The Underbosses Chef [M/M]

29 - Twenty - Nine - Matteo Concetta's Point Of View.

"Forget Alessio. Let me touch you, Matteo."

"No. You need your arm looked at."

"Later. I'm fucking hard and I don't need your brother saying something about it."

I rolled my eyes at him, and he guided my hand between his legs and against his very hard cock. He moved his hand, and I kept my hand on his cock. He groaned when I squeezed lightly.

"Matteo."

"You're right, you are hard."

I popped the button on his pants and pulled the zipper down. I slipped my hand inside his pants and rubbed his cock. He sucked in a deep breath, speaking as he let it out.

"Just what are you playing at, Matteo?"

"I'm helping soften your burden. But let's take you to your room, so I can make you comfortable." I said, rubbing his cock a little more before removing my hand.

Caio followed me to the bedroom and dropped his pants at the door. His cock was tenting the front of his boxers and I was loving it. It was proof alone he was enjoying my touch. I sat down on the bed and motioned for him to come here. He sat beside me on the bed, and I stood up, using my left leg to open his legs further.

"You should take those off." I hummed, running my fingers against the edge of his boxers on his left leg, feeling his skin reacting to my touch. He lifted his hips and slid his boxers down before he took them off entirely, tossing them away.

His six and a half inch cock was thick, and standing at full attention for me.

"Scoot back on the bed further, Caio." I said.

He did as I asked, and I crawled up on the bed, crouching down and taking him into my mouth. He grunted, but tried to take my mouth off his cock.

"I was training henchmen. I'm sweaty and filthy, Matteo." He groaned. His gentle tugging on my hair wasn't deterring me from keeping him in my mouth. His scent was thickest here, and it wasn't dirty or filthy. He smelled clean.

"Matteo, this is something you want. Then, at the very least, let me adjust myself so that I can see you easier." Caio hummed.

I let him move. He sat up and slid back on the bed until his back was against the pillows and legs spread open. I crawled up the bed between his legs and took his cock again. I worked his cock for a few minutes before I glanced up at him. Something dangerous danced in Caio's eyes, and his hands tangled in my hair and he pushed me down on his cock. Thrusting his hips until he came, and it was no more than thirty seconds, but felt longer. He pulled me off his cock and brought me up to him, kissing my lips as I struggled to breathe. He wiped the tears from my cheeks.

"Fuck...Shit, Sorry Matteo."

I coughed and tried to get my throat to relax again.

"You're so lucky I skipped lunch." I said, still trying to catch my breath.

"It just felt so good to have your throat tightening around me." He chuckled, reaching out and pulling me against him.

"You have to go see Alessio now. I can't play with you right now any longer. I have to make ravioli for us and Ilya for dinner."

Caio sighed.

"I know what that sigh is about Caio, and I know how you feel and why you feel that way, but time changes things, give him a chance to change."

"If that is my only option." Caio said, void of emotion.

"It's not, but I want you to give him a second chance, a better chance. If he messes up again, then blame me for making you give him another chance, not him."