Suited

Thirty One

The TV's still on when I wake up and Signore's not awake. I didn't move from my place in his arms. He was way too comfortable. Who knew pecs made such good pillows? I changed the channel to see the weather—overcast and chilly—perfect in my book—and realized "It's my birthday!"

Signore hummed awake and readjusted his grasp on me. "Buon compleanno," he mumbled. I'd never get tired of that morning voice. He was so sexy, groggy. His hand southed up my back. "Go back to sleep. It's early for you."

I giggled. There was no way I'd be able to, even if it was still dark out, but I would try. "Thank you, Sir." I let my eyes focus on the screen as the morning TV sales went on. Today was countertop appliances. I didn't want any of it and we definitely didn't need new ones but I was happy to watch. The car commercials started as his hand wrapped around my shaft, jacking me lightly. "Mmh. Sono un ragazzo fortunato."

"Sì, sei tu." There was a smirk in his voice as he rocked his hips forward, his bulge nudging against me while he attacked the side of my neck. He only stopped to reach behind him for the end table. Imagine my surprise that we had condoms in there. I had no idea but it made sense in hindsight. We were down here a lot.

He handed it to me and I shuffled around to be able to reach him. He didn't move the blanket much but that was okay. I was always down for a cuddle fuck.

One of his hands slipped up to my chest to tweak my nipples one at a time, hard. "There you go," he breathed, relief in his eyes when I gasped. "Such a good boy. Do you want your birthday strikes?"

See, he'd mentioned those at dinner but I thought that had been a joke. He put his hands on my hips and pulled me closer, grinding himself against the tent I was making in his shirt. It was somehow the best and worse position to be in for decision making. I put my hands on his chest to stablize myself and be a bit selfish. I wanted to squeeze and he didn't stop me, just bucked his hips up against mine. It was hard to keep my voice steady. "W-What'll you use?"

He brought his knees up to trap me. "Whatever you want, baby." Oooh that name was dangerous. I asked for the silicone flogger and he grabbed my face to kiss me. Happy birthday to me.

We spent the time before breakfast on the couch. Most of it was with him fucking me and I didn't want it to end but he insisted I take my meds on time as if a second round would kill me. He didn't let me finish either. Waiting through the meal was almost torture, especially since I got to see him parading around in those boxers. I hoped he had more of them because god damn. He's absolutely gorgeous. The front of him of course but now that he's facing away from me, bending down to put the cornetti he'd been tending back in the oven, I can really tell, "You have a really nice ass, Sir."

He stood up straight to set the timer, not particularly shocked. "Thank you. You have a nice back."

That was random and mildly untrue. "Really?" It was nothing like his. Seeing his muscles move around was mesmerizing.

"Yes. You fit against me nicely. I like your shape"

Oh, he was being sweet. Even though I was shaped like a rectangle, I smiled. "Thank you, Sir. Is that your only pair of those?" I pointed. I was starting to think they were. He normally wore ones with a tighter fit so it wouldn't mess up the look of his work clothes.

"No they came in a pack of four. Is there a reason you're staring?"

I blinked. "Sorry, my brain's muddled." He made a face at me. I tried not to sound like a brat when I mentioned I hadn't cum since Sunday night.

He laughed. "Surely less than forty eight hours won't kill you."

I fiddled with my cage and mumbled, "No but you edging me might." There was no way out of the damn thing. It was well sized. If the ring were a bit looser and I wasn't stiff, then maybe, but that unfortunately wasn't the reality I resided in.