TONY: Book 1 of The De Luca Brothers Series [COMPLETED]

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Waking up wrapped in Tony's beefy arms is the best feeling in the world, especially since you had the best sleep ever and are genuinely satisfied. It's like a calm before the storm. You know that when you exit the bedroom, all of the outside world will come crashing down on you, but here is nothing but each other; a sanctuary. A safe haven where Tony and I can feel comfortably numb with one another's company.

I can't begin to think about last night, the sheer intensity of everything was overwhelming but oddly perfect. I can't begin to describe how much I care for this man, especially since I know that he feels the same way.

However, there is a part of me that is scared.

He hasn't seen all of me, the scares, the internal trauma that I've locked away in a chest, buried behind happy memories that keep my optimistic attitude and easy smile alive. He hasn't seen the rare nightmares that I get sometimes, or the way my body isn't smooth, rather bumpy with my stepdad's abuse. Of course, there's my mum. Her death has brought up so much shit that I've tried to move away from. Especially since it's my responsibility to go through our house to pack away all of our memories, everything that reminds me of her. I'm not sure if I can do that. But with Tony, I have a feeling I can accomplish nearly everything.

"You're staring," his voice croaks, an eye opening into a slit.
Perfection. Absolute perfection.

The way the stream of sunlight peaks through the curtains and onto his jawline, or the way his hand is under his head and the other one is wrapped around my waste. His chiselled face contorts to a smouldering grin, but his eye shuts again, "I can't blame you."

"You look horrific," I taunt. "Mornings don't suit you."

"Are you sure about that? I think I look good all the time."

"Then you're more deluded than I thought originally," I mumble despite his truth.

He suddenly flips me onto my back and pins me under his body weight where I can feel his magnificent erection against my thigh. "Deluded? I think not."

I swallow, "You're right, insane is probably the most accurate."

"Insane? Are you trying to make me punish you?" He whispers, leaning in.

"Kinky."

With that, he captures my lips in an intense kiss, his hands gripping, groping and pulling. I moan greedily, however I lean to my right, causing him to roll on his back. He looks at me with wide eyes, "What—"

I straddle him and look down at him with an evil glint, leaning down and pecking him teasingly. He groans but realises where my head is travelling to before he grabs my jaw gently, "Don't."

"I want to."

"A-are you sure? I don't want to pressure you into anything."

"Positive," I mumble, grabbing his briefs between my teeth and pulling them down. Holy mother of god. How is he even conscious right now? The amount of blood to go down here... Jesus. I look at him with wide eyes and he smirks knowingly and proudly, I squint in annoyance, grabbing his meaty shaft boldly causing his smile to drop and his brows to knit together, his face contorting into a look of nervousness and want.

I kitten lick his tip, staring into his chocolatey gaze with a look of what I think is greed. His Adam's Apple bobs as he swallows in apprehension, waiting for me to make the next move.

I run a tongue from the base of the underside of his cock, all the way to his head, loving the way his face shifts. Very expressive I see. I lap away at his dick, soaking it in my saliva, causing it to glisten attractively. I finally wrap my lips around his head and a deep groan sounds from his throat, causing me to get incredibly excited.

"Zachary, baby, you're doing so well," he persuades, running a hand through my hair. I stroke him with my free hand as I begin to slowly engulf him. Tears prick my eyes as his head pokes the back of my throat, I gag around him.
"You don't have to—"

I cast him a sharp look, before focusing on my task at hand, breathing through my nose, calming my throat and readjusting it until it's happy around his length. I proceed and he moans, cussing, persuading, vocalising his pleasure.
My face buries into his pubes, I deeply inhale the musk and moan around his length, the vibrations causing him to groan loudly. I begin to move my head up and down, wrapped around him eagerly and oddly proud that I managed to fit this monster in my mouth.

I suck on him, run my tongue around his width and take cues on his reactions, lightly grazing my teeth on the underside of his shaft. He particularly yells at that point, throwing his head back as his eyes shut and his grip on my head tightens. He begins to take control, using my mouth the way he wants to as I openly allow him to fuck me this way.

"Fuck Zachary, you're so fucking perfect, shit, Zachary! FUCK!" He exclaims as he spasms underneath me, shooting his load into my mouth and down my throat, I take it and don't let anything leak.

"So perfect," he mutters as he comes down from his high. He releases me and I let go of his cock with a pop, wiping my mouth shyly, flushing bright red as I realise exactly what I've just done.

He smiles in adoration, "You okay?"

"Y-es," I reply hoarsely, surprised exactly how lost my voice is. I clear my throat awkwardly as he chuckles, tugging me forward onto him as he covers himself. I snuggle into him and smile. "I'm happy I could help."

"That's what you do to me," he replies. "You make me feel things nobody else has ever done."

"What are we?" I ask. "We both care for each other... I don't want to be a named fuck buddy of yours."

He sighs, "Let me take you out later, how does that sound?"

"U-uh," I clear my throat. "Good? What do you have in mind? What will I wear?"

He laughs, "I'll sort all that out."

A surprising knock sounds on the door and in walks in a tall, leanly muscled man that looks a lot like Tony, but older than Gufo.

I pull the covers tighter around us and blush furiously, turning to burry my head into Tony's chest.

"Leone," Toro growls. "What is it?"

"Nothing, just wanted to meet your boyfriend," he responds in a deep, empty voice. "You know, since he's the reason our fratello got shot. Distractions Toro? What happened to those street corner whores that got you off?"

My face drops as I'm reminded of his past expenses.

"Leone, are you trying to piss me off? You come into my room only to disrespect me?"

"I'm leader, it's my room."

"Are you sure that isn't our father? After all, all you do is to try and make him proud. A puppet," Tony snarls.

"Fuck you! I've done everything to defend you, but you can't even keep our little fratello safe?!" He roars and I cower, pulling the sheets over my head. I hear a sigh, "I'd apologise to you, but I'm afraid I dislike those who are the reason for harming my family. I hope my fratello will throw you away soon 'cause it's going to be unbearable being around you."

"Don't speak about him like that!" Tony explodes, jumping out of bed, briefs and all. "This man keeps me happy, I care for him and I swear, speak of him like that again and I'll betray you, fratello or no."

Silence.

I risk a peak and freeze, Tony's tense and is ready for a fight whilst Leone is completely cool, looking at him with a lazy expression, "I see."

"Damn straight."

"I hope that he breaks your heart, Zachary Whitlock," replies Leone. "My fratello isn't renowned for sticking with just one guy. Ask him about Tristan." With that, Leone walks our abruptly, leaving me questioning and confused.
Tony visibly tenses even more, his fists clenching.

"W-who's Tristan?"