Just a Bit Bossy by Alessandra Hazard

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 20

 

 

The “one more time” mantra turned out to be a running theme for the next week. It was absolutely horrible, but Nate couldn’t stop. It was a good thing the majority of the guests had already left the villa, because he couldn’t seem to keep it in his pants even when they were outside the bedroom.

They fucked in the pool, with Nate gripping the edge of it as Raffaele fucked him from behind. They fucked in a lounge chair on the beach, without even bothering with lube because Nate was still slick and sloppy after morning sex and couldn’t wait to get fucked. They fucked in the library, fully clothed but for Nate’s shorts on the floor, his legs spread wide as he clutched at Raffaele’s shirt and bit his own lips to stop himself from moaning. He felt like the worst kind of cock slut, but he couldn’t get enough, insatiable. One look into his boss’s dark eyes and he was half-hard, his hands tingling with the urge to reach down and pull out Raffaele’s cock, which seemed to be always up for it. Fuck, he felt like a goddamn nympho. Or maybe Raffaele’s ridiculous libido was just catching. Either way, he couldn’t seem to stop spreading his legs for his asshole of a boss every chance he got.

Case in point: they were having dinner with Luke and Demidov, but Nate couldn’t really focus on the food, no matter how delicious it looked and tasted. His eyes kept straying to Raffaele, who was talking to Luke about soccer, of all things.

Nate tried not to stare at him blatantly, but he probably failed. His eyes trailed over the powerful muscles straining Raffaele’s black shirt, and he licked his lips, remembering how good they felt to the touch, how good they looked as they flexed when Raffaele fucked into him.

Stop that, he told himself, beyond annoyed. He could live a few hours without being fucked or thinking about being fucked. It was the first time in days that they’d bothered socializing with their hosts. Nate knew there was a reason for that—he was pretty sure Raffaele had mentioned something about a phone call he’d finally received, but it all was pretty hazy, to be honest, because they had been in the middle of sex and Nate hadn’t really given a fuck about anything but Raffaele’s mouth against his lips and his cock inside him.

Luke laughed at something Raffaele said and shook his head. “Chelsea is totally winning the Champions’ League this year, I’m sure of it. Their winger is too good. I’m sure he’ll win the Golden Boot, too.”

“He’s past his prime as a player,” Raffaele said, his eyes trained on Luke.

It suddenly occurred to Nate that Luke was very pretty. He was prettier than most women.

Nate’s jaw tightened in annoyance. So what? he snapped at himself. It didn’t matter that Nate looked like a plain oaf compared to a twink like Luke. He was a normal guy. He didn’t want to look pretty, for fuck’s sake. He didn’t give a shit if Raffaele wanted to fuck Luke. He didn’t.

Irritated with himself, Nate ripped his gaze away from the pair and looked at Demidov.

The Russian seemed content enough to sip his tea and watch his lover’s animated conversation with another man. There wasn’t a hint of jealousy or insecurity in his eyes.

Roman Demidov was a handsome man, objectively. His skin was kind of too pale for Nate’s liking, but the combination of his dark hair and blue eyes was striking. He clearly was in great shape, too.

Nate tried to imagine having sex with him. Tried to imagine allowing him to fuck him. The idea… wasn’t completely repulsive, but it was definitely very weird. He just couldn’t imagine it. Couldn’t imagine being into it.

“Let’s go for a walk,” Raffaele suddenly said, gripping his wrist and dragging him to his feet.

Startled, Nate allowed it and followed him in silence until they walked a significant distance away from the beach patio.

“He’s not interested in fucking you.”

It took Nate’s brain a few moments to catch up. He glared at Raffaele, yanking his wrist from his grip. “Fuck off. I didn’t say I wanted to fuck him.”

Raffaele’s lips twisted into something derisive. “It was written all over your face, with the way you were studying him like a piece of meat.”

Nate’s fingers itched to wipe that sneer away with his fist. Or with his mouth—and that infuriated him even more. “I’m surprised you even noticed with the way you were chatting up Luke.”

Those black eyebrows raised. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were jealous.”

God, he hated him.

“In your dreams,” Nate ground out through his gritted teeth. “I simply don’t want Demidov to take offense just because you suddenly decided that you like fucking men.”

“You think I like fucking men?” Raffaele said, stopping and turning to him. There was an expression of genuine surprise on his face.

Nate scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “You seemed to like it plenty this morning. And this afternoon. And yesterday four times.”

The insufferable man had the nerve to laugh, his white teeth flashing against his sun-bronzed skin.

“What?” Nate snapped. “What’s so funny? Are you going to claim you actually don’t like it?”

Raffaele put his hand on Nate’s nape and pulled him closer.

Nate wet his lips with his tongue, hating the way his heartbeat picked up and his lips were tingling in anticipation of a kiss already. Fuck, he needed help. Why did he feel like a junkie who was about to be given his drug?

“I don’t like fucking men,” Raffaele said, almost against his mouth.

His eyelids growing heavy, Nate parted his lips. Please.

Raffaele nipped on Nate’s bottom lip. “It just turns me on to see how much you love having my cock in you.”

“I don’t,” Nate said and whimpered when Raffaele pushed his tongue into his mouth. He sucked on it with relish, heat spreading to his lower stomach, to his cock and balls.

“You do,” Raffaele said when he allowed him to breathe. “I’ve never seen a cock slut like you. If you were a woman, you’d be wet for me all the time.”

Nate shivered. “Fuck you,” he said weakly.

Raffaele’s hand slid down his back and then slipped under the waistband of Nate’s shorts. A finger stroked right over Nate’s hole.

Nate gasped, his hole twitching.

“See? You’re fucking wet.”

Nate flushed. “It’s lube, you ass.”

“Exactly,” Raffaele said, biting his earlobe. “You haven’t even bothered to clean yourself down there. You actually like feeling loose and sloppy, don’t you?”

Nate didn’t say anything. Couldn’t. All his efforts were on not making any sound as Raffaele’s finger massaged his hole in circular motions. God. God.

“Look at you,” Raffaele said hoarsely. “You’re letting me finger you in public, on a beach where anyone can see us.”

Nate buried his face in Raffaele’s shoulder to muffle his moan.

“Roman and Luke can probably still see us,” Raffaele said in a low voice, pushing the finger in. “Do you think they can see where my hand is?”

“God, shut up,” Nate moaned, pushing back against that finger. Fuck it, maybe he was a slut.

Raffaele slipped a second finger into him and started scissoring them. “I’m surprised you thought you were straight considering how much you love taking it up the ass.”

“Fuck you,” Nate bit out, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Christ, he’d never get enough of this feeling.

“In a moment,” Raffaele said. He steered Nate slightly without withdrawing his fingers and then sat down on a big rock, pulling Nate into his lap. It took only a moment to kick Nate’s shorts off.

Nate was the one to unzip his boss’s slacks and pull out his hard cock. He gave it a reverent, greedy stroke, before pulling a condom out Raffaele’s pocket and rolling it on in one smooth motion. He’d had lots of practice by now.

As soon as Raffaele withdrew his fingers, Nate shifted and pushed himself down on the hard length. He panted, his mouth opening and closing as he took all of that cock inside. God, it was the best fucking feeling in the world.

“As I said, a cock slut,” Raffaele said softly, nipping along his jaw. “Anyone can come across us. See those boats? They are probably full of tourists with binoculars. They can probably see you bouncing eagerly on my cock.”

Nate moaned, riding him harder, the mere idea only turning him on more. “I hate you,” he said before crushing their mouths together.

It didn’t take him long to come, groaning and shaking with his whole body. He sagged against Raffaele’s broad shoulder, gasping and trying to catch his breath as Raffaele rocked up into him, chasing his own orgasm.

He was still basking in the afterglow when he had an inane thought.

He never wanted to leave this villa.

He never wanted this to end.