His Mafia Prince
Chapter 176: For The Only Relief I Know

Chapter 176: For The Only Relief I Know

(WESLEY)

I am so engrossed in the moment that I don’t notice that he’s tugged my pants off. I’m only aware of that fact after he slips his hand inside the waistbands and pushes it down to my hips, letting gravity take care of the rest of the way. He pauses, eyeing the ankle holster and gun on my leg. He gently unhooks the clasp of the holster and carefully places the gun on the nightstand then glances over my naked body, giving me a head-to-toe appraisal, a small smile curving on his lips when his gaze returns to mine.

Now would be the right time to run for the door. That would be the most logical thing to do now, instead, I gaze back at him and feel weak kneed. I know for a fact that wasn’t a simple appreciation look he just gave me. That is an unspoken promise of every wretched torturous thing that he is planning to do to me. My heart is pounding with anticipation at the prospect of having sex instead of being resigned to it.

"This is total insanity." I whisper.

"I don’t care." He drops his robe on the floor.

Seconds later, Jericho shifts behind me. I’m glad to feel that I’m not the only one with a raging hard on. It is hard to miss as it grazes my pass. He doesn’t seem to be bothered by it though, since he doesn’t thrust or do anything to indicate that he wants me to touch him.

"Do you have any limits, Wes? Is there anything that you don’t want me to do to you?" he whispers against my ear. A shiver races down my spine, either from the timbre of his voice or the graze of his cock, I’m not sure which. Any time he inches anywhere close to my neck, I feel like champagne bubbles are rippling inside of me.

I am so distracted that I almost forget to answer him. "N...no. I mean, I’ll let you know." I sputter.

"Awesome."

He presses his lips to the back of my neck, and a chill runs through me. He plants another sensual kiss on that spot, moving slowly along the top of my shoulder, like kissing every inch of my skin is some mission that he is determined to fulfill. Each one of the kisses sends jolts of electricity through my loins, along with the soft sweeps of his palms all over my body. He easily slides from one area to the next, touching and caressing every part within his reach except for my dick. It is already frustrating enough as it is. He finally hooks his thumb in the waistband of my boxer briefs and pulls them down, I let out a sigh of relief.

But the relief is short-lived.

Instead of touching the part of me that I desperately want him to touch, where I expect him to touch now that I’m completely naked, he gently pushes me to the middle of the bed onto my stomach.

It catches me by surprise when his hands slip over my back, grazing my skin with featherlight strokes. I steal a glance behind me and notice that he still has his boxer briefs on.

"Down." He says gently, pushing between the small of my back to flatten me against the bed. His hands move downward, over my hips to my ass which he finally grabs a little forcefully as he kneads the muscle in his palms. His fingers brush along my crease at the moment. Of course, I had assumed that it was coming, but still, I suck in a surprised breath, suddenly more alert than I had been all day.

His palms stay planted on my ass. He spreads them out wider as he plants a kiss on one cheek, then the other. I wait for his fingers to shift, for his dick to appear, anything. But it is a rush of his hot breath sweeping over my slicked hole, sending a shockwave all over my body. I have barely recovered from that when the tip of his tongue touches my taint, flattening as it drags upwards.

"Oh...Jer―fuck..." my fingers dig into the sheets as the warmth of his wet tongue concentrates on my hole.

"Is this alright?" he asks, grazing his teeth at the back of my thigh as he waits for an answer.

"Y...yeah." What the fuck was that? Did my voice just crack? Good Lord Jericho... It’s not like I’m new to this, so why does it feel like everything he is doing to me is the first time?

With my permission, Jericho buries his face between my cheeks and laps at it, sucking and kissing on the sensitive rim. His tongue moves in all sorts of motions, sending ripples of ecstasy all over me, one after the other. And as though that isn’t enough, every now and then, he spears it inside, adding a whole different sensation to the mix. It takes me seconds to be hard as steel, that it is borderline painful.

I bite into the pillow, trying so hard to muffle my moaning and whimpering, but I’m sure that he heard them. I know he did because he chuckles and spreads my cheeks again further apart, sweeping his thumb and rubbing circles over and around my rim. "Don’t be quiet on my account, Wes. I’m dying to hear you fucking scream."

Shit. I don’t know what it is about what he just told me, but that turned me all the way on. Maybe it is because it gives me the idea that he’s been thinking of me even though it took him forever to touch me. I rock my hips, pushing hard against his hand for more contact, getting him to speed up or just go harder. Do something. "Everything you’re doing to me feels so good, Jericho." I moan.

"I’m glad to hear that." He dives again with more vigor, living attention around my rim as he groans and squeezes my butt cheeks.

It’s not just his tongue that’s driving him nuts. It is his hands, his lips, his chin, the faint graze of his shaven facial hair, they light up every nerve inside me that my body feels electrified. My hole has received a lot of expertise but so has the rest of my ass, my balls and my taint. The only thing that has touched my dick is his breath, and the mixture of my slick and his saliva that dripped on it. The rest of the friction comes with me rutting into the mattress like some horny teenager. I can’t help it. I’m that desperate.

"Be patient." He murmurs, shifting behind me.

I’m about to remind him that I don’t have any when he presses a finger inside of me. He corkscrews it deeper, exhaling as I groan, clawing at the sheets. "Fuck, Jericho..."

He works his finger in and out of me slowly, as methodically as he has done everything ever since he started touching me. His intended target is clearly my prostate, because he makes sure to graze, tap and press on it in random patterns, never lingering on it for more than a second.

It doesn’t take him long to add a second finger in.

I push my hips back, trying to get him to speed again. This is torture, pure fucking torture. Maybe this is what I get for acting incessantly cold towards him. I wedge my hand beneath myself. I have barely given my poor dick one miniscule tug but he seizes my hand and plucks my hand back out, planting it firmly on the mattress.

"No. Not yet."

"Then you do it, please." I whine, thrusting against the unsatisfying feeling of the bed. Friction is friction, but if I had a choice, I’d prefer something a little more gripping.

"Not yet."