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And Bennett desperately wanted to be manhandled tonight.

Nico unfastened his belt, pulled it free of the loops with a flourish, then dropped it to the floor. His zipper came next, the sound obscenely loud in the quiet, and then Nico was stepping out of the trousers and throwing them over the back of a chair. He still wore his briefs, which Bennett thought was unfair. “The rest,” he urged, jerking his chin.

“You don’t get to make demands here.” When Nico put his knees on the bed Bennett assumed he would stretch out on top of him, but Nico surprised him by swallowing Bennett’s cock instead. Bennett parted his legs, making room for Nico, and stared at those gorgeous, plump lips as they worked his shaft. The pressure, the heat . . . it was so fucking good. Holy shit, he would never get tired of watching Nico do this. Bennett had received plenty of great blowjobs over the years, but this might be his favorite one because it was Nico and he was doing this against his better judgment. Not because he had to, but because he wanted to.

“Goddamn it,” Bennett cursed, eyelids fluttering closed as Nico flicked his tongue over the sensitive spot under the head. “Your mouth . . . shit. It feels amazing.”

He heard a cap open and then slick fingertips were brushing his entrance. He relaxed and let Nico open him up, first with one finger, then two, all while his dick remained in the other man’s mouth. Nico was careful, never giving Bennett more than he could handle, and soon he was writhing, sweating, dangerously close to coming before it even began.

“Nico, please.” He grabbed at the other man’s arm, pulling where he could reach. “I won’t last.”

Nico pushed up to his knees and shoved his briefs off. His dick sprang out, heavy and flushed, thick and perfect, and Bennett’s mouth watered. He started to reach for it, but Nico edged away. “No, bello. I also will not last.” Nico dealt with the condom and then slicked up his length. “How do you want it?”

Bennett knew it was ridiculous, but he wanted to see Nico’s face while they fucked. And he wanted to be in charge. “Get on your back.”

Nico didn’t argue. He flopped onto the mattress, his big body spread out, and Bennett threw one leg over his hips to straddle him. Reaching back, he grabbed Nico’s shaft and lined himself up. Then he sank down slowly, letting the ring of muscle adjust, until Nico’s dick was all the way inside. It burned, but Bennett hardly noticed. He was too busy watching Nico’s face, the way his eyelids fluttered closed, how his mouth slackened with pleasure. It was so fucking hot. This was what Bennett needed, to turn Nico inside out.

Nico’s fingers gripped Bennett’s thighs so hard that he knew he’d have marks tomorrow. Bennett held still, enjoying the sensation of being filled, of having this man’s perfect dick inside him.

“Cazzo,” Nico hissed, bumping his hips and driving up inside Bennett. “You must move.”

Yes, Bennett desperately wanted to move. But he wanted something else, too. “Admit you like it.”

Nico’s lids flew open. He looked up at Bennett with a lust-drunk stare. “You know I do. My dick is hard inside you.”

A shitty answer and they both knew it. With agonizing slowness, Bennett rose up, his ass muscles clenched around Nico’s cock, then sank back down. They both groaned, and the pleasure caused a rush of both hot and cold all over his body. “Admit you need this,” Bennett said as he shivered. “That you think about it.”

“Why? What difference would it make?”

It makes a difference to me.

Bennett used his powerful leg muscles to lazily ride Nico’s dick, if only to force him to tell the truth. “Because you hide how you feel about it. Instead, you threaten me with it and pretend I’m the only one who wants to fuck.”

Panting, Nico threw his head back, the tendons in his neck visible under the skin. “You ask the impossible.”

Bennett leaned forward and braced one arm on the headboard, the other on the pillow under Nico’s head. His hips moved faster now. “Admit it. At least be honest with me, right now.”

Nico thrust up—and his cock grazed Bennett’s prostate, causing Bennett to let out a shout. “Stop talking,” Nico growled before doing it again.

Then Bennett lost the entire plot because his brain shut down and his body took over. They fucked hard and fast, both of them straining and moving in tandem, like they’d been doing this all their lives. With Nico, it all felt so right, so easy, like Bennett could bounce on this man’s dick forever. They occasionally kissed, but mostly they breathed with their lips almost touching, bodies glistening with sweat in a room now humid with sex.

Finally, Nico reached for Bennett’s cock and began tugging. Within seconds, the orgasm slammed into him. He shouted and twitched, his come coating Nico’s chest and hand, muscles fluttering around Nico’s dick. Nico grew even thicker inside Bennett’s ass and then he was coming, his expression twisted with bliss and something akin to awe, like he couldn’t believe this was happening.

Then it was over. They were both panting, chests heaving, as they tried to catch their breath. Bennett slumped and closed his eyes while he waited for the room to stop spinning. “Fuck,” he wheezed, not sure how else to express how wrecked he felt. Nico remained silent, his hands clutching Bennett’s sides. When the dick inside him began to soften, Bennett gingerly lifted up to disengage their bodies, then moved to the side, where he collapsed in sated exhaustion. The urge to roll into the large body next to him was almost too great for Bennett to resist, but he managed it somehow. He couldn’t cuddle with this man.

Then, before Bennett knew what was happening, he was repositioned to sprawl across Nico’s body. His head now rested on the other man’s bare shoulder, their legs tangled, sweaty skin cooling against the soft sheets.

Holy shit, they were cuddling.

Bennett couldn’t believe it . . . but he also didn’t hate it. Strong and solid, Nico was an anchor against a world that felt increasingly out of control. Everything outside of the penthouse was complicated, but this? Being here and feeling Nico’s chest move with each breath was the simplest thing in the world. Bennett wasn’t worried about being outed or the team or what came next. The noise was quiet for once. He could stay here, pressed to Nico’s chest, and float in post-sex endorphins. No rush, no pain. No regrets.

The air conditioning kicked on and the room grew chilly. Nico’s hand began making a slow, torturous journey along Bennett’s spine, up and down, up and down, caressing him. Or maybe Bennett was imagining it as a caress. Maybe Nico was touching him absently, with no thought behind it. Maybe Nico was thinking of work or his cousin or another man.

God, it was embarrassing how much Bennett hated that idea.

So, what now? They’d fucked again and Bennett wasn’t ashamed to admit he liked it. Yes, he’d prefer to have amazing sex with someone other than a mob boss trying to kill a member of his team, but for some unknown reason Bennett kept coming back to this one man, breaking the rules time and time again⁠—

“You are forbidden from gloating.”