Chapter 141 Master!!!
Alberto stirred slowly, the sheets tangled around his hips, the faint warmth of Fernando’s body beside him pulling him fully awake. The room was dim, early light barely seeping through the shutters, but he could see Fernando clearly sprawled on his back, one arm flung over his head, chest rising and falling in deep, even breaths. Alberto smiled to himself, a slow, wicked curve of his lips.
He shifted closer, careful not to jostle the bed too much, and pressed his mouth to the side of Fernando’s neck. Soft at first, just a brush of lips, then he opened his mouth and dragged his tongue along the tendon there, tasting salt and skin.
Fernando made a low, sleepy sound in his throat.
Alberto kissed lower, sucking gently at the hollow of his collarbone. “Wake up,” he whispered against the skin, voice husky with morning want. “It's been hard since I opened my eyes.”
Fernando’s lashes fluttered. He didn’t open his eyes yet, but his hand slid automatically to Alberto’s waist, fingers splaying possessively. “Mmm. How early is it?”
“Early enough that no one will interrupt us… unless you keep pretending to sleep.” Alberto nipped the skin just below Fernando’s ear. “Then I’ll just ride you while you’re ‘asleep.’”
Fernando’s laugh was rough, still thick with sleep. His eyes cracked open, dark and heavy-lidded. “Cruel little tease.”
He rolled suddenly, pinning Alberto beneath him in one smooth motion. Their mouths met—slow, filthy, tongues sliding together like they were starving. Fernando broke away just long enough to murmur against Alberto’s lips, “How was your night, baby?”
Alberto arched up, grinding their cocks together through the thin sheet. “Fine. Dreamed about you fucking me against the wall. Woke up dripping. Your fault.”
Fernando groaned, kissing him deeper, one hand sliding down to palm Alberto’s ass, squeezing hard. “Good dreams, then.”
“The best.” Alberto nipped Fernando’s lower lip. “But dreams aren’t enough. I want the real thing. Want your cock stretching me open again. I want to feel you come so deep I taste it.”
Fernando’s hips rolled down in a slow grind. “Filthy mouth this morning.”
“You love it.” Alberto hooked a leg around Fernando’s waist, pulling him closer. “Come on—fuck me. Slow at first. Let me feel every inch sliding in. Then hard. Make me scream your name.”
Fernando kissed down his throat, teeth grazing. “You always scream my name.”
“Only when you’re balls-deep and wrecking me.” Alberto’s fingers dug into Fernando’s shoulders. “Please. Been too long since you bred me properly.”
Fernando growled low, already reaching for the small vial of oil they kept beside the bed. “Turn over. Ass up. Show me how bad you want it.”
Alberto flipped instantly, knees spread, back arched, face pressed to the pillow. “Like this? Spread for you? Hole already twitching for your cock?”
Fernando slicked his fingers, pushing two inside without warning. Alberto moaned loud, pushing back onto them.
“Fuck yes deeper. Stretch me. Get me ready for that fat dick.”
Fernando curled his fingers, stroking over that spot that made Alberto’s thighs shake. “So greedy. Look at you—clenching around my fingers like you’re trying to keep them inside forever.”
“Want your cock instead,” Alberto panted. “Want you to split me open. I want to feel you throb when you come. Want your load leaking out of me all day.”
Fernando pulled his fingers free, slicking his cock with more oil. He pressed the head against Alberto’s hole, teasing. “Beg for it.”
Alberto pushed back, desperate. “Please fuck me. Shove that thick cock in me. Ruin my hole. Breed me. Make me yours again.”
Fernando thrust in one long, slow stroke, bottoming out with a guttural groan. “Fuck so tight. Missed this perfect ass.”
Alberto cried out, hands fisting the sheets. “Yes god move. Fuck me hard. Pound me. Make it hurt so good.”
Fernando pulled back and slammed in again, setting a brutal rhythm. The bed creaked under them, skin slapping skin.
“Take it,” Fernando growled. “Take every fucking inch. This hole belongs to me.”
Alberto sobbed into the pillow. “Yours only yours fuck right there don’t stop gonna come gonna come on your cock—”
Fernando reached around, fisting Alberto’s dick. “Come for me. Milk my cock. Squeeze me so tight I can’t hold back.”
Alberto shattered with a broken cry, cum spilling over Fernando’s fist, hole clenching rhythmically.
Fernando fucked him through it, thrusts turning erratic. “Fuck gonna fill you gonna pump you so full—”
He slammed in deep and came with a rough shout, cock pulsing, flooding Alberto with heat.
They collapsed together, panting, sweat-slicking.
Fernando stayed buried inside, kissing the back of Alberto’s neck. “You okay?”
Alberto hummed, voice wrecked. “Better than okay. I needed that.”
Fernando chuckled softly. “Greedy.”
“It's your fault. You fuck like a god.”
Fernando nuzzled his shoulder. “Only for you.”
They lay tangled for several minutes, catching their breath.
Then a sharp knock sounded at the door.
Fernando tensed. “Who is it?”
“Darius,” came the reply through the wood. “Someone’s outside the packhouse gates. Asking for you. Won’t give a name. Guards have daggers on him.”
Fernando cursed under his breath. “I’ll be there in a minute.”
He eased out of Alberto carefully, both of them wincing. Alberto rolled onto his back, watching Fernando dress quickly.
“You sure you’re okay to go?” Alberto asked.
Fernando leaned down, kissing him hard. “I’m fine. Stay here. Rest. I’ll handle it.”
Alberto caught his wrist. “Be careful.”
Fernando kissed his palm. “Always.”
He left the room, closing the door softly.
Alberto lay back, staring at the ceiling, body still humming with aftershocks.
Outside, Fernando strode through the corridors, guards falling in step behind him as he approached the main gate.
The stranger stood in the center of the courtyard, surrounded by a ring of armed wolves, all daggers drawn and pointed at his throat.
Fernando stepped forward. The man turned.
Fernando’s face went slack with shock.
He dropped to one knee, head bowed low.
“Master,” Fernando said, voice reverent.
Every guard froze.
The man looked down at him, expression unreadable.
“Rise, Fernando,” he said quietly. “We have much to discuss.”