Too bad he wouldn’t get to see the house on the inside. Not that Francesco was into this type of thing, never thought of becoming rich or anything like that, but it felt like a chance of a lifetime to be there, so close to how millionaires lived.
He rang the bell and waited patiently. As he did that, he turned to observe more of the grounds, so he missed the moment when the door opened.
He quickly turned on his heels, the hand with the keys extended. “I’m here to-” The words died on his lips.
He pursed his lips and threw the keys straight at Karl’s chest. Then he made a one-eighty and rushed down the pathway.
“Cesco, wait,” Karl called after him.
“What kind of stupid game are you playing now?” Francesco hurried, decided to put as much distance between him and Karl. He was so pissed. Couldn’t the asshole call him like a normal person? He bet Karl had his number. Forget about any tip, he had to get the hell out of there. Did the asshole want to taunt him with his charmed life or something? Maybe even flaunt his fiancée while at it?
He could hear Karl’s steps on the crushed stone. Was the fucker willing to put on a show in front of the employees? They had to be a dozen or more to take care of a place like that.
“Cesco,” Karl warned and grabbed him by the shoulder, forcing him to turn.
Francesco willed himself to calm down. “I brought your car,” he said through his teeth. “Ah, I remember. My boss told me you’d tip well. Pay up so that I can get the hell out of here.” He opened his palm, but Karl considered it an invitation to grab his hand and pull him toward the house. “What the fuck, idiot?” Francesco asked. He had to follow, or the many security cameras he noticed everywhere would record their little fight, and that couldn’t bring anything good.
Karl said nothing and just continued to walk and drag Francesco with him. They were finally inside, and then it dawned on Francesco, the entire scheme, the car left in the shop for him to work on it under the supervision of his boss while his stepdad was getting his ass kicked somewhere.
Still, that didn’t make things right. What could Karl want from him now? Another blowjob? It didn’t seem likely.
That dilemma was brought to an end by a pair of hot lips on his mouth while he was being pressed flush against the door. His head was buzzing with questions, but he couldn’t think, not with Karl’s hot tongue in his mouth and something hard and unyielding pressing against his belly.
“You are fucking crazy,” he whispered and looked around in aprehension when Karl let go.
“Yeah, like you don’t know that,” Karl said and shrugged.
“Come on, anyone could walk in on us. Aren’t you worried that they would tell your girl, or worse, your dad?”
“Who?” Karl asked and stared at him like he was stupid.
Francesco wanted to strangle him but Karl was too close and his hot breath was on his face. “Your employees. Your cook, your pool boy, I don’t know.”
“They don’t sleep here,” Karl pointed out.
Francesco threw him a skeptical look. “And you, a fucking big shot, son of a senator, are all alone in this huge house? No security, no nothing?”
“There’s security,” Karl said promptly. “Say ‘hi’ to Morgan.”
He moved out of the way so that Francesco could see the guy at the top of the stairs, dressed in a suit and looking fit for the job. “Hi, Morgan,” he said in a deadpan voice, not believing his eyes.
“Good to see you, Francesco,” Morgan said smoothly and walked down. “I’ll be in my den if you need me,” he told Karl in passing as he disappeared somewhere behind the stairs.
Francesco rubbed his eyes as he watched the man go. “What the hell am I doing here, Karl?”
Karl pressed himself against him. The hard thing was still there, poking him. “Isn’t it obvious? You’re here to get fucked.”
“Thanks for spelling it out for me,” Francesco commented dryly.
***
“Don’t tell me you had this done for you so that you can reminisce of those times?” Francesco stared at the artificial waterfall installed at one end of a huge pool. He had known Karl’s dad was important, and it hadn’t been a surprise to learn that the man was a senator, but the wealth surrounding him was just too much to take in.
Karl had dragged him to the pool and forced him out of his clothes, with no more words.
“Yeah,” Karl answered his question, “that’s exactly it.”
“Stop pulling my leg, idiot,” Francesco mumbled.
“I’m not.” Karl pressed his whole body against him, making their cocks touch.
Francesco shivered. Yeah, he was there to get fucked alright. Karl let himself into the water and gestured for him to come.
They were behind the curtain of water, and the world outside seemed muffled. For a few moments, they only stared at one another.
“Do you mean it?” Francesco asked, his voice deep and shaking.
“About you getting fucked?”
“You know what I mean. Do you still think of those times?”
Karl came closer and grabbed his ass, making their bodies clash. The look in his eyes was hard to read. Francesco understood Karl wanted to fuck him, but it was more than that, and he wanted so much to hear about it.
“The only times I can get it hard with her is when I close my eyes so hard and think of you only,” Karl said. “But I can’t do it for long. ‘Cause she doesn’t smell like you, and she doesn’t feel like you around my cock.”
She. He didn’t say her name. Francesco didn’t care to hear it, either. The simple thought that Karl was fucking her, not that it wasn’t a logical thing to think about, that was enough to make him feel a sudden rush of anger. He slid one hand around the back of Karl’s neck and pulled him in to kiss him hard and rough on the lips. “Fuck me,” he ordered. “Fuck me hard, how you only know.”
Karl turned him brusquely and forced him to place his hands against the stone wall. Francesco braced for the hurt. Yeah, he’d get out of here with a torn ass, but his heart would be whole. Karl pressed his cock between Francesco’s butt cheeks but didn’t push. Instead, he teased around, spreading his precum. Then he spit and pushed two fingers in. He was still rough, but at least he offered the least courtesy of not breaking Francesco’s ass completely.
“Oh, fuck, just fuck me,” Francesco demanded.
“Not wet enough.”
He inhaled sharply when he felt something else against his hole. He turned, sensing the change, and looked in shock as Karl had moved to spread his ass and press his tongue against the hole.
“The fuck,” he whispered.
Karl just stared at him, his eyes still unmoved, unblinking, but shadowed and full of new promises. His tongue moved around, making Francesco want to shoot right there, that very moment. His knees were trembling at this point. Karl was rimming him; any moment now, he’d wake up. No way was this happening.
But the hands spreading him wide were real, just as the impatient cock that pushed inside him the next moment. He willed himself to relax, let his hole adjust. C’mon, this is Karl, you missed his cock.
He was so full he couldn’t breathe, but even the pain was good.
“Still swallowing my cock like a good little bitch,” Karl said and grunted as he grabbed Francesco’s hips and moved fast and hard.