He squeezes my ass in one of his palms once he’s all the way in, the low groan that comes from him spurring me to move my hips against him. He runs his hand down my back, pushing my face further into the cushions as he arches me for him, pounding me roughly into the armrest. My sounds are muffled against the fabric, so he reaches with his free hand, pulling my face to the side as his fingers keep pace with his thrusts.
“I want to hear you. Tell me how much you like being my dirty girl.”
“I like it, fuck I like it.” It’s hard to get any words out, each thrust pushing the air from my lungs and the pleasure muddling my brain.
“You like me fucking you in the ass, don’t you, baby?”
I don’t answer immediately, my attempted words turning into a moan as he finds my clit with his thumb. He slaps my ass, reminding me to answer, and I arch my back as my orgasm starts spreading through my gut, stretching to warm my limbs. “Yes!” It’s yelled through my peak, my toes curling against the floorboards.
My body goes lax, but Donatello doesn’t care, pulling his fingers from my pussy to grab both sides of my hips, thrusting roughly into my ass to get to his own orgasm. After a loud groan, his movements slow, his dick pulling from me as he places a kiss on my lower back. My eyes are closed, but I feel his hand wrap around my throat, pulling me up from the couch and spinning me to face him.
I open my eyes, giving him a closed mouth smile. I can tell he’s still carrying around some of his stress from earlier, but the stiffness of his shoulders and the shadows in his eyes have lessened. “Do you feel better?”
In answer, he cups my cheeks, bringing my mouth to his for our first real kiss since he came in through the door. He scoops me up, and I notice that he’s completely naked, stepping over the jeans he must have removed while I was on the couch. He sits in the recliner, settling me across his lap, arms wrapped around me. “You know I love you, Vita Mia?”
The seriousness in his tone confuses me, causing a frown to tip my brow. I nod, feeling like he has more to say and not wanting to speak yet.
“You know that I regret ever hurting you before, and I’d take it all back if I could?” His thumb brushes along my cheek as he speaks, cradling my face as his russet eyes bounce between my own.
“Yes. Why are you asking me this?” There’s tension coiling in my chest, stones gathering in my gut at each second that he remains quiet.
“It’s nothing, baby.” He kisses my forehead, pulling my face to his neck. After a short stretch of silence, his fingers trailing back and forth along my spine, he speaks and the words seize the air from my lungs. “Jessie thinks you’re his.”
Swallowing past the tightness of my throat, I struggle to hear my own thoughts past the loud banging of my heart. Why was he even talking to Jessie? I’ve been trying my fucking hardest to keep my shit locked up since the last time I saw Jessie, but maybe I haven’t been careful enough. “He’s my best friend.”
He doesn’t pause in his affection, fingers still stroking my skin, like the conversation doesn’t bring him the same level of anxiety that it gives me. “That’s all he is?”
I pull away from him, sitting back to look at his face. “I…“ I start but stop, not really knowing what I was going to say. Of course, Jessie is just my friend, I wouldn’t cheat on Donatello, and he knows that, but that’s not what he’s asking. Pulling the words from my chest with my teeth, I force myself to gather the courage to say the truth. “I love Jessie, but I’m with you. I love you, and I wouldn’t change that.”
The silence between us is almost deafening in its intensity, my fingers lightly shaking with the anxiety wringing my throat.
“Okay, Vita Mia.” It’s all he says, quiet and almost to himself. He lifts me from him, motioning for me to stand and I do, watching as he walks over to grab his jeans, slipping them on. He walks back over to where I’m still standing, bending to kiss my forehead as I stand there, unsure what to do, but knowing his answer was anything but reassuring. “Remember that the next time you’re with your pup.”
I frown at his back, watching him walk into the kitchen and wanting to ask him more questions, but I’m stuck in place, confusion and guilt scraping along my heart. I haven’t done anything wrong, but I feel like I’ve been scolded and put in time out. Punished for something that hasn’t happened.
Donatello comes back to the room, eyes catching on me still naked, standing in the same spot he left me. Without a word, he scoops up his shirt off the floor, pulling it over my head when he reaches me. I tug my arms through the sleeves, looking into his face for some kind of reassurance from him. “I won’t share you.”
Blinking in confusion, I open my mouth to speak, but he shushes me with his lips, kissing me like he didn’t just fuck me over the couch. His lips leave mine, trailing along my throat to bite my neck, sucking the skin into his mouth in a way that I know is leaving marks. Part of me wants to push him off, knowing he’s deliberately marking me, using my skin as a way to show his claim, but I
