5-7 The Librarian, page 33
part #1 of The Librarian#5-7 Series
As usual, Brian thought, but didn’t say anything. The last half an hour partly changed his perception on Ottavio; his enemy had another, better side, one capable of compassion and other positive emotions. “What happened?” He asked instead.
“We were lazing in bed on a Sunday morning, but Luca wanted to study, and said I should do the same; one day, I would step in papa’s shoes as the next War, which was a great honor, but also a great responsibility. I laughed and said I had all the time in the world to study and, anyway, as my father’s firstborn, nothing and no one could take my birthright away.”
“Not a very clever thing to say.” Brian checked his wristwatch. “Look how time flies.” He exclaimed, standing. “I’ll be late for work, if my bosses didn’t fire me already.” The man tried a joke.
“No, they didn’t, you are too valuable of an employee.” Ottavio said with a soft smile, then ran a hand over his face, sighing in defeat. “I only wish I knew a few weeks ago what I know now. I unleashed hell on you and Luca, and I’m really, really sorry.” The inmate stared into his visitor’s eyes. “A few more minutes of your time, and then you can go. This is the last time you’ll ever hear from me, promise.”
“I can do that.” Brian sat again; his chest constricted in pain. Indeed, Ottavio’s time on earth was about to come to an end very soon, the librarian sensed that in the air surrounding the inmate. “What is it that you wished you knew sooner? And, if you are talking about Donna Fabrizia, we are perfectly capable of dealing with her.”
“No, you aren’t.” Ottavio vehemently shook his head. “I thought she fought the same battle I did, against some of the outdated Laws The Council issued centuries ago, but I was bitterly wrong. Because she was scorned by a suitor, this woman decided to end the man’s male bloodline, and her target is his last descendant: Luca.”
“It doesn’t make sense.” Brian frowned, then the realization hit him in full force. “Wait a minute, are you saying Luca is not a Rinaldi, that he was not fathered by Donna Fabrizia’s eldest son, Don Ruggero?” When Ottavio nodded, he shook his head again. “Still doesn’t make sense. Why would she bring the descendant of the man who rejected her into her family, even as a bastard, since this would make him the heir of the family’s fortune?”
“She needed someone to fill the position in The Council until she could gather enough support to change the Laws, so they allow women who are legitimate firstborn to follow their fathers as members of The Council. And, of course, someone who would make more money for the heiress, which Luca did.” Ottavio inhaled sharply. “When she said she wanted to change the Laws, I thought…”
“You thought she wanted to make things easier for the children born out of wedlock, so her grandson wouldn’t be branded a bastard anymore.” Brian nodded in understanding, then it was his turn to sigh. “I wish I came to see you earlier; it would have saved us from a lot of trouble.” He paused a bit, then continued in a voice filled with curiosity. “Do you happen to know Luca’s real last name?”
“Yes, I do, but I can’t tell you, because I have no solid proof.” Ottavio put his hands on the table and laced his fingers. “All I know is from a conversation I overheard when I was waiting in line to call my lawyer. A scumbag was blackmailing her into getting him out of here; he called her by her name repeatedly and told the whole story over the phone, to prove to her he knew what he was talking about.” Ottavio swallowed hard. “Next day, he was dead.”
“You must pay for all the crimes you committed, but I can have people take care of you while you are here, just give me the name. Don’t you want Luca to get rid of the bastard stigma and leave behind a past that isn’t his?”
“I’m already dead.” Suddenly, Ottavio got paler, and he convulsively clenched a hand over his stomach. “Librarian, take your family and Luca and run as far away from here and Sicily as you can. Go live a peaceful life someplace where no one knows you. I don’t need you or anyone else to take care of me.” For a moment, he stared blankly ahead, then stared into the librarian’s eyes. “And don’t worry, you’ll find out all the answers when the time comes.”
Brian wanted to reply, but Ottavio left his seat and went to the door, knocking two times. The guards waiting on the other side opened it, and one of them escorted the inmate back to the cell block. It’s over, Brian said to himself, as the other guard gestured to follow him, and he wasn’t thinking just about the meeting.
CHAPTER 12
Ottavio Sforza was dead. Although, after the meeting the two of them had a day earlier, Brian kind of expected that, the news still took him by surprise, leaving him a bit empty on the inside. He cried tears of sorrow for the man he caught a glimpse of, sensible, caring, and dedicated, and for the love that could have been, but never was.
Stabbed, hit, kicked, burned with a cigarette, penetrated with different objects, face mutilated beyond recognition—this is how Ottavio was found, early in the morning, in the prison’s laundry room, where he worked the nightshift. He was taken to morgue and, because Donna Lucrezia and Martino, his only living relatives, didn’t answer the phone when contacted by the penitentiary’s administration, he was going to be cremated the very next day.
Brian got the news of Ottavio’s death and the gruesome details of how he was killed from Callahan, who knew the warden from the maximum-security prison the man spent the last months of his life. According to the official, there wasn’t going to be an investigation; although it was clearly a murder, the incident would be labeled as a work incident and the case closed.
Politics, Callahan shrugged when he told Brian about what the prison administration decided. Banned or not, Ottavio was a member of the Sicilian Mafia, and an investigation over his death would be a source of conflict between the different factions that coexisted, more or less peacefully, within the walls of the penitentiary.
With a sigh, Brian left his favorite armchair in the living-room and trudged to the kitchen, pouring himself a cup of coffee. Earlier, some minutes after Callahan came at the library, bringing the news of Ottavio’s death, Ardan, who also found out about it, checked on him and gave him two days off.
With Bart and Luca still at work, children at school, and Martino having afternoon classes, Brian didn’t really know what to do with himself. One thing he was sure of, though: he needed to feel the three men in his life close to him, even if he wasn’t going to become sexually engaged with all of them. In fact, he knew he wouldn’t, didn’t have that kind of energy.
Besides, Brian needed to focus on Luca, give him something he could lose himself into before the shock of Ottavio’s death—because it would be a shock, he was sure of that—would turn his life upside down again, at least for a while. The librarian secretly hoped Bart and Martino would join him in showering Luca with affection and attention in all forms.
Now having a purpose, Brian felt refreshed and invigorated; as he washed the now empty mug, he started to hum a happy tune, and continued to do so in the basement, while getting the playroom ready for later. Scented candles and sticks, a thick blindfold, a brand-new set of ropes—he checked everything and put new sheets and pillowcases before going back into the living-room.
Bart, Martino, and Luca showed up almost at the same time, the sight of Brian, wearing a pair of tight leather pants and a black shirt, making all three of them lick their lips. It didn’t take long for the librarian’s husband to get hard and wantonly moan Mafia Daddy like a mantra, rolling his eyes, and for the pregnancy hormones to play a number on Martino, making him horny in a matter of seconds.
The kids are at my house. All of them. The short text from Reardon made Brian let out a sigh of relief, and he gestured to the other three to follow him into the playroom. Once there, in a thick, raspy voice, he commanded Luca to undress, while he started to unbutton his shirt, letting it fall to the floor, then did the same with the pants.
Luca swiftly obeyed by unbuttoning his jeans before pushing them down along with his underwear, then taking off his socks. A few feet away, with languid moves, like in a dance of seduction, Martino and Bart were undressing each other, peppering butterfly kisses on every patch of skin revealed from under the clothes.
Luca stood by the edge of the bed, completely naked, and Brian strode to him, ready to claim his prize, but Bart was faster. He bit down on the man’s nipple, making him hiss and softly curse in Sicilian, then used his tongue to soothe the sting, the other one’s hisses turning into deep, needy moans.
Bart, encouraged by Luca’s reaction, repeated the operation with the other nipple, but this time his action was met with a warning glare. Brian, who watched the scene with amusement, didn’t intervene, curious to see what was going to happen next. The moment Bart lightly pressed his teeth into the bit of flesh, Luca slapped his ass, a smile of satisfaction appearing on his lips.
The sound reverberated through the playroom and was followed by another, so now both Bart’s ass cheeks were a delicious shade of bright pink, and his cock was steel-hard. Martino licked his lips at the sight of the shaft bouncing playfully, while the man brought a hand to it, desperately needing release.
Brian went next to Luca, who yelped when he suddenly found himself pushed on the bed, with the librarian smirking down on him before falling on top of him. In a low, stern, but also seductive voice, the one Luca called Master aloud, but also in his mind and soul, heatedly whispered in his ear a few words that made him feel ten feet taller. You are topping me tonight.
“Are you alright?” Brian asked, worried by the other man’s lack of reaction. “You don’t have to, if it makes you feel uncomfortable or—”
“It’s not something I considered at all, but it would be amazing, I’m sure.” Luca swallowed thickly. “I just hope…I hope I can make it good for you.” He stopped for a moment, thinking. “Are you really okay with that?”
“I want to, I’ve been thinking about it and I want to feel what it’s like with you inside me.” A light blush crept on Brian’s cheeks as he finished the sentence.
“I’m a little nervous.” Luca admitted in a barely audible voice. “It’s our first time like that and I don’t want to hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable. I want it to be as good for you as you make it for me.”
“I know you will.” Brian’s reply came in a soft voice. “Being close to you, intimate with you in every way is perfection.” He trailed a finger down the side of the other one’s face. “I even…um…did some preparations earlier.”
“I’ll do my best not to hurt you, but you need to tell me if you feel anything uncomfortable and I’ll slow down or stop.” Luca whispered in Brian’s ear, with the other one nodding in response.
Luca almost choked as Brian looked away in embarrassment, but he felt his chest swell in pride because he was making him feel all those things. It was a dynamic the Sicilian never expected when he entered that relationship, and, for a moment, he was at a total loss on how to react. The only thing he could think about was to cup the librarian’s face and give him the most passionate kiss he could muster.
Luca tried to put into that kiss not only love, but also reassurance and consideration; he wanted Brian to know how much he respected him and that he never had to worry about exposing himself to him. The librarian had to know he could trust his sub with all his vulnerabilities and insecurities, and he would protect him with everything in his heart.
Luca also felt the trust and respect Brian was giving to him. The librarian was trusting him with his innermost wants and needs and respected that he could take care of him, that he could meet all those wants and needs. All those discoveries, as he was tasting his lover’s sweet essence, blew Luca’s mind, making him feel important and valued.
He slowly slid the other man on his back and moved so he was hovering over him, then took his lips again with a very soft kiss, sliding his tongue inside and exploring his mouth like it was their first time together. The one underneath him was a new Brian and he treated him like a special gift to unwrap with patience and care.
I’m going to cherish him tonight, Luca thought with a smile. Nothing was rushed or pushed as he worked his way down the librarian’s neck and chest, giving him small open-mouthed kisses or gliding his tongue along the man’s flawless skin, relishing the taste and smell of his lover. Luca’s actions made Brian breathe faster, his lips parting as he took in the much-needed oxygen, keeping up with his quickening heartbeat.
Bart and Martino were caught up in their own game of lust and seduction, with the younger one flicking his tongue and tasting the tip of his partner’s cock. The man, who started to pleasure himself standing, had his hand slapped away by the redhead, who had a greedy shine in his emerald eyes when he took the other in his mouth.
With a low growl, Bart gripped Martino’s red, wavy hair and pumped his cock into the warmth and wetness of his mouth. The redhead hollowed his cheeks and clicked his tongue against the underside of Bart’s cock, making him groan. He closed his eyes and dropped his head back, as he continued to slowly fuck the other one’s mouth.
Martino’s hand cupped Bart’s balls, and the man moaned as he was fondled with just the right pressure. Not being able to keep his impulses under control any longer, he fucked that pretty mouth that was offered to him with urgency, the cum churning in his balls and finally exploding in a white, hot stream down Martino’s throat.
Completely spent, Bart pulled out of his lover’s mouth, the youth looking up at him, lips swollen and glistening. Leaning down, he captured those lips with his mouth in a short, possessive kiss, before pushing Martino on his back and heatedly whispering in his ear to start playing with his nipples. As the young man happily obliged, Bart wrapped a hand around his cock and took himself in the other one, lazily stroking the two members.
Meanwhile, Luca rubbed his hands up and down Brian’s arms, to reassure him and keep him relaxed. He already felt his own shaft filling, while the librarian’s erection was pressing up against his stomach. With a smile, the Sicilian flicked the other one’s nipples, spending a long time worshipping each one while peeking up under his eyelashes at the man’s face.
Brian looked down at Luca in awe, like he never expected it could be like that, like giving himself up was more like opening himself up to the other, and in turn he received affection and attention. Determined to show his Dom that he deserved everything, Luca moved his mouth down on his lower belly.
Brian let out a deep moan as reached a hand down, running his fingers through the hair of his partner, who dipped his tongue into the librarian’s navel, eliciting a gasp of surprise from the man. “Breathe,” Luca whispered, with affection and concern, as he lazily dragged his tongue over his lover’s hip bones.
When the Sicilian took his cock into his mouth and briefly tasted it, Brian let out a long moan, becoming tensed like a bow ready to release the arrow, his hands suddenly gripping the sheets around him. “Relax,” Luca softly whispered again, and then he spent a long time worshipping the librarian’s cock with his mouth, moaning around his girth, stopping only to take Brian’s balls in his mouth, sucking them until the man was a quivering mess.
Luca didn’t want to push the other one too much, so after a while he sat up, smiling. This was going to be a long, beautiful night, and that was only the beginning of it. The best part was yet to come.
CHAPTER 13
Rubbing his hands up Brian’s thighs, Luca commanded him to roll over, and the man obeyed without hesitation. While the librarian was adjusting himself, the Sicilian reached over and grabbed the bottle of lube his lover discreetly placed earlier on the nightstand. For this moment, he just put it on the bed within reach; he didn’t need it yet.
Carefully, Luca moved Brian’s legs apart and kneeled in between them, rubbing his hands over the other one’s cheeks, kneading them with his fingers. He’s so beautiful, the Sicilian thought, as the man on the bed turned his head and looked back at him, communicating only with his eyes as his breath came out in quick pants.
Spreading Brian’s cheeks, Luca let out a soft moan as he leaned down and tasted the man’s most intimate part, letting his tongue soften his entrance and lapping gently before probing a little harder. The librarian groaned, panted, and gasped, making sounds the Sicilian never heard from him before when the two of them made love.
Luca took his time to work Brian’s tight muscle with his tongue, helping him to relax and open, letting him adjust to the soft probing. Eventually, he put some lube on his finger and began to slightly massage the librarian’s pucker. Once he felt the other one was ready, Luca pushed inside him just to the first knuckle eliciting a long groan of pleasure.
Sliding his finger in and out, the Sicilian felt Brian relax and placed a kiss on his tailbone in praise, then curled his finger just the right way, massaging his lover’s prostate. The librarian slightly tensed when Luca added a second finger, but with a few deep breaths he relaxed and the other was able to slide them around, gently stretching his walls and brushing his fingertips over his gland to keep him needy and wanting.
Wanting to make sure Brian was fully prepared, Luca added one more digit and ran his hand over the man’s shaft to help ease any discomfort. The man on the bed began to breathe raggedly, his knees desperately grinding into the mattress, while his knuckles are white from gripping the sheets. He lifted himself onto his knees, legs spread invitingly as he rested most of his weight on the elbows.
Luca took a split second to enjoy the view, to permanently commit it to memory, because he never wanted to forget the moment as he watched Brian fall to pieces under his hands. The Sicilian took a deep breath and picked up the lube again, smoothing a copious amount over the other’s entrance before he did the same all over his shaft, making sure he used a liberal quantity.
With his other hand, Luca rubbed soothing circles over Brian’s lower back, telling him how much he loved him, how beautiful and amazing he was and how much he wanted him. Then, the man leaned forward, pressing his erection into his lover’s entrance, stroking his cock to relax his muscles even more.
