The Unmentionable
Robbie
Esteban’s ex had taken over my mind these last few weeks.
After we visited Javi and Gina, the conversation never came up, and I, cowardly as fuck, hadn’t had the balls to ask him about it.
A single question plagued my mind—why the fuck did they break up? Their relationship was serious enough for Esteban to take him to meet his parents, but he wouldn’t bring it up.
“Here, love.” Esteban passed me the mayoketchup.
We were eating at El Nuevo Horizonte in Yabucoa, a beautiful spot we found while chinchorreando with Eva, Steph, Miguel, and Raúl a couple of weeks ago. Every month we picked an area of the island and visited different spots to eat and drink. It was our way of catching up.
From up here, the sea stretched out in blues and greens, endless and alive. My existence seemed so small when faced with such beauty.
My breath caught as a humpback leaped in the distance. “Baby, look!”
I jumped up and ran to the balcony, pointing toward the magnificent whale. Esteban was there in a second with his camera. We’d been waiting for this moment.
Click. Click.
“God. What a sight.” Esteban stood by my side, his elbow brushing mine as we stared into the distance.
He wrapped his arm around my waist and squeezed. “C’mon, love.”
I bit into a bolita de mero and moaned. The taste of the sea in my mouth was exquisite.
Esteban dipped his sorullito in the mayoketchup. “I like it here.” He gazed at the horizon. “I feel at peace.”
Smiling, I nodded. “Me too. It feels…” I glimpsed his blue eyes as he lost himself in the view. “Magical.”
The Maunabo lighthouse was on top of a small hill by the beach. The sand was cool on my bare feet. The sky was filled with soft pinks that followed the sun as it retreated into its slumber.
The waves hit the rocky shore in a rhythm that dulled my mind into a sense of awareness in this vast space. It was always like this with the sea and me.
Esteban stepped in front of me as I was about to touch the water. Walking by the beach had become our thing.
“What’s going on, love? You’ve seemed off since we left Yabucoa.”
I was. I couldn’t stop thinking about his ex.
I huffed. “How can you tell?”
He took my hand. “Robbie, we’ve been together for six months. I already know your quirks and the slight change in your voice when you’re nervous. Also, your face gives you away. Tell me, what has you on edge?”
My stomach hardened, and my mind stirred out of control with that same question. Who was he? What had he done?
I inhaled the sea air and let it out slowly, willing the words to come out. A moment passed. It was now or never.
“I need to know…” I was at a loss.
Esteban bent so his face was level with mine. He softened his features, caressing my cheek with his thumb. “Tell me, love. What do you need to know?”
“About him,” I whispered.
He furrowed his brow. “I don’t understand.”
I straightened, and he stepped back. “I want to know about the man you loved. The one your parents mentioned. Raúl told me it was serious, and you said it’s in the past, but I need to know. Tell me about the son of a bitch who hurt you.”
Esteban paled, and he clenched his fists by his sides. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
I moved toward him. “Esteban, please. What if we meet? He was a part of your life whether you like it or not, and now that I’m here, I’d like to know what happened.”
Esteban put his hands up before I could get closer. “You won’t meet him. He moved to the States years ago.”
There was a pinch at my heart. “Please…”
“Pablo.” Pain entered Esteban’s eyes before he closed them. “Pablo was my first love.” He took a deep breath. “I was nineteen. I thought it was the real thing. He was the one who brought me into the BDSM lifestyle and was my first. I thought we’d have a life together, then…”
He turned away. “One night at the club, I was alone. Pablo had told me he’d be away because of work.
A man approached me, picking a fight. He was going on about his husband and about me being a home-wrecker.
” He shook his head. “I’d been Pablo’s lover all along.
He was married and had a child with this man.
I was hospitalized for a couple of days after his husband beat me to a pulp.
Last thing I knew, Pablo had moved to the States with him and their son. I’ve never heard from him again.”
Adrenaline roared through me like a stampede, and different ways to hurt the son of a bitch flashed through my mind. How could he use Esteban like that?
I gritted my teeth and pushed back those violent thoughts. Esteban was hurting, and I needed to be here for him.
“I’m sorry you had to go through that.” I kissed his hand.
He shrugged. “It’s nothing. I’m sorry Mom brought him up. I never told them about what he did to me and said we drifted apart. They liked him, and I didn’t want to break their hearts. Now I just want to leave him in the past.”
The sadness in his voice drilled a hole in my chest.
He covered my cheek, then trailed his hand down the side of my neck and kneaded my tense muscles. “Forget about him. It’s only you and me now. Please.” He put his brow against mine. “Do this for me.”
The way he took care of me even when he was the one in pain shook me.
I hugged him tightly. A sob escaped him as I held him. Pain was a complicated emotion, and if he needed time to heal, I’d give it. He’d given me much more. Now it was my turn.
Punta Tuna Beach was deserted when night came. Esteban threw down a beach blanket, and we sat on it. I curled my toes in the sand, then closed my eyes.
Esteban wrapped his arm around me and kissed the side of my neck. It sent a shiver down my spine and directly to my cock. I let him guide me until my naked back hit the blanket.
“Keep your eyes closed,” Esteban said in that dark, commanding voice I loved so much.
I could feel more, smell more, hear more, taste more. I licked my lips, the saltiness of the sea breaking through my taste buds. Then his lips were on me, warm and velvety. His hand moved up my right leg to my knee, then along my thigh until…
I arched as he reached my groin, brushing his palm smoothly over my swimming trunks. My cock hardened as he leisurely stroked it in rhythm with the flicks of his tongue against mine.
A low chuckle and a groan were all he did as I tried to reach for him. “Tsk tsk, love. I haven’t given you permission to touch yet.”
I tried to open my eyes, his touch becoming more deliberate, tantalizing.
“Keep them closed.” His voice hit my ear almost like a soft breeze, and hairs rose along my left side.
His kiss deepened, his sweet taste turning my brain cells to mush and driving me crazier by the minute. I reciprocated the kiss, the only thing I could do since he straddled me and kept me locked beneath him.
His mouth was gone, but his weight was pressed against me. He rocked his hips, his hands against my chest.
“Fuck.” I gasped as he flicked my left nipple with his tongue, then blew cold air over it.
His hand was over my mouth in a moment. “Shh, baby. Be good.”
It was becoming unbearable. The need to touch him. To run my hands through his hair as he continued his way down, nipping and licking my abs like they were the most delicious meal.
He pulled at the waist of my swimsuit, the Velcro giving way with a slow, deliberate rip. The quiet tear filled the secluded beach, and my hips jerked on instinct. He gripped my neck and pushed my legs open with his knee.
I inhaled sharply as he took me whole. His grip on my neck tightened just enough to heighten the sensation. My cock hit the back of his throat as he worked me without mercy, his other hand gripping my balls as his tongue moved around me. He gagged but kept at it.
Up. Down. Up. Down.
Taking his hand off my neck, he pushed his thumb inside my mouth. “Suck.”
And I did, matching his rhythm as he spit on my cock and took it again in a ravenous frenzy.
It took all my strength not to come. I knew better. Only when he ordered was I allowed to give in. He was in his element, and I loved every second of it. I bucked up but controlled it. My breathing became frantic as he pushed me deeper into ecstasy.
“Open your eyes, baby.”
Esteban was a vision. Teary blue eyes. Flushed face. And a mischievous smile that was hard to resist.
“Use my mouth, love. Give me your cum.”
With that, he gave me full control of the moment.
I brushed his hair, then clutched it with my fist and pushed him down on me until I was all inside.
He gagged, but I kept fucking his mouth like he wanted.
This was my moment, one he’d told me again and again to take without question.
He was a dom, but he liked it when I took control as he pleasured me with his mouth. It was the one exception to the rule.
He took me like a starved man. He pushed two fingers inside my mouth, and I knew exactly what he wanted.
I sucked them hard, his mouth never leaving my shaft as he moved them straight to my ass.
He pushed one finger in as he sucked me, being careful to match the rhythm of my thrusts.
I relaxed, letting him insert that second finger.
I was full, and it was so freaking good.
I used his mouth like a plaything, just how he liked it, and when I was almost there, he curled his fingers, hitting that spot that would make me come like a beast.
A strong current traveled down my spine, building the pressure until… “Fuck!”
My scream became one with the song of the sea waves as they tore through the beach. I tensed and arched into him. Pulse after pulse of cum went down his throat.
He took everything, massaging my balls until I was empty, then he licked me clean with his soft strokes. “Stay, baby.”
He yanked my trunks off and kneeled before me, lifting my legs over his thighs. He untied his swimsuit, letting his massive shaft free. It was thick and hard with a glint of precum on its tip.
I licked my lips. What did I do to deserve this Adonis of a man? His body was a masterpiece. His shredded abs a thing to behold. And his cock…
He dragged me up until his tip touched my entrance. He removed a packet of lube from his pocket and ripped it open with his teeth. He squeezed it over him, then pushed some inside me with his fingers, making my body burn with need.
I was ready to take him. To make him come inside me. To feel his power as he lost control.
Gripping my hips, he centered his head over my tight hole and pushed inside.
He stopped at my hard inhale as the first stab of pain hit me.
It was more discomfort than pain because he was big, but he knew how to do it so I’d adjust to him.
There was no rush. No pressure to take me fast. His patience was infinite.
No matter how desperate Esteban was, he never took me until my body begged him to.
"Please," I moaned.
The discomfort was gone, and I moved toward him, taking him deeper.
His wicked smile was the only sign I needed. He was done with softness. Gripping me tight, he pushed all the way inside. My moan echoed around us, and then we both lost it.
“So fucking tight.” He thrust inside me again and again.
My body melted into him.
With one hand, he squeezed my hip, and with the other, he stroked my cock. He hit that spot inside me again, and my orgasm built. He knew how to touch, how to push and move to make me come undone.
“Fuck, baby. I can’t hold it anymore.” He panted.
The pleasure grew to new heights as his thrusts became more desperate. Animalistic.
He was waiting for me, giving me the power back. The control. He closed his eyes, the veins in his neck evidence of how close he was to losing himself inside me.
I squeezed my ass, aching for him to let go. “Come, baby. Fill me up.”
Esteban captured my gaze. “Come with me.”
His order was all I needed. Strings of cum fell all over my abs as I surrendered.
He rubbed his palm over my stomach, painting my body with my seed like a canvas as he fucked me hard. “Fuck, baby. I… Fuck!”
He groaned. His biceps tensed. His veins popped out all over his strong arms as he pulled me against him, coming hard. It was a sight to behold. The night sky shone behind him, making him seem ethereal in his ecstasy.
He fell onto me, then flipped me over so I was the one straddling him. He cupped my cheek and pulled me into a loving kiss. “You’re so damn beautiful. I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”
“I could say the same.” I caressed his right dimple as he smiled.
We stayed there in our secluded spot, watching the vast space as it shone above us until exhaustion overtook us and we fell into it together.