12. Santiago
SANTIAGO
The ecstasy kicked in about thirty minutes after we left the club, and by now, I hardly remembered my name.
“Where you running to?” I giggled, seeing double of him as he ran down the hall, nearly tripping forward. Ariyan was as wasted as I was, if not more, walking in fucking zigzags.
“I don’t know,” he chuckled, the sound of his rolling laughter echoing around us.
Being this cute was a whole new side to him, one I hadn’t seen yet and was utterly obsessed with.
So much so, I wanted to dip him in chocolate and have a feast. But that would probably cause a mess, right?
How do you even dip someone in chocolate, I mean, how many chocolate bars would you need for that, and also, you’d need a tub that’s big enough—
“Is it just me, or is the floor moving?” he asked.
With my last thought all but forgotten, I reached a hand forward. Grabbing his waist, I pulled him back so that he slammed against me, then kissed him again. His lips felt so good, like soft pillows, and I couldn’t get enough.
“Let’s get inside,” he moaned, still kissing me.
“Inside where?”
He slammed his mouth against mine, taking my last breath before breaking the kiss.
“The apartment.”
My eyes narrowed. “What apartment?”
He cocked his head aside, and I looked behind him, eyes locking on the door at the end of the hall.
Fuck.
My brain was a bit sluggish at the moment, with the only organ properly working in my body being my dick—which was rock hard, for the record. Taking my hand, Ariyan made me walk with him until we reached the door. He began typing in the pin code but quickly stopped.
“Shit… I forgot it.”
I laughed.
“What’s funny?” He pouted.
“It’s the first time I’ve heard you swear.”
He tsked, then tried putting the pin in again.
Getting impatient, I wrapped my arms around him, slowly dragging my hands down his body to cup him over his dark jeans. He winced in my hold, and I smiled before licking his nape.
“You’re like a big dog,” he giggled.
“Yeah?” I hummed, dragging my lips over his hot skin.
He moaned a yes, sending his hand back to fist my hair. “Yeah… but let’s continue inside, okay?”
I nodded, only then noticing the door was wide open.
Sweet.
He walked in first with me right behind, my eyes set on his ass, which I couldn’t wait to pound. Shutting the door with a kick, I reached for him.
“You’re probably the hottest man I’ve ever met,” I said, lips back on his neck.
He tossed his head back, submitting to my touch.
“You’re not too bad yourself, Mr. Rivas.”
Whenever he called me that, my mind went crazy, and finally being able to do something about it, I turned him around so he’d face me, then, in a quick move, lifted him up. His lips were back on mine as he crossed his legs around me, allowing me to carry him into—
“Where’s the bedroom?”
“Somewhere over there.” He waved his hand in a general direction.
I guess we’ll find it.
With him in my arms, I walked us into the apartment, fumbling in the dark to find the right room. It was a task, I’d say, especially with how painfully hard I was—enough to make me fear my dick would burst any second. Thankfully, I found a room with a bed, which was good enough.
Tossing Ariyan on the mattress, I lay above him, my lips back on his body as I began kissing every inch I could reach.
“Why did it take us so long?” I asked, licking along his collarbones.
“What do you mean?” he chuckled, his fingers tracing lines on my back.
I rose to look him in the eyes. “I wanted to fuck you the first time I saw you.”
“What are you waiting for, then?” He dragged his hand up his body. “I’m all yours now.”
Having him spread on the bed beneath me, looking like a damn angel, made me throb, and I reached down and cupped myself over my jeans, giving my dick a firm squeeze to calm down.
Ariyan cupped my face in his hands, then led me down slowly until our lips met.
The soft kiss quickly heated up, turning violent as we both fought for dominance.
Assaulting his mouth with mine, it was all about lips biting and teeth clashing.
It was messy, sloppy, and wet, yet hot. So fucking hot.
He groaned into my mouth, his fingers running through my hair and keeping me close until—
“Get naked,” he said.
Nodding, I rose and got rid of my shirt.
He placed his fingers on my abs, slowly dragging them down, causing my hair to stand on end until he tugged on the waistband of my jeans.
“Pants, too.”
My hands went straight to my fly, and with the room basically spinning, I fumbled, falling to my side as I tried kicking off my jeans.
Fuck.
As I struggled to get naked, I felt the bed shifting. Looking aside, I saw Ariyan had gotten up.
“Why did you stop?” he asked, eyes locked with mine. “Go on.” He nudged his head forward. “I wanna see that cock.”
My pulse quickened, pounding in my ears, and I quickly did as he said, getting my jeans and boxer briefs out of the fucking way. His stare immediately went down to my hard dick. I was big. Big enough to admit it, and cocky, I grabbed the base of my cock and gave myself a slow stroke.
“Like what you’re seeing?”
His eyes darkened, looking nearly black under the dim lighting.
“Very.”
Captivated under his intense stare, I throbbed, my tip already leaking with precum.
“There’s something you need to know about me, though.”
Despite my head spinning, both from the high and him, I perked up. “What is it?”
Not saying a word, he unbuckled his belt and, in a quick move, pulled it out.
The leather made a whoosh sound that cut through the air before he folded it in half and slapped it on his open palm.
My breath turned heavier, same for the atmosphere that thickened like blood, as he slowly walked back to the bed.
Getting on all fours, he climbed on the mattress and moved toward me until his lips were an inch from mine.
“When it comes to sex—” Using the folded belt, he nudged my chin up. “—I’m a bit kinky.” Out of nowhere, he darted his tongue and licked me along the neck, slowly moving up my jugular until he reached my jaw and sinking his teeth into my flesh.
“Fuck yeah,” I groaned, closing my eyes and sending my head back.
Straddling me, he wrapped the belt around my neck, tightening it until it hurt before pulling me close.
“Eyes on me, Mr. Rivas,” he warned.
I didn’t know what I did in my past life to be so lucky, but not about to risk it, I did as I was told and kept my eyes on him.
He was still fully clothed, but somehow, having him sit on me in those tight black jeans was almost as hot as having him naked.
Almost.
“How about a li’l lap dance, huh?” I smirked, grabbing his ass with one hand. In response, he tightened the belt around my neck until it hurt.
“Down, boy.”
My cock jerked at his command, making me fucking drip.
Keeping his act together, Ariyan ignored my desperate state and instead removed the belt from my neck and slowly dragged it down my chest.
“You’re so hot—” My words turned into a deep groan after he spanked my nipple with the folded belt. It hurt, in the best kind of way, and I needed more.
“Bring your hands forward.”
Like a good boy, I obeyed his order, watching in awe as he tied my wrists with the belt.
“Sure we need that?” I half laughed after he tightened the knot.
“Painful?”
“Nothing I can’t handle, boss.”
“Good.”
Grabbing my wrists, he brought them over my head and rose just a bit so his groin was basically right in my face.
Unable to hold back, I parted my lips and sucked him over the fabric of his jeans, groaning at having his erection shoved in my mouth.
He smelled good, and I bet he was packing, based on how large he felt—
“All done,” he said, sitting back on my lap.
Left with a taste for more, I tried to reach him when I realized he’d just tied me to the bed. I moved again, the bed rattling with me.
“You really are freaky, huh?”
“You don’t know the half of it.”
His words went straight to my already hard cock, and I settled in, making myself comfortable with both hands tied over my head.
“What are we waiting for—”
My words died once he cupped my cheeks and squeezed me hard, so hard I bit myself.
A bit of blood dribbled down my lip, and he ducked down and licked it.
My breath caught at the move, my brain still trying to stay in the loop when he began kissing down my body.
First my lips, then my jaw, neck, and chest. Sucking on my nipple, the one he spanked, he tugged it with his teeth, and I licked my lips, stifling a moan.
Every place he touched me turned to fire, and I found myself burning from the inside out while he continued to go south.
Now kissing me down my happy trail, he reached his hand and wrapped his fingers around the base of my cock.
His grip was forceful, making me wince until he began moving his hand along my length at a tormenting pace.
My cock twitched in his fist, aching for more when he continued kissing my body.
I jerked as he sank his teeth into my inner thigh, and attempted to move…
only my body was restrained to the bed, and the belt burned into my skin at the smallest shift.
Getting the memo, I stayed put, breathing through my nose while he stroked me faster.
And even though he only used his hand, I felt him everywhere, my body burning with such need I didn’t know was possible.
“How about I tell you a story?” he asked, squeezing the tip of my cock.
Jerking my head back, I closed my eyes, trying hard not to come.
“Oh, baby, you can tell me anything you want,” I panted, pleasure gripping my throat. “Just keep doing what you’re do—”
He pressed his thumb to my tip, and my hips bucked off the bed.
“Are you sure?” he teased, his lips a breath away from my throbbing length.
“Fuck.” I was burning up. “Yes, fuck. Whatever you want.”
“Good.” He trailed his finger along my shaft. “One night, a cat was walking down the street, minding his own business.”
“A kitten?” I giggled. “That’s cute.”
He huffed, his lips nearly touching my cock. “So the cute kitten was walking down the street when two cockroaches crawled out of the sewers and snuck up on him.”
Moving his palm along my shaft, he stroked me gently, going all the way down to my balls and up. It felt so damn good, my toes curled.
“But cockroaches are, well, cockroaches, and by themselves worth just about nothing.” He stopped moving his hand. “Mr. Rivas, are you still listening?”
Taking a sharp intake of air, I nodded. “Yeah.” Sweat slid down my skin, turning it moist. “Kitten. Cockroaches. Go on.”
“Once again, I’m impressed by your sharp absorption.”
God, just make me come—
“So as I was saying, by themselves, they’re not much of a threat, so they made sure a hound joined them.”
I swallowed hard, feeling like I’d burst any second now.
“A hound?”
“Yes.” He clutched my dick harder. “A big, stupid, dirty hound that knew nothing but blood.” He increased the pressure, causing me to choke down a groan.
“Fuck.”
“Long story short, a few years passed—”
My body was on fire, every muscle tensing at the slightest touch of his hand. Was it the drug? Or was it this whole kinky shit I apparently dug?
“—and the so-called hound appeared on the cat’s doorstep.”
He moved his hand to my balls, cupping them firmly while using his other hand to jerk me off, his words background noise to the sound of his palm fapping my cock.
I’m close, so damn close.
“But dumb as a dog, he didn’t realize he’d just walked right into danger. And instead of worrying about his life…” He removed his hand from my dick, leaving me hanging. “You know what the hound did?”
On the brink of coming, I shook my head, desperate for him to go on as I feared my cock would explode.
“No, fuck. No.”
The bed moved, and he climbed up until his lips ghosted the shell of my ear. And even though he wasn’t touching me now, I still felt him all over.
“He allowed the cat in,” he whispered, voice sharp. “But the poor pup was so obsessed with licking his own balls that he didn’t even realize—”
“Fuck!” I grunted when he clutched my jaw, his nails digging into my flesh, and twisted my head so I’d face him.
“I’m no pussy, sweetheart… but a motherfucking tiger,” he hissed in perfect Spanish, making my eyes go wide.
“What the hell—”
A hard punch to the face took me by surprise, leaving me completely out of breath.
Before I could reconcile how he’d struck me this hard, another hit came, right to the upper cheekbone.
The second punch sobered me up in seconds, and I glanced just in time to catch a glint of silver before his fist collided with my face again.
I tried moving to no avail, as my hands were tied to the fucking bed.
“T-the fuck—”
Another hit, and this time, I knew why this son of a bitch’s punches were so strong. He had a fucking knuckle-duster on. Where had he gotten it? I had no fucking clue, nor did I care, not when he’d just punched me again.
I gasped as blood dripped down from a fresh cut on my brow, getting into my eye and mouth.
I spat it out, my whole face hurting from the punches when he wrapped his fingers around my neck, tightening his grip.
Feeling the air leaving my lungs, I pulled forward, my body wriggling in my struggle to get free.
The whole bed rattled, but the belt had me completely restrained, and I couldn’t fight back as he continued choking me.
“Looks like you like it, huh?” he snarled, mad eyes locked with mine.
Almost out of breath, I glanced down to see my cock was still rock hard, even more than before. My eyes grew wide, fear and rage taking over me.
“You—”
He removed his hand from my neck only to block my mouth with it, forcing me to breathe from my nose.
“You need to learn to shut that mouth of yours,” he hissed as he looked down on me, eyes possessed and full of malice, so deep it scared the living shit out of me.
Out of nowhere, the angel I worshiped was replaced with this maniac, who was smirking down at me, splatters of my blood all over his pale skin.
He then got closer, a cold look in his golden eyes.
“Be grateful I didn’t bring my gun today.”
He finally removed his hand from my mouth.
“What gun—”
He punched me again, only this time, my vision turned black, and for the first time in my life, I was knocked out cold.