19. Santiago #2
Not about to waste time on useless words, I retook his lips, my hand already going down to his hard cock.
He let out a groan after I wrapped my fist around him, and the sound of his deep voice wasn’t at all what I wished for.
But pushing the thought aside, I continued to rub him while he began to massage me over my boxer briefs.
“Is everything okay?” he asked, probably noticing I wasn’t hard.
“Yeah.” I kissed him again. “It’s the booze. Just keep going.”
He nodded, and we continued to make out until I did manage to get it up.
“Turn around,” I ordered, shoving my boxer briefs down my thighs.
Gabriel smiled, quickly moving so his fine ass was up in my face.
But again, it wasn’t enough, but what was enough?
Not sure of the answer, I grabbed lube from my bedside table and spread it on my fingers before bringing it to his hole.
I made a lame attempt at stretching him out, although it seemed enough, considering he was urging me to fuck him already.
Not about to argue, I rubbered up, then moved behind him.
Grabbing my cock, I brought it to his hole.
I guess I took too long because Gabriel glanced at me over his shoulder, eyes needy.
Did I also look this desperate, like a breath away from dying, when I was waiting for Ariyan’s cock?
Fuck.
Gritting my teeth, I bucked my hips forward, pushing inside him.
Gabriel let out a deep moan, his body moving with mine as I began thrusting into him with full force.
But the more I fucked him, the more irritated I became.
It felt as if I were trying to scratch a spot on my back I couldn’t reach, and my brain could hardly focus.
Noises from the party outside caught my attention, and instead of turning me on like the risk of being caught often did, I was annoyed.
Bothered.
Bored.
“Is everything okay?”
Not that damn question again.
“Yeah,” I hissed, pulling out and grabbing his shoulder. “Get on top of me.”
He nodded, shifting on the bed and making room for me before he climbed on top.
“Are you sure you’re fine?” He brushed his hand against my jaw, the touch so gentle it pissed me the fuck off.
I shoved his hand away. “Just get on my dick.”
He huffed, shaking his head.
I watched as he took my cock in his hand and aligned it with his ass before he plunged down on me. I let out a short breath, my abdomen tightening as he began moving his hips.
Feeling heat spreading through me, I closed my eyes, trying to focus on the act—
Eyes on me, Mr. Rivas.
My eyes snapped open, and I stared at Gabriel, shocked.
“W-what did you just say?”
“Huh?” he panted, face flushed, while he continued moving his hips.
“You just said—”
“Fuck, you feel good,” he muttered, bottom lip tucked under his teeth.
Shit, was I imagining things now?
I closed my eyes again and focused on the sensation of my cock thrusting into Gabriel’s tight ass, on how he felt on top of me, and the way his weight pushed down on—
How about I tell you a story?
This time, it wasn’t only words I recalled, but all of it, him sitting on top of me, my cock in his hand.
Shit, it felt good, too good, and I let out a deep moan as pleasure erupted through me like wildfire.
My breath shuddered, and I squeezed my eyes harder, trying to stay focused as different images ran through my mind, mixing with the pleasure.
But it still wasn’t the same. Every bit of me was on edge as I sought desperately for more, and on instinct, I reached down and took Gabriel’s hand, placing it on my neck.
“What are you—”
“Just keep going,” I rasped, voice rough.
I heard him swallow before he began moving again, rocking on top of me while I held his hand to my neck, forcing his grip tighter, as tight as he held me.
One night, a cat was walking down the street, minding his own business.
That’s right. He told me a story about… a kitten? No, a cat and… two bugs? No. It was something else, more repulsive… cockroaches.
My hold on Gabriel’s hand tightened, making him grip my neck harder until it fucking hurt. My cock throbbed at the pain, and I jerked my hips off the bed, fucking into him with pure force.
The cute kitten was walking down the street when two cockroaches crawled out of the sewers and snuck up on him.
Heat shot straight to my cock, and I continued to pump into him—
Are you still listening?
“Fuck, yes, I am,” I groaned, feeling my throat ripping apart.
“Santi? Are you okay?”
By themselves, they’re not much of a threat, so they made sure a hound joined them.
“Hey, you’re scaring me, dude—”
A big, stupid, dirty hound that knew nothing but blood.
The hold on my neck loosened, so I quickly grabbed Gabriel’s hand and kept it there.
“Just keep doing this,” I hissed, out of breath. “It feels amazing.”
A slight blush crept to his cheeks, and he nodded. Then, just as I asked him, he kept his hand on my neck, his finger digging into my vein—
“Harder,” I shouted, my hands holding on to his hips while I pinned him on my cock. “Choke me until I’m fucking dead.”
He was hesitant at first, but then he added his left hand and applied more pressure, enough to make it hard to breathe.
But as I grasped for those crucial bits, it all came back.
The room, the bed, the way he’d tied me with the belt, and the deranged look in his eyes while he told me of a dog that beat the shit out of him a few years ago.
A dog that then appeared on his doorstep, not realizing he’d walked right into a trap.
I’m no pussy, sweetheart… but a motherfucking tiger.
My eyes snapped open as it all hit me, and feeling like I’d die any second, I pushed Gabriel off me and turned over, falling from my bed to the damn floor as I gasped for air.
My heart was beating so fast I feared it would blast out of my chest, while at the same time, it all came back.
Not that night with Ariyan, but a different night, one I’d almost managed to forget all about— No.
I did forget what happened that night, but back then, it had seemed so unimportant, just another random fight with a stranger.
A robbery that went south when Ace and Ricky pissed me off so bad that later on, I started a fight that landed me in prison.
Everything else that night seemed so much more important than him, than the stranger I beat up, the same stranger who turned out to be—
“Fuck, Santiago, are you okay?” Gabriel gasped, getting beside me.
No, no, no, this couldn’t be true.
“Santiago—”
“I have to go,” I hissed, pushing his hand away from me and getting up.
“What the hell are you talking about?” he asked while I picked up my clothes from the floor.
So it was him all along? The son of a bitch played me right from the beginning, but was it really a coincidence, or did he track me down?
Hold on. I froze on the spot, my shirt in my hands because…
Ricky and Ace. They were the two cockroaches from his story, right?
Meaning… Ariyan was the one to kill them.
Be grateful I didn’t bring my gun today.
I had about a million questions running through my head. Everything made sense while nothing really did. And even though I knew it was dangerous, I had to find him.
Right. Fucking. Now.
“I’ll call you,” I told Gabriel after I put on my shirt and dashed out of my room, heart in my fucking throat because not only was Ariyan a real psycho, but one with a personal vendetta against me.
And given the fact that the two other dudes who were there that night were now dead, I’d say going to find him was stupid.
Beyond stupid.
Yet I didn’t care. Not in the slightest.
The need to see his face right now burned inside me, the flame so strong it consumed its way to my core, eating away everything that stood in its way. Whether it was common sense or my damn life, none of it mattered.
Only him.
The stranger I beat up and whom, for three long years, had no name, but now he did, and his name was Ariyan.