Chapter Forty-Three #3
My lashes fan, and I groan. “Fuck, baby, you are so hot.” Extending my tongue, I keep my gaze on his while lapping gently at the crown. He mewls, face almost pained from the intense aching arousal. “Such a beautiful body, love… Every inch.” I lick again, slowly. “Pretty boy with a pretty cock.”
Angel whines as I suck him in, taking just the first few inches. Sucking nice and slow, caressing the underside with my tongue until he’s practically falling forward.
“Uhh… fuck, Ivory.” He fists my hair to hold me in place. “S-suck it. Suck… me…”
“Mmm mm mmm,” I rumble things he obviously can’t understand, slurping him back, more or less just holding him in my mouth, letting him push in at his own pace.
Holy mothefucking fuck… I’ve never wanted a dick to just rest on my tongue for hours before. I swear to God, I could spend all day with this thing in my mouth.
Eventually, he pushes it down far enough that I gag, and he cries a hoarse version of my name. “Ummff Manuel fffucking Ivory uhh… yes, Diablo. Choke on it, baby. Will you s-suck all the way b-back?”
With that needy request, I’m unhinged. Still not going hard or fast, but just… thorough. Sucking up and down on his long dick, letting him hit the back of my throat, and relaxing enough to let it slide even further.
“H-holy… fffuuck,” Angel whimpers, both hands on my jaw, guiding me like I’m a sex toy.
As if my mouth exists solely for him to fuck. I don’t know why, but it’s insanely satisfying. My own dick is jerking and dribbling all over me.
“Daddy, I love how you suck. You suck so damn good.”
“Mmm…” My eyelids are growing heavy, jaw sore, saliva spilling, making these obscenely wet noises that are quivering my balls.
“Tu boca, baby…” he shivers. “Me encanta… Ohh, Diablo, I’m…”
I can’t even help it. I wrap my fist around my own erection, sucking him and stroking myself, just desperate for a hot mouthful.
But then Angel drags himself out with a whine, “I don’t wanna come yet.”
In a flash, he’s wrapped around me like a vine, straddling me and clinging to me, feverishly kissing my lips.
“My sweet love, I told you I’ll make you come as many times as you want,” I purr, holding him by the waist.
“Can we go to the bedroom?” He pleads, raspy and unfettered.
Seriously, in this moment, there is nothing in the entire world I wouldn’t do for this kid.
If he wants to kill me, have at it. So long as I get to be holding and kissing him while it happens, I don’t give a single fuck.
Alright, maybe there is one thing I wouldn’t do for him… And that’s let him go.
I’d rather die.
“Come to bed with me, my love,” I hum on his soft, warm, trembling mouth.
We get up and scurry across the hall into my bedroom, Angel naked, and me with my pants around my thighs. Not that it matters. No one comes up here.
Inside my room, it’s dark. Sheer curtains partially drawn, moonlight shining in from the balcony.
“It’s really beautiful in here,” he whispers.
“Nothing is more beautiful than seeing you standing in my bedroom, Angel Alvarez,” I purr, flopping back onto the bed. “Naked.”
Propped on my elbows, I nod him over, and he grins. Timidly wanton and just so goddamn sexy as he saunters over and climbs into bed with me.
“Fuck, baby, get naked with me,” he demands breathlessly, crawling on top of me, pawing at my dress shirt.
“You are so gorgeous,” I tell him, running cherishing fingers over his every surface.
“So are you,” he mewls in a tone sweeter than dessert, writhing naked between my legs.
“Undress me, beautiful boy.” I lie back while he pants and purrs, tearing my clothes off. I have to chuckle. “My baby wants it bad, huh?”
“So bad,” he rasps, stripping me down to nothing.
Shirt, pants, socks. And finally the boxer briefs, savoring this part like he’s unwrapping the best gift he saved for last.
“I like your straight guy undies.” He grins, tossing them at me.
Catching them, I gasp in faux-outrage while he chuckles, tossing them back.
“I resent that,” I grumble. “I am not at all straight.”
“You sure?” He teases, pressing our bare, heated flesh together. “You sure act like a rich straight bachelor.” He gasps when I lift him enough to press kisses on his chest. “Cold… emotionally detached.”
“That’s just because I’m a narcissist,” I hum, and he laughs. But it melts into a groan when my tongue circles the piercing in his nipple. “You don’t really think I’m cold…” I pout on his chest, peeking up at him. “Do you, pajarito?”
“Uh-uh.” He shakes his head. “You’re actually, like… way too hot.” I chuckle, sucking the piercing until he cries, “Ummff, it’s not fair…”
“Too hot… we’re gonna set the bed on fire,” I ramble, hands on his hips, then his ass, pulling him down to rub our swollen cocks together.
“Baby…” He’s hoarse, the sound throbbing my balls as much as the feeling of his pressing down on mine. I spread my legs and lift so I can feel them more. “I wanna fuck.”
“You want sex, pajarito?”
He nods fast, kissing my lips desperately. Greedy and deep with passion that very well could set the whole damn world around us on fire.
“Let’s have sex,” he whispers. My cock throbs.
“Sex me, beautiful thing…”
I don’t even know what I’m saying. I’m in a daze, the air in the room thick and heady with fevered lust.
“Did you know I’ve wanted to have sex with you since I was a kid…?” He mumbles, writhing his taut body into mine, big dick rutting against my own.
My legs spread wider as his hips rock, over and over until I’m dizzy.
“Don’t tease me, baby.”
“I’m serious,” he breathes over my mouth. “You were my first crush.”
Eyes peeling open to gaze up at him, I find his expression timid, but fully serious, cheeks bashfully blushed.
Is he… for real?
I was his first… crush?
A swooning grin pulls at my lips. “When?”
“I don’t know…” He purses his. “Like, thirteen?” I’m gaping at him until he laughs. “What??”
“You are so lying,” I snort.
“I’m really not, though,” he murmurs, and I know he isn’t lying. It’s obvious.
But it’s still fucking nuts.
“I hated you so much,” he admits reluctantly. “I did nothing but think about you, all day, every day. Dreaming up ways to hurt you…”
I gulp. Okay, but why does that make me even harder?
I’m seriously fucked.
“I guess the revenge fantasies mixed with the sexual ones,” he admits. “I didn’t understand it at the time. What I wanted you to… do to me.”
My dick has seriously never ached so hard in my life.
“What did you want me to do to you, pajarito?” I purr, touching his chest.
He kisses my jaw, trailing his lips to my ear and whispers, “I wanted you to take my virginity.”
God damn holy fuck…
“Fuck me…” I shiver. “Baby, I wish I could have…”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t save it for you, Diablo.” He picks back up, rocking leisurely between my legs.
“As long as I have you now.” I hold his jaw and kiss his lips. “That’s all that matters.”
“You have me…”
“You have me too, pajarito.”
Fuck, you have all of me, baby…
Our kisses build back up to hot and slippery wet, bodies tangling in the middle of my large bed. I feel like I’m in a dream. Nothing real has ever felt this good before.
Angel kneels between my legs, and now I’m lifting, wrapping them around him. Until his long, heavy erection somehow ends up pointed down. And then it’s wedged in between, and he’s still rocking… sliding it forward and back.
“You’re so hot, Papi.” He bites on my lips, down my throat, to my chest. “Are you mine, Diablo?”
“I never want anyone else as long as I’m breathing,” I say these words, professing something so ardent in this bare moment. A completely unfiltered truth. “Mmff… Angel. Baby, that feels… s-so good.”
“Yea?” He licks my nipple, sucking it and drawing out a heavy pulse from my eager cock.
His hips thrust, thick shaft gliding between my cheeks. Winding me into a stupor. I’m barely even cognizant that this isn’t something I’ve ever done before. I’m just buzzing and spinning, and leaking, and desperate.
Brushing fingers through his hair and down his shoulders, I mumble, “There’s… lube. Beneath the pillow.”
Angel seems just as out of it as I am as he hums, “Mm… ‘kay.”
Reaching around, he locates a bottle, handing it to me. I’m working on some sort of instinct, in a complete and total trance as I open it and pour a bunch out onto my fingers. Then I bring them down, but instead of stroking it onto my cock… I rub it onto his.
I coat his cock with lube where it’s still between my cheeks, painting slickness all over us both. He keeps writhing, and I’m holding him there, while simultaneously relaxing.
I feel myself both spinning out of control, and greedy with fierce want for this unfamiliar sensation. Muscles easing in surrender I think I’ve wanted for a long time. But I was never able to give it up fully…
Until right now… Until Angel.
My Angel… Who’s wanted to kill me and fuck me since he was a child.
“You’re perfect,” I whisper into his mouth when he returns for more scorching kisses.
“Ivory…” he breathes, rearing back enough that this time the slick curve glides over my waiting hole.
“Baby…” I quiver when it happens again, and again. The movement of his hips taunting me with what I want. “Fuck me, Angelito.”
“I want you,” he whimpers on my lips, sucking and biting.
Part of me wants to grab his dick and just shove it in. But the teasing is making it so much hotter. I’m burning alive, our bodies glistening with sweat already.
“Uhh, te quiero… Baby, fuck me.” I shift my hips just as he’s drawing back. And he pauses with the head just waiting.
My eyes creep open to look up at him, and he down at me. Both of us heaving for breath, gasping. Hands all over, touching greedy as he pushes.
Gently, nudging.
Even just that has my lashes fluttering. “Ohhfuck… Angel.”
“Diablo,” his voice cracks while he pushes more. “Do you… w-want…?”
I don’t think I know how to speak. This is just… so very intense. I didn’t expect this. But it feels right. It feels exactly fucking right.
Well, not quite.
Because he’s not… in yet.