Chapter Forty-Three #4
“Yes, I want,” I tremble, holding his face. “Do you want…?”
“I want you.” His voice is full of so much emotion, it’s bursting at the seams as he pushes a little harder. Shoving that slick tip, he whispers, “I want… inside you.”
My body relaxes, and I purr, “I want you in me…”
I’m open, and he’s needy, and finally, it slides…
“Relax and let me fuck you, Ivory,” he hums, and thrusts inside.
“Unngghh.” My eyes roll back as I arch off the bed.
Fuck fuck oh fuck, the fucking tip is inside…
“Ohhffuckyess,” Angel gasps, shifting his hips to slide in deeper. “Nnngguhh!”
“Angel… Angel, baby, fuck,” I’m rambling nonsense. But I wouldn’t know how to form a sentence if I wanted to. There’s a big dick in me, and I’m falling apart. “Uhh God, baby, so big… ummffuck.”
“This f-feels insane.” He presses his forehead to mine, pausing his movements. “Is it okay? Should I stop?”
“Are you fucking… kidding?” I shudder and grab his ass. “Do not ffuucking stop.”
He gusts a breathy chuckle, kissing me softly, driving in some more. We both groan. More, we gasp. And more… we purr.
The way he’s feeding his dick into my body, so slowly, I can feel every ridge, every vein, the entire shape of him and his silky smooth skin stroking within mine.
And when he moves a certain way, a bolt of lightning zaps my insides, and I sob.
“Fffuck! Angel, Dios… Baby, don’t stop. Don’t stop don’t stop, please keep fucking right there…”
“You feel amazing inside, Diablo… holy fuck, Papi. Wow. Your ass is so snug and warm and perfect… Dios, I might come already…”
“Mmmff.” I press my lips together to stop myself from crying and making all kinds of embarrassing sounds.
But I can’t help it. This is the most intense thing I’ve ever felt. And at mere mention of him coming in me, while his cock is on that sweet fucking spot, my own pulses a sticky mess on my abs.
Angel’s pelvis taps my cheeks, signaling that he’s all the way in, as deep as he can go. And we both look down.
“Fuck me, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” I gasp.
“So h-hot,” he whimpers. “Baby, I’m so sorry… I’m not… gonna last.”
He shifts his hips and we both groan. I’m seeing fucking stars.
“Pajarito… if you move I’m gonna… c-come.”
“Oh, thank God.” He pulls back then plunges in.
The way we’re crying and mewling you’d think we were both virgins. I mean, I’ve definitely never been fucked before, but I’m no butt-virgin. It’s not like nothing has ever been inside. And I don’t know Angel’s exact status, but I know this isn’t his usual role.
We’re both well-versed in sex. But something about this just smacked us both upside our heads.
It’s us… It has to be.
The chemistry of Pajarito y Diablo.
Angel develops a rhythm, fucking his big cock in and out of my tight hole while we kiss and moan and paw at each other. It still burns, but I actually fucking love it. This sensation of being full is unlike any other, but more than that… It’s having him in me. My Angel…
Mi pajarito, fucking me.
“Baby, you feel so good,” he pants, picking up to a steady pace that has his skin slapping against mine. “God, fuck, Diablo, I’ve never felt anything like you.”
“You like it?” I grab him by the hair and the throat, holding his face close to mine. “Fucking my ass?”
“Me encanta… Papi, muy ajustado para mi.”
“Jesus, baby, you’re gonna make me come,” I break, clinging to him, my body buzzing, tightening and swelling.
“You wanna come on my cock, Daddy?”
He’s pumping and pumping, brushing that spot… His words and his voice and the sounds of him fucking my wet hole are pushing me right up to the edge.
“Is my dick gonna make you bust all over yourself?”
“Uh-huh… Fuuuck, baby, Daddy’s gonna come so hard on your big cock”
“Estás listo?”
“Si, baby…”
“Uhh, fuck, I feel your hole quivering…”
“Guhh… Angelito, you’re m-making me…”
Chills wash over me like a monsoon of electricity as my hole clamps. My balls draw up, and my dick shoots.
“Dios, I’m coming, baby… Yes yes yes, fuck the cum out, love.”
I’m spraying, the orgasm hits so hard it hurts, splattering on my abs and chest. Angel fists my cock, milking it out onto his chest too, while his hips buck into me. Riding it the fuck out.
“That’s it, Papi… Mmm goddamn, look at you coming so sweet for me.”
“Unnghh…. Fffuck,” I groan and whimper, fizzling down from the high with my hands on his lower back to keep him in as deep as possible.
I want him to stay. Never ever leave my body, baby.
“Okay, my turn,” Angel rumbles, and I laugh. “Baby, Jesus… Oh fuck, squeeze on it again.”
“You’re… driving me… fucking insane.” My voice is choppy, body jostling as he fucks and fucks into me. Until I feel him tensing.
“Fuck yesss, Ivory, baby, I’m coming in you…”
“Come in me, sweet baby,” I beg, hoarse and greedy for it. “Nice and deep… please.”
“Mmmfuck, Diablo!”
And then I feel it. I feel the warmth hitting me inside, and it’s too much for my loins to bear. Another hearty pulse of cum spurts from my cock, and I croak.
“Ohh… my… fucking…”
I black out.
Literally, I have no recollection of how we got here, but at least several minutes have passed by the time we both seem to come to.
We wind up on our sides, him still inside me, though as he softens, I can feel cum leaking out. But I don’t give a single fuck.
This moment with him is too profound to sever the connection.
We’re kissing for a while, slow leisurely sucks and nips, tongues playing like our fingers as we touch all over. When we eventually stop because our mouths are going numb, we just stare at each other, the pale glow of early dawn peeking through the balcony window.
“Have you ever topped before,” I ask Angel with his head tucked against my chest and my fingers in his hair. “I mean… that couldn’t have been your first time.”
“I’ve only done it twice before,” he tells me. “And trust me, it was nothing like that.” He huffs, and I purse down the crazy grin. “Have you bottomed?”
“No…” I mumble, reluctantly, because I know this is going to get him all excited.
And sure enough he starts wiggling.
“Ooh, Papi, I got to be your first!” He’s shimmying, and I can’t stop laughing.
“Pull out,” I grumble. “There’s no point, I’m gonna have to change this comforter anyway.”
“Who the hell gets grouchy after such a spectacular orgasm?” He snickers.
I shake my head admonishingly. “I’m not grouchy, I’m just… annoyed.” I’m pouting as he blinks at me, and I roll my eyes. “That I didn’t get to be your first.”
He stares at me for a moment, a flash of serious in his green eyes. “I told you, I wanted you to be my first. Isn’t that better? Everyone I had sex with who wasn’t you I wished was…”
Those words, in that tone, from that perfectly stunning face, have me reeling.
What is this…?
Is this real? How could it be?
I don’t do this. I don’t… get to have this.
I never thought my obsession with getting him back would lead to this…
Such a powerful connection, so much more than just possession or mind-blowing sex. If anything, the sex is a conduit to the rest of this black magic.
Taking him by the jaw, I kiss him softly, and murmur. “Wanna take a shower?”
He grins and nods, animatedly. And we drag our sore bodies up and into the en suite.
The shower starts out intimate, sensual as we wash each other slowly, taking our time with soft touching in exploration.
But as it does, the attraction takes over, and when I’m hard enough, lift him up, with his legs around my waist. I slide inside him, and fuck him slowly, face to face, because now that we’ve done it this way, I think I always want to look in his eyes, and kiss his lips while we’re in one another.
“Baby, you feel like mine,” I grunt, one palm on the tile, and the other on his ass, holding him up.
“Because I… uhh, I am,” he gasps, touching my wet flesh.
It only takes about ten minutes of filthy talking slippery sex before I’m coming in him.
“God, pajarito, take it… take every drop.”
“C-come in me, Diablo…”
The moment my dick is done twinging, I’m pulling out and falling to my knees to suck an orgasm out of his sweet cock. His fingers in my hair, and our hooded gazes locked.
“Uhh, baby, I’m coming,” he whimpers, holding my jaw. “Suck it out and swallow.”
I do. Of course, I do. And then I pop off, moving between his legs. I push them apart wide, and lick his hole.
“Ohhfuck,” he croaks, quaking. “Oh, God, Diablo…”
Lapping at my slippery cum from within him, kissing and sucking.
“Feed it to me, baby bird,” I groan, feeling him relax so I can lick it out.
Because why not?
He is mine, after all.
Once all of that depravity is done, we’re out of the shower, and so tired we can barely stand upright. I give Angel some clothes to sleep in, then watch him in the mirror while we brush our teeth side by side.
I feel like I could do this forever.
And that thought terrifies me.
“Thank you,” he says after he spits into the sink.
“Hm?” I ask, distracted as hell and not hiding it well.
“For the perfect date.” He smiles. “I know we didn’t get to watch a movie, but maybe that can be our next date…?”
I nod slowly. “Sure… Next time.”
“The dinner was incredible. The chefs really are amazing.”
“Yea…”
“But most of all, I wanted to thank you, Ivory. For helping me… better understand myself.” His eyes are gleaming at me, and I’m fumbling.
“I don’t know what it is, but you just make being me so…
uncomplicated. When I’m with you, I don’t feel like I have to be one thing, you know?
Like, I’m not constantly stressing over what people will expect.
If they’ll want Angel or Ari… If they want me to be a boy, or a girl.
With you, I can be both, or neither. I’m just me, and you always see that.
Like tonight, you showed up, and you just…
got it.” He lets out a breath. “Anyway, I’m just trying to say…
thank you. For a truly incredible evening. ”
I love you.
Wait, what the fuck?!
What the hell was that??