Chapter 16 #2
I give his ass another quick smack. A strained whine flies out of his mouth and all his muscles relax, sucking in more of my fingers. “Don’t be fucking rude right now. I’m trying to be nice.”
He whips his head back at me, a glare on his pretty face. “I don’t want you to be nice. I want you to make me come.”
“Fine,” I growl back at him as I sit up on my knees and reach over his body, shoving his face back toward the ground. My hand eases back to rest on his upper back, pressing him down as I steadily sink my fingers all the way into him. “Is this what you fucking wanted, munequito?” I ask angrily.
“Yes,” he breathily whispers as I pull my fingers back and bury them inside of him again.
I gradually quicken my pace, pumping my fingers in and out of his body, watching how his ass swallows them up each time I push back in.
“Your ass is so greedy, munequito. I told you it’s mine. It wouldn’t swallow up anyone else like this. I bet it wants another one.”
He mumbles unintelligible noises as an answer.
I spit against his opening and duck my head between his cheeks, using my tongue to spread my saliva around his stretched out skin, lubing him up to take more of me.
“Oh my god,” he mumbles as my tongue laves at his sensitive skin. “Fuck, that’s good.”
I sit back up and tease my third finger around his tight ring of muscle, temporarily stilling my pumping. “I thought you said I wasn’t good,” I say innocently.
He groans loudly and turns around again to glare at me. “Don’t fucking stop.”
“You’re still so pretty. Even when you’re mad.” I smile widely at him and push my third finger inside.
His mouth opens in shock before his eyes roll up in the back of his head. Reaching underneath him, I gather some of his pre-cum from the puddle he’s continued to leak and start jerking his cock. He throws his head back down on the floor and moans for me.
“So fucking needy. If you were nicer to me, maybe you’d get what you want more often.”
He starts rocking back on my fingers as his dick swells in my hand. “Shut up, Javier. Oh, fuck. I’m gonna come. Shit. Shit.”
He blows his load as he fucks himself back on my hand—cum jetting out of his cock and all over the floor with each tensing of his body.
I continue tugging his cock as he shakes through his orgasm until he’s completely dry and wriggles away from me, the sensations too much for him to bear.
He crawls on all fours toward his bed and flips over when he reaches it. Sitting his naked ass on the floor. Legs spread to show me his spent, flaccid dick. Pajama pants still wrapped around his ankles.
He’s barely awake—staring at me with a sleepy scowl on his face.
My dick is absolutely dying in my pants. I would love to stick it as far down his throat as possible and come straight into his stomach.
I look down and give it an agonizing squeeze, and when I glance back up and see his drowsy eyes close all the way—right there on the floor—I know I’m going to have to take care of myself tonight.
After tucking my erection into the waistband of my pants, I walk over to him and pull his pajama pants back into place and gently lift his body into the bed.
I cover him with his blankets. “You’re mine, munequito.” And I think I actually mean it this time. I don’t want him with anyone else.
“Fuck you,” he murmurs sleepily as he turns over in bed, tucking the blankets tightly under his chin.
I roll my eyes and go to turn away, but think of one last thing I’d like to do.
I pick up his phone from where it sits on his nightstand and hold it in front of his face so it unlocks. Then I go into his settings and unblock my number.
I’ve already unblocked his number in my phone—I need all avenues of access back. I need to get to him wherever and whenever I want.
I walk back toward the door, quietly exiting and shutting it behind me.
As I’m climbing down, the sound of an expensive, douchey engine hits my ears.
Why the fuck is he even home?
He shouldn’t be on break from school. And it’s late as fuck right now.
Carter opens his car door right as I jump down from the A/C unit.
All I can do at this point is hope that it’s too dark and he doesn’t notice me from across the street. He’s the last person I want to see right now.
No such luck.
“Morales,” he yells casually as he crosses the road.
I reluctantly turn to him. Stuck between mine and Declan’s houses.
Usually I’m pretty good at being nice to people—even if they’re not my favorite person in the world.
I’m not as much of an asshole as Grant but less of a nice guy than Landon.
But right now, I can’t muster a smile for Carter. So I just stare at him as he draws near.
He gets entirely too close. We’re about the same height, so his green eyes stare right into mine. I don’t like it. I wish he’d back the fuck up. I can smell the alcohol on his breath from whatever party he just came from.
He flicks his eyes up at the balcony.
It’s only a second. Maybe less. But it’s too fucking long.
I point to my house. “Well, I gotta get—”
“Did you just… come from…” His voice trails off, but his eyes clearly point at the balcony again, then back to me.
“No.” My answer is automatic, and it turns my stomach sour.
“Okay,” he says, his voice laced with confusion. “Because I thought that after last year you guys weren’t friends or whatever anymore.”
I keep my lips tightly sealed. It’s really none of his business anymore. And he didn’t actually ask me a question—even if he implied one.
He looks up there again. “Do you see him around much?”
“Why?” There’s too much bite in my tone.
But either Carter doesn’t care or he doesn’t notice, because he returns my question by looking at me like I’m an idiot. “Come on, man.”
Angry heat rises to the surface as my face drops.
It makes him widen his eyes. “Dude. You okay?”
“I gotta go.”
I give no other explanation, turning on my heel and leaving him there.
Once I’ve crept back into my house, I keep the light off in my room and lift up one slat in the blinds.
Carter is still standing there. Hands in his pockets, staring up at the balcony.
I stay glued to the spot, staving off sleep. I don’t take my eyes off of him until he turns and makes his way back across the street.
And when I finally am able to collapse in bed, it’s with that same sour feeling in my stomach.