Chapter 7 Santos
SEVEN
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“Are you okay?” Ever asked for what had to be the tenth time ever since we’d gotten in the car.
At least this time, he had waited until the car was parked in the garage attached to the villa that had now become my permanent residence. I sighed as I killed the engine and checked that everything looked good.
“Yeah.” I winced. Lying to Ever was never part of any plan. “Exhausted.”
“Oh. We can go lie down. If you want.”
“You don’t have anything scheduled with your Dom?’”
Ever scrunched his nose. “No. It doesn’t work like that. Sir Ismael sends me tasks, and when I complete them, he pays me attention until the next task.”
It was my turn to compose my face. “And you like that?”
“Hm.” A blush spread down his neck as his gaze darted around the confines of the car. “He’s not like this with everyone. We negotiated it during the first month we chatted. I like to play with…humiliation, and feeling insignificant. He gives me that.”
“Okay.”
I’d have to do some research if I wanted to have any chance of understanding any of that, and reconciling it with the affectionate as fuck, touch-starved Ever I knew.
That would be a task for another day, though.
Right now, I just wanted to lie down like he’d suggested and turn off my phone in case that therapist decided to reach out sooner rather than later.
It was when we were in his room, chilling on his bed, and Ever had changed into an oversized hoodie and nothing else that I could tell, and I had all limbs of bare skin all over me that I thought back to what I’d told Carlos. I just want something to feel the same.
Anxiety built up at the base of my throat, but Ever was right here. Ever could feel the same. I desperately needed him to feel the same.
“Can I kiss you?”
The question might’ve come out of the blue, I’d admit.
I was supposed to have better game than this.
I was supposed to be better. Ever just glanced up at me.
I could feel his heart was racing, but he wasn’t running away.
He just stared at me with dilated pupils and parted lips before he nodded.
It was a small move, but I was too attuned to everything him to have missed it.
So attuned, I could feel the hot prickling at the corner of my eyes when my tongue brushed his lips, and he was just as soft, as pliant, as perfect.
Kissing him did feel the same. He was the same, the same perfect body that just wanted to be pinned down and held and loved.
He might’ve added kink into it now, and the layers that came with it, but at its core, I refused to believe that things had changed.
That kissing him like this didn’t have him as suddenly desperate and thirsty as it had me, begging for more in the silent way we had helped each other plenty of times.
It was almost like no time had passed. Our bodies had grown, bulked up, yes, and he wore a different brand of lip gloss that gave his mouth a tarter taste, but all that was irrelevant when it was my lips on his.
When it was my fingers digging into his hip.
My hips thrusting against his thigh because I had flipped us, so I was covering his body length without being aware of the movement.
Muscle memory was certainly a thing.
“Can I fuck you, babes?” I nuzzled his jawline, preening at the way his spine arched because I still knew what made him tick. What drove him wild. “I can record it for your Dom, too.”
Ever’s breath hitched. He squirmed until he was more comfortable beneath my weight. It took everything in me not to groan. Not to take a hand to my tingling lips. Or to the redness in his because I might’ve spent longer assaulting his mouth than I’d thought.
“Just had a heavy meal,” he whispered. I didn’t think it was a refusal, but I waited him out.
Kept my face still because he made a point, but I just couldn’t think rationally when I’d just gotten my first taste of him in a decade.
“Uh, you can fuck my thighs if you want. It has a fancy name, I don’t remember, but it’s a thing. ”
I screwed my eyes shut. “I know it’s a thing.”
“Are you not into it?” A quick peek showed him nibbling on his lip. “If not, we can wait a bit, and I can douche in the bathroom.”
I shook my head.
“I’m into it. I swear.” What I associated intercrural with had nothing to do with Ever, and I refused to bring it into this space. “Where’s the lube?”
“Nightstand. Top drawer.”
“Okay.”
Another kiss first. More exploring his body. More of the tenderness, the softness that everyone except for him would tease me for. Ever knew I liked to take my time. He’d never complained, even when we were teenagers amped up with too many hormones and none of them liked the word patience.
The lube was one of those large bottles I’d only seen in porn. It was half empty.
“Take off your hoodie and get on all fours.”
“Yes, Sir.”
The word had me stop. “Is that what you wanna call me?”
Ever nibbled on his lip again. I itched to make him stop. “It’s… Yeah?”
I frowned. I could let it go, or I could do the right thing. Make things keep feeling the same as they had so far.
With the bottle of lube secured in my hand, I went back to covering his body with mine. To pepper him with kisses and soft bites that were meant to reassure him that we were okay.
“Remember how I said all I knew about kink was because of you?”
Ever nodded. His eyes widened with fear.
That wouldn’t do.
“I really, really want to fuck you, babes. Fuck, to do anything you want me to do to you.” It was a heavier confession than anything I’d said since I arrived.
Why it left me feeling lighter instead of filled with anxiety was not something I could dwell on right now.
“But I don’t think I’m Dom material. Okay? ”
The anxiety kicked in. I knew I couldn’t fake being the kind of Dom he’d told me about, but I couldn’t lose the one thing I’d just gotten back, either.
“Okay.” Ever took a shaky breath. “It’s… You and me against the world, right?”
“Right.” My body slumped down against his. I had to be crushing him, making it hard for him to breathe, but he didn’t say anything. He just widened his legs to make more room for me to have my quiet meltdown. “You and me against the world.”
“We don’t have to record anything,” Ever murmured.
I propped up on my elbow and ignored the way he swallowed in a lungful of air before I felt too guilty about it. “But it will turn you on much more if we do, right?”
“I mean…” More of that addicting blush. “Yeah, but…”
“I know.” Another kiss. “Do as I said before.”
“Okay.”
Once my weight wasn’t on him, he was quick to get rid of the hoodie, revealing the mesh…bralette…thing he had beneath it, and the pink panties with some of that mesh fabric on the top. My gaze locked in on the also pink cage that shrank his cock and was tied to a thick ring around his balls.
“Fuck.” A soft growl left my throat, unbidden. Ever blushed harder. “It really turns you on? To feel my hard on when yours is trapped like that?”
The words just came out. I blamed all the poor quality porn I’d watched, and the fact that it was Ever.
That blame didn’t translate into anything negative when it elicited that sound from Ever’s lips. A sort of whimper I’d never heard coming from him before.
“Yes, please,” he breathed out.
“Please?” I teased. I helped him get in position, though. My phone was turned off on the other end of the bed, but his was right there. “Is your passcode the same?”
“You remember?”
Did I remember the raccoon he had secretly adopted and had kept around for six whole years with no one being the wiser?
Yeah, I remembered. After switching from Face ID to passcode, I tapped on the right numbers and saw the screen unlock before me.
He kept the app for the camera at the bottom of the screen, so I just tapped there and slid toward video.
“Are you ready?”
Ever glanced back toward me, his gaze stuck on the phone I was angling to keep his face off it.
“Yeah.”
“Good.”
I gave myself a couple of strokes as I hit the red button.
Getting the lube one-handed like this was messier than I’d anticipated, but all that expanse of skin before me meant my erection didn’t flag.
Ever would always hold the title of most beautiful person I’d ever had the honor to be around, and it wasn’t changing any time soon.
“Spread your legs for me a bit,” I whispered.
I didn’t know if he wanted to send audio or not. It wasn’t like my voice would be recognizable, or like I even cared if this Dom could somehow tell, but it felt wrong to speak louder. As if it would break a spell we were both under.
Ever complied easily, and I spread the lube all over his inner thighs. Maybe I took some extra time to graze his constricted balls with my fingers, to have him shiver beneath me when I toyed with them. They looked ready to burst, and yet I knew he wasn’t going to.
“Squeeze them close now.”
My cock was the thick and long thing that was featured in every video.
That everyone dreamed about. I’d never felt any particular way about it, not even when size was the talk of every locker room conversation I’d been part of.
I liked that it saved me from some of the cruelest comments, but that had been about it.
Now, I really liked the way the length meant I could run it through the width of his thighs.
That our height difference meant I could angle it toward his perineum, the most sensitive skin there.
That I could oh so casually thrust against his blue balls while chasing my own orgasm.
While knowing that there wouldn’t be one for him, that all his soft whimpers and moans were meant to be heard and nothing else.
It was primitive in a way I didn’t remember ever feeling. Overpowering enough, I almost forgot a couple of times about the phone in my hand, the one angled to show my cock slipping in and out of his lubed up thighs and his lower back.
It wasn’t going to get me any awards as a movie director, but I didn’t care. I only cared about letting go, about the release that would mean things were back to normal.
My hips stuttered as I drew closer, grunts intertwined as I pushed myself to keep the rhythm, to last longer, to hear more of Ever’s sounds. To see more of the flush taking over his skin.
In the end, I wasn’t good at making it last, at holding back. I grunted, slumping forward and crashing his body once more as I felt my cock jerking strings of cum all over the sheets.
Ever whimpered.
I managed to stop the video recording. He’d have to check that I hadn’t accidentally shown his face when I fell on him.
“You’re perfect,” I rumbled.
“I’m so turned on,” he complained.
I snorted. “You know I’d return the favor.”
“I know.” Ever hummed. His hair tickled my cheek. “Fuck me later, and we’ll be good.”
“Deal.”
Who the fuck would say no to that? To having their world set to rights once and for all?
“You can…” Ever licked his lips. His eyelids drooped. “When you fuck me, you don’t have to use a condom, I mean. If you don’t want to. I test often, and all I’ve done is online play for the last…four or five months, I think.”
Fuck.
I’d just come, but I pressed a hand against my cock regardless.
“I’m all negative, too. Got tested before I was discharged.”
The reason why I went to a private clinic instead of the one on base was not something I’d let into my mind right now. I was riding the high that came from Ever’s body, and the promise of sinking into him in ways I’d never had before, when we were only fumbling around and not knowing any better.