Chapter Twenty-Eight #3
“Baby, I’m gonna co—” he yelled, then spilled into Lulu’s mouth.
His release was never-ending, a mix of immense pleasure and blinding pain.
His entire body shook, like he’d been possessed by some spirit or otherworldly force.
Perhaps he had. Perhaps Lulu had put a spell on him.
It didn’t matter. Coming into Lulu’s hot mouth was fucking everything.
His hole clenched around the dildo while his fingers pulled at Lulu’s hair.
Then slowly, carefully, Lulu eased the dildo out of his ass.
Xavi’s hole pulsed as a pleasant tenderness spread through his body.
He hardly registered what happened next, but suddenly Lulu’s flushed face appeared in front of his, his almond eyes swimming with need.
Smiling crookedly, Lulu held up the dildo between them.
Moving it in front of his lips, Lulu opened his mouth, and creamy, white cum—Xavi’s cum—spilled from his lips as it slowly coated the dildo like a sugar glaze until it was completely covered.
“Fuck, baby, that’s…” Xavi panted.
“The nastiest, sexiest fucking thing ever?”
“Uh-huh.” It was. It was dirty and deliciously hot all at once. His own cum coated the dildo Lulu had just used to fuck Xavi’s ass.
“Wanna taste it? Wanna taste yourself?”
Xavi nodded. He wanted it so badly. He had to. Sticking out his tongue, he dipped it carefully into the cum.
“Shit, oso, that’s it.” Lulu’s voice came out strained, like he too was barely hanging on. “Get your reward, but leave some for me.”
Xavi’s own taste exploded on his tongue, then he swallowed, closing his eyes.
He’d tasted himself before, of course he had, but it had never been like this, Lulu offering it to him like a treat.
A reward. Lulu shifted on top of him, and Xavi opened his eyes again to find Lulu staring at him, a silent question burning in his eyes.
“What?”
“When you fucked me the other day, it was your first time, right?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“Because I really wanna fuck myself with your yummy cum, amor, but I know we haven’t been tested yet, and I don’t want you to think that I don’t care about stuff like that, because I really do and I’ve always been careful and I’ve always used protection and I’m on PrEP and I’d nev—”
“Do it! Fucking do it, baby!” The words shot from Xavi’s lips like bullets.
He wanted it more than anything, to watch Lulu fuck himself with his dildo, fucking Xavi’s cum into him, as he came undone just like Xavi had mere minutes ago.
“I’m tested at school every six months, and like you said…
” Xavi’s chest squeezed around his heart.
“You’re the only one. Always have been. Always will be. ”
Lulu nodded, his gaze downcast, as a deep pink blossomed across his cheeks, spilling down his chin and neck. “I just didn’t want you to think… You know that…”
“Look at me. Look at me, Lulu.”
Lulu slowly lifted his face and stared at him, vulnerability dancing in his eyes.
“I don’t think anything, baby.” He reached for Lulu’s other hand and twined their fingers together, then pulled them toward his heart. “I only feel when I’m with you. You taught me that, baby. To get out of my head and just feel. You are beautiful, Lulu. So, so beautiful. I love you. Always. Okay?”
Lulu blinked at him, then nodded. “Okay, oso. Te amo también.”
“Now fuck yourself, baby. I wanna see my cum drip out of that juicy ass of yours.”
Lifting to his knees, Lulu hovered above Xavi, steadying himself against Xavi’s chest, as he slowly eased the dildo inside himself.
“Aaahhh,” he hissed as he threw his head back, baring his golden chest to Xavi.
“Shit, that’s so good.” His nipples stood out from his pecks, pointed and slightly darker than Lulu’s olive skin.
Leaning up, Xavi circled the pointed nub with his tongue, laving at it, before sucking it into his mouth.
“Mmmmhhhh,” Lulu hummed as he rode the dildo, his cock brushing against Xavi’s stomach, leaking.
“Fuck, oso. Your bear cum feels so good inside me. It’s so hot and creamy. ”
Xavi sucked harder on Lulu’s nipple, as Lulu’s filthy words moved through him, pride rising in their wake.
Xavi was proud. Proud to be a man loving another man.
Proud to be a survivor. Proud that he’d finally been brave enough to accept Lulu’s love, without fear or hesitation, but with an open heart.
There was another feeling underneath the pride, too.
It was indecipherable at first. Lulu’s noises were so fucking distracting as he continued to ride Xavi’s dildo just like he’d ridden Xavi’s cock the other night.
Xavi’s chest burned as his cock hardened again, new arousal building on top of the remnants of his orgasm.
It built and built and built with such force until there was nothing left but blinding need and the urge to fuck Lulu.
Fuck him and claim him. Again, and again, and again, until the outline of Xavi’s cock was carved into Lulu, like a key that fit perfectly into a lock.
Pushing away from Lulu’s chest, a growl tore from Xavi’s throat. Grabbing Lulu around the waist, he flipped him around. Lulu stared up at him wide-eyed, his cheeks a crimson red by now, his hair wet and sticky.
“Don’t move.”
“O-kay,” Lulu’s voice shook.
Like a man on a mission, Xavi catapulted off the bed and nearly tripped on his own pants discarded on the floor.
Lulu’s laughter spread around him, then followed him into the bathroom, where he raided Lulu’s toiletry bag until he found the condoms. Ripping one off, he all but ran back to the bed, his hardness slapping against his stomach.
“What’s going on?” Lulu slurred, still fucking himself with the dildo.
Reaching the bed, Xavi grabbed Lulu’s ankle, then pulled him roughly toward the edge of the bed.
With a squeal, Lulu’s other hand flew to the sheets as he seemed to hang on for dear life.
“It appears I’m fucking jealous of my own dildo, that’s what’s fucking happening!
” Xavi gritted as he let go of Lulu to roll on the condom.
“Oh.”
“Yeah, I know.” Xavi shrugged. “Turns out I’m a possessive motherfucker.”
“Of course you are,” Lulu giggled, spreading his thighs, still sliding the dildo in and out of his creamy hole. The skin surrounding the dildo was pink and puffy, and the sight of it sent more blood shooting to Xavi’s balls. “Good thing it’s just another thing I love about you, oso.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
“Then get that fucking imposter cock out of your ass and fuck yourself on mine, baby.”
A spark danced in Lulu’s eyes—an inner fire, trouble. Licking his lips, he lifted his brows, then smiled wickedly. “Only if you ask nicely. Only if you say, ‘Please, pretty please, Lulu Cisnero, the love of my life, can I pretty please fuck that snug hole of yours?’”
“The fuck I’m gonna say that!”
“Then I guess it’s just gonna be me and imposter cock here having a good time.” Lulu smirked, then deliberately fucked himself faster.
“The hell it is!” Xavi was nearing the end of his patience.
He needed inside Lulu’s tight ass desperately before he blew all over himself.
The only thing he could do was to fuck Lulu so hard and good that he blacked out and thought he’d dreamed the next part.
Sucking in a breath, Xavi closed his eyes, then hissed, “Please, pretty fucking please, Lulu Cisnero, love of my life, goddamn bane of my existence, can I pretty please fuck that bratty hole of yours?”
“Of course. Thought you’d never ask.”
“Fuck you.” Xavi opened his eyes only to find Lulu blowing air kisses at him.
“I’m gonna remember those words forever and ever, oso. Might even get a tattoo to match.”
“Of course you will. Now, get that thing out of your ass.” He nodded at the dildo.
“Sí, papi.”
“Not another fucking word out of you. On your stomach, baby. Face down, ass in the air.”
Lulu nodded eagerly, then pulled the dildo from his hole, throwing it over his shoulder where it ended up hitting the night lamp that wobbled ominously before it decided not to tip over and land on the floor.
“Oopsie,” Lulu snorted, then quickly turned around and buried his face in the sheets as he presented his ass to Xavi, wiggling it from side to side.
Before Xavi realized what he was doing, he raised his hand in the air and first slammed it against Lulu’s right ass cheek, then the left. Lulu screamed into the bed, then chased Xavi’s hand as pink watercolor spread across his taupe skin, like wild roses in bloom.
“More?”
Lulu nodded, his face still buried in the sheets.
Alternating blows, Xavi gave each of Lulu’s ass cheeks a handful of slaps until the skin was a bright crimson.
Lulu continued to scream while his cock leaked onto the bed.
Grabbing Lulu’s ass cheeks, Xavi held them apart, wide open, until Lulu’s pink hole stared back at him, glistening and puffy and oh so fucking inviting.
And mine, that possessive voice was back. All fucking mine.
Spitting directly on Lulu’s hole, he rubbed the saliva around the slightly swollen rim, then pushed his thumb into the tightness.
Lulu squirmed around him, his hole pulsing with want.
Pulling at the rim with his thumb, almost using it as a hook, he tucked Lulu closer against him, then pulled the thumb from his gaping hole.
Grabbing the base of his cock, Xavi slapped the head against Lulu’s brightly burning ass cheeks, and Lulu kicked his legs.
Xavi couldn’t help laughing. Lulu was fucking adorable.
“Ughhh!” Lulu gritted into the sheets.
“What was that, baby?” Xavi laughed, the sound building deep in his chest. Lulu turned his head, his face burning like his ass.
“Quit fucking playing around and get your fucking cock inside me, oso! I’m fucking dying here, dammit!
” Xavi laughed even harder, the sound of his own voice so loud in his ears.
Grabbing Lulu’s hips, he dug his fingers into the soft skin, then aligned himself against Lulu’s hole.
Sucking in a breath, he slid inside Lulu in one long movement, coming home as heat and tightness surrounded him.
Home. He was home. Lulu was home. Where Xavi belonged.
Fucking Lulu in slow, deliberate strokes at first, Xavi closed his eyes until need took over and he lost control of his body and just let go and surrendered.
To pleasure, to life, to love. To everything.
Until there was nothing but Lulu; his noises, the feel of him all around Xavi, as they moved together, effortlessly, with such unity that it blew Xavi’s mind.
To be this close to another person was everything he’d ever wanted.
To be naked and vulnerable and to be caught when he fell. That was all he’d ever wanted.
“Lulu,” he cried out as he came, spilling inside his lover. “Lulu, Lulu, Lulu. My Lulu.” Collapsing on top of Lulu’s sweat-coated body, Xavi’s lungs chased their next breath. Lulu murmured something underneath him, and Xavi eased off him slightly.
“Huh?”
“I said, the real deal is so much better than imposter cock.” Lulu sounded wrecked, utterly debauched. “That was one for the books, oso. Fucking epic fuckery.”
“It wasn’t too much?” Xavi spoke against Lulu’s neck. “You know with the…” He brushed his fingers along Lulu’s tender skin, where it was hot against the tips of his fingers.
“No, it was just enough. You fucked me just right, amor. Just like I always knew you would.” Warmth flooded Xavi’s chest. Pride. “But good thing we ain’t going back home until the day after tomorrow because I might have trouble sitting down for too long at a time.”
“Awww, poor baby,” Xavi cooed, then scooted down Lulu’s body. “Want me to kiss it and make it better, baby?”
“Yes.” Lulu squirmed, then wiggled his ass seductively. “Yes, please, oso. Kiss my ass and make it better.”
“You’ve got it, baby. You’ve got it.”