11. CARLOS
CARLOS
A fter a long needed shower and food, I can finally relax and slump into my large sofa, glass of whiskey in hand as I watch the rain get lighter outside. Listening to the patter of rain like my favorite song on replay. Soothing to the soul.
My phone breaks the moment of peace and solace, but I’m never off work, so I have to accept the call. Lucas.
“If you’ve let the fucker escape...” I start to complain, but Lucas interrupts me.
“Give me some credit. You have a visitor.”
“This late? Who?”
He hesitates before leaving me dumbfounded with the answer that nearly has me dropping my glass.
“It's Simon, the guard.”
Well, well, well. This should be interesting.
“Let him up.”
“Okay. If you’re sure. He seems on edge.”
“Just let me see the asshole,” Simon moans in the background.
“We’ll be fine. He’s harmless.”
I end the call and walk over to my door in anticipation of what will arrive.
A punch? A kiss? Maybe that last one is wishful thinking.
Maybe he just misses me. I open the door and hear the stomping steps before I see the hot dream of a man walk my way.
Simon is angry, his usual demeanor, but determined.
His hair is wet from the rain outside and he looks like a sinful fucking dream and nightmare rolled into one.
“Little lion, to what do I owe the pleasure?” I say as he forcefully pushes me back into the apartment, using his foot to slam the door behind him.
Without any words he grabs my face and forces his lips on mine, pushing my back against the kitchen island.
My world is spinning, not only from the shock as this was the last thing I expected tonight, but from the violence of this kiss as he bites and destroys my mouth.
Tongues and teeth, hard hands pulling at my neat hair.
Does he think he is in control? Not on my watch.
I grab his throat and pull away to catch my breath, and spin us so he is the one against the worktop.
“Care to explain why you’re here?”
He looks at me with those beautiful chocolate eyes, perfectly sculpted black eyebrows, his wet fringe dangling over his brow, making him look like a model.
His wet clothes cling to his skin. He’s perfection.
But his eyes look sad, thoughtful even. I don’t think even he could control coming over here tonight.
Something dark and sad lies deep within Simon and I want to know what it is that stops him from being out in the open, because it doesn’t make any sense.
After a lingering look, he licks his bottom lip before answering me.
“I need it. Can’t control the itch. You’ve fucked with my head and you need to make it right.”
“I haven’t done anything. It's you that's making this more difficult than it needs to be.”
“Carlos. For once just shut the fuck up and fuck me before I hurt you.”
“Always bitching.”
“And I’m beginning to think you’re all talk.”
I grab his hair, yanking at the strands until his head is pulled back, neck exposed as I take a long suck on the skin until he screams out, trying to push me away, but I suck harder.
“Fuck,” he shouts as I pull back and go in for a kiss. Tongues battle in an aggressive dance, moans fill my kitchen space, and hands fly all over each other's bodies, not knowing where to start first.
I grab his belt and undo it along with the zipper on his pants as we continue to devour each other.
Nothing matters more than getting what I need from him.
What I’ve craved since we first met. He hates me and I want to claim him.
Pulling down his pants quickly until they fall to the floor around his ankles, locked in place because of his shoes, I spin him around and force him to bend over my worktop.
His ass, holy shit, it’s what dreams are made of.
Tight and plump, smooth and ripe. I can’t resist as I slap his left ass cheek hard.
He lurches forward with a shout as his arms fly out, trying to grab onto something.
His shirt is bundled up his back, showing how far that beautiful skin goes.
I want a night where I can focus on every single part of him.
But not tonight. This is something we need, like the next hit of drugs, chasing that next high.
“I wanna fuck you raw, little lion. I’m good for it, you can trust me, are you?”
“Yes. Just do it before I cut your dick off and use it as a dildo,” he snarks, and I laugh. Looking over my counter tops, I see the bottle of olive oil and decide that will do nicely.
Removing my own belt and undoing my pants, I grab the oil and bring it back over to where Simon is splayed out, waiting for me. The time has finally come.
My dick springs free as I pull down my underwear, and I rub the oil in a generous amount over my dick.
Then I lean forward, because I can’t help but tease, and rub my dick up and down the crease of his ass.
Fuck, the friction is amazing, my cock feels like it’s on fire against his warm skin.
He groans beneath me and wiggles his ass, trying to direct me to where he wants me to be.
“Carlos, I’m losing patience,” he complains. I stop my movement and kneel down at his feet, removing his shoes so I can get rid of his pants. I want to be able to use him fully. He doesn't fight it, in fact he tries to help remove his shoes and pants as fast as possible.
Once he is ready, I lube up my fingers with more oil and rub them over that tight little rosette that's nestled beautifully between his juicy mounds. A long, torturous groan leaves him and I find myself joining in with the noise when I get to feel that hot channel clench around my finger as I slide it inside of him. He’s so warm and tight inside.
Prepping him is killing me as I want my cock inside of him.
Moving my finger in and out, I introduce a second finger and make a beckoning motion, searching for that prostate that will hopefully take him to orgasm heaven.
I quickly find the nub, and treat it to a massage.
Simon slams his forehead against the worktop, mumbling words I can’t understand, whining like a kitten.
It gets me even harder. The perfect symphony to accompany what will be an epic fucking.
“That’s enough, Carlos. Do it before I cum,” he pants, and I’m not going to question him. I aim the tip of my cock against the pretty pink rim, and slide in. There is no resistance, just ease, as his ass swallows me up.
We both groan loudly and he clenches, holding on to my dick so tight I’m not sure I can move.
“Fuck yeah,” I whisper, before setting a mild rhythm that quickly turns frantic.
“I knew your ass would be good,” I say, the sounds of slapping flesh filling the air. So damn hot.
“Harder, dickface,” he begs beneath me and I pull out and flip him over. He’s helpless and disoriented as I lift him onto the counter and pull his ass to the edge, placing his legs over my shoulders. I want him to see who’s fucking him good.
I guide my dick back inside of him and his head falls back against the marble surface as his hands grip onto the edge of the counter. I grab him around the throat and squeeze hard.
“Look at me when I’m fucking you,” I groan as the orgasm starts to build within me.
“You call this fucking? Don’t you have the stamina, Carlos?
” he says, and I slap him around the face.
The move is swift and harsh, leaving a red mark on his face.
He bites his lip and moans again. He enjoys the fight, because in the next breath, he slaps me back just as hard and tightens his ass around my cock, which is a sensation I can’t describe.
Pain and pleasure are like bread and butter to me. They just go together.
I pound into him at an almost violent rate.
My brow is starting to become wet with sweat, Simon is glistening under the soft lighting, struggling for air as I destroy him piece by piece.
His long cock bounces against his firm, toned stomach and I wish I was flexible enough to suck him off while fucking him.
I turn my face into his left leg that's resting over my shoulder and I suck on the smooth skin before biting down hard.
“Ow! You mother fucker!” he shouts before moving his hand to grab my balls, and he tugs on them so hard, I go dizzy. That fucking hurt, but it does nothing to keep my orgasm at bay, it moves it along.
“Gonna cum,” I say as I grab his dick with my hand, and with rough, hard strokes, I rub him until he screams out his orgasm, triggering my own as we cum together.
My legs tremble at the intensity and Simon shakes beneath me as squirt after squirt leaves him utterly spent.
As the moment starts to stabilize, my body feels too weak to be holding him up, so I remove his legs from my shoulders and slump to the ground, where he joins me.
Both of us sit there, with our bare asses on my cold kitchen floor. Cum everywhere. Perfect.
After a few minutes of silence, Simon scrambles to clean himself up with a kitchen towel, and hastily dresses while I sit back and watch him. I knew this would happen. I expected it.
“Is this the plan? Fuck and run?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“Will this be our little regular thing?” I ask, and he just shrugs like he isn’t bothered by this. Liar. I know how you work, Simon. Antagonizing him is the only way to get a reaction out of him. To get the truth.
“Just to be clear, I’m guessing from your reaction just now, that I’m your secret, which means I can fuck who I like.
This is nothing exclusive, right?” I ask, intentionally pushing him.
I don’t want anyone else now I’ve had him, but he doesn’t need to know that.
But he needs to be honest with himself. And if I have to break him so he can be free, I’ll do it.
He’s mine. And he better keep his hands away from anyone else.
“Do what the fuck you like, Carlos,” he says with a sigh as he dresses quickly, desperate to leave.
“Remember you said that, but I don’t feel the same. I catch you with anyone else, blood will flow.”
After he finishes dressing, he looks at me, raising eyebrows in disbelief.
“You really are delusional. You fuck who you want but I can’t?”
“That’s not what I said. You said I should do what I want and it's obvious you don’t really like me.
If you made the demand, I’d keep it exclusive, but I know you can’t do that.
But I do like you, so I’m warning you now, on your side, you better remain exclusive to me, little lion. You won’t like the consequences.”
He strides over to me, face pushed right into mine. Hatred written all over his features, you can see steam billowing out of his ears with disdain for me. But it's fake.
“Bring it the fuck on, asshole.”
I lunge at him and kiss him hard, sucking on his tongue so his taste will linger in my mouth for the rest of the night.
Of course he allows it. Both of us are already ready for another round of passion.
But I stop the kiss. He needs a firm hand to help him through whatever this denial is he is going through, and I’ll force him into it.
“Now get out before the family asks questions. Or will you lie and say you were with a woman tonight?”
I get the reaction I thought. Silence and anger as he turns and leaves without a word, slamming the door so hard behind him that my pictures on the wall shake from the vibration.
What is the saying? You sometimes have to be cruel to be kind.