16. SIMON
SIMON
I kiss Carlos with every ounce of hate and lust I have, hating myself for it, all while pulling him closer as every inch of me screams ‘don’t’.
But it's too late, I’m too far gone into the moment.
We break apart, breathless and I let my forehead rest against Carlos’ lips that are as swollen as my own, our hearts both racing.
“This is a mistake,” I say weakly, like it’ll stop me.
“Then let's keep making it. Bedroom. Now,” he orders and I follow. Both walking at pace to his bedroom. I don’t even look around and take in my surroundings before he throws me onto the bed like I weigh nothing.
We tear at each other’s clothes, removing them in an uncoordinated mess until we are naked on top of the covers.
The fabric feels cold against my overheated skin.
Carlos is a fucking vision naked, his tanned skin is so smooth, like a jar of honey I want to lick up.
Even naked he looks elegant, a toned swimmer’s build with sexy ab definition.
His necklaces shine in the street lights that light up the room.
A beautiful thick cock with trimmed hair, he lays on top of me and my hands trace down his strong back until they reach his firm ass.
I grab onto each cheek, squeezing as he rolls his hips into mine.
Our hard cocks rub together, burning with the need for friction, like two beacons of heat that need to touch.
Needing to fuck. Needing to get off. His hips thrust faster and rougher, my legs open to allow him more space.
I’m a mess. This is all I want, it’s all I think about.
Him on top of me, taking me how he wants, demanding and lethal with hunger.
We stop for a moment and I groan in frustration.
Carlos looks at me with an intensity that's terrifying and consuming. His brown eyes are dilated and his breathing ragged, he actually looks annoyed. Before I can say anything he jumps off the bed and grabs one of the discarded belts off the floor, I’m not sure if it's his or mine. When he returns to the bed, he straddles my chest with his legs encasing me either side. His cock bounces close to my mouth and I instinctively swipe my tongue over the tip. I’m so focused on his cock, that it takes a second to realize he is tying my hands together with the belt.
“What the hell are you doing?” I say, trying to wiggle my hands free which is hard to do when his entire body is pushing my chest into the bed.
“I heard that you went on a date,” he says, and I still. What date?
“A date? I haven’t been on a date in my entire life, Carlos. And even if I did, what business would it be of yours?”
He stretches my tied hands above me and attaches it to the wooden bed post, locking me in place.
“Don’t lie, Simon. What did I say would happen if you went out with another person?”
“I don’t know what the hell your crazy ass is talking about, Carlos. But you need to let me go,” I say as I try to use my legs to force him off my body. It does nothing.
“So was Ivan lying?”
“Ivan? What…oh. That wasn’t a date, you idiot, that was me entrapping a girl as part of blackmail for the brothers. That Tim guy’s daughter. The guy you helped get rid of.”
“Huh, he made it out that you were dating. His words were ‘you have a revolving door of women’?”
“Are you high, Carlos? He was fucking with you. If you hid the fact that you want my dick better from him, he wouldn’t have noticed.”
“It still stands, you were with someone else. Did you kiss her?”
I roll my eyes as my arms start to ache.
“Jealous?”
“I don’t like the idea of someone touching what's mine.”
“Oh my god, I’m not yours!”
“Are you hers?”
“Yes, I’m hers. I kissed and fucked her on camera for everyone to see before sending it to her dad,” I say sarcastically, but Carlos does not appreciate this as he moves his hand to my nipple and twists. Hard.
“Ahhh! You’ve lost your mind,” I say as he twists my nipple again, and not that I would ever tell him, but it feels good. I’ve never had my nipples touched like this before.
“I lost it a long time ago. You don’t know who you’re messing with. I always get my way, Simon.”
“You’re looking at the wrong guy if you think you can control me,” I say with a confidence I don't feel with the current situation I’m in.
“Is that so?” he says as he moves off me and stands next to the bed. He slowly peruses my naked body while stroking his cock with his large hand, and the anticipation is overwhelming, When our eyes meet it’s fire and gasoline.
He opens the bedside table and removes a bottle of lube and a small black leather box, similar to a box you would keep cufflinks in. He moves back over to me and opens the box, removing two silver pieces that look like clips?
“What is that?” I ask, breathless as I think I know what they are.
“Nipple clamps. I have a feeling you’ll enjoy this.”
“Carlos, I’m not sure,” I start to say as he clips on the first clamp and I have to bite down on my lip.
Holy shit does that hurt but in a way that is sending tiny electric shocks all the way down to the tips of my toes.
I start panting, close my eyes and try to focus on something else as this is too much.
As I try to recalibrate my brain, he attaches the other clamp and I can’t stop the moan that leaves me.
Low and growly, my toes crunch up as I try to control my building orgasm.
I’ve always enjoyed my nipples being paid attention to, but this is an experience that I want again.
I already know I’ll most likely pass out from this orgasm before he’s even touched me.
“Look how pretty those little peaks are…I knew you’d love it. My little lion laid out on my bed, wearing his pretty jewelry ready to please me.”
“Fuck…you,” I pant.
I keep my eyes closed as Carlos moves onto the bed, hovering over me.
First he leans into my ears and sucks on the lobes, alternating between licks and nibbles on each side.
I swear my nipples are connected to every other part of my body as the more he touches me, the more they throb, sending signals to my dick that we want the party to set off, we want the fireworks.
He slowly moves down my neck with his tongue, kissing the column of my throat the same way he uses my mouth. I writhe, tugging at the belt around my hands. I want to touch him.
“Untie me, please,” I beg, struggling to hold onto my sanity.
“Soon,” he mutters before moving down to my nipples and licking around the clamps where all my senses now connect.
“Oh fuck,” I pant rapidly, dizziness taking over my head. I need to cum so bad.
Putting my body through further torment, he kisses my skin hard, possessively as he makes his way down to my dick. He doesn’t lick it, kiss it or even tease it. He does what Carlos does best, he takes what he wants and he swallows my dick whole.
“Holy motherfucking god, this is…oh shit,” I wail as the lower part or my body bows off the bed, pushing me further down his throat.
His moans vibrate around my shaft and I start to quiver.
Up and down, slow and steady. My dick is dripping wet with how he tastes it with such eagerness.
Pressure builds, that explosive sensation in my balls starts to build and build. I can’t hold it back.
“Carlos, I’m gonna cum,” I panic.
“Not yet, I’m not finished yet,” he says, letting my cock fall out of that talented mouth.
I’m a limp noodle. My dick is so stimulated it still feels like he has his mouth around me.
I have no other thoughts in my mind other than getting off.
My mind is floating, barely comprehending him removing the leather belt from my wrists as they flop at my side.
There is no waiting as he goes into his next move.
“On your stomach,” he orders, and I don’t argue. I wince as the nipple clamps rub on the sheets, pinching them more with every move that snags the clips. Large hands grab my ass and cold air hits my hole when I feel him part my cheeks. Fuck, this will be the end.
With as much passion as he has shown the rest of me, Carlos eats my ass like it's his last meal on death row. Sucking, licking and nibbling. It feels so fucking good. Slowly, his tongue starts to push inside past the muscle, and the feeling of euphoria takes over. The pain on my nipples mixed with the sensual pleasure of my ass has me acting like a feral whore. I can’t stop whining and moaning, begging for more.
Pushing my ass further into his face, wanting him to own every part. Like he said he would. Bastard.
I smother my face into the bed, biting on the sheets, surrendered to whatever Carlos does to me. When I think he can’t get his tongue any deeper inside of me, he proves me wrong. It’s so thick and greedy, but I want more.
“Carlos, I need more,” I pant. But he just continues worshipping my hole like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. He’s owning my ass. Placing his stamp firmly in place that nobody else will ever give me what he can.
Seconds later I can feel my hole gape after the tongue fucking of the century has left me open.
A sharp slap hits my right ass cheek, resulting in a wave of sensations.
My cock rubbing against the sheets, my nipples raw from the pinch that's becoming more intense, the burn on my ass from the hard slap, and to put the cherry on the cake, the sensation of Carlos’ dick as he teases my hole before pushing into my most intimate part.
For a brief second, it registers that he is the only one who knows my secret, aside from the rare stranger hook ups, but I’m surprisingly calm with that.
“Fuuuccckk,” he groans as he seats himself firmly inside me. His hand grabs the back of my head, pulling at my hair as he goes to town on ownership of my body. No gentleness, no build up, just intensity of need to get ourselves off.
With each thrust, my cock leaks and the orgasm I’ve been holding off rapidly builds.
The friction is too much, I swear with the brutality of his hips, my nipples will most likely fall off with the clamps.
My skin is raw, my mind blank, and my body reaching highs I never knew it could.
My hands grip the bedsheets on either side of me, grounding me so I don’t pass out from the extreme force of pleasure that's about to explode from my dick.
“Carlos…Carlooosss I’m cumming, oh shit,” I yell as I tighten my fists with the sheets even more until I have no feeling in my hands.
Wetness drenches the bed under my dick as a neverending fountain forcefully leaves my body.
I start to spasm, babbling god knows what as I try to come back down to earth.
“Fuck yeah, oh fuck,” he groans and I feel the swell of his dick in my ass as he fills me with his load.
Overstimulated is the only word I can use to describe what just happened.
I don’t know where to focus first. All I do know is that while Carlos pulls himself out of my body I don’t have the energy to move.
“You alive?” he chuckles and I can only grunt in response as I lay face down on his bed, on the verge of passing out.
“Come on, little lion. I’ll help you,” he says, and I’m not sure how long it takes, or what he does, but as I drift in and out of sleep, I’m vaguely aware of being on a dry bed, no nipple clamps and large arms engulfing my body as I start to fall asleep.
“I told you I own you. Now sleep. You’re going nowhere,” he whispers into the back of my head. If I could, I’d punch him, but that would require the strength to lift my arm. Instead, I choose to sleep.
The room is dim, lit only by the fractured glow of a streetlamp pressing through the blinds.
The shadows turn everything sharp, except for the warmth of Carlos’ arms around me.
The bed creaks softly when I shift, my back pressed to Carlos’ chest, the unfamiliar safety of being held gnawing at me as much as it soothes me.
But unlike last night while I was in another world after the most intense fuck I’ve ever had, I’ve woken up with a clear head and the reality of what happened spinning around in my head.
For a long time, I say nothing. My jaw is tight, body rigid, like I’m waiting for the moment to end. Or for someone to barge in here and tear me away. But Carlos doesn’t move, he just breathes slow and steady against my neck, a quiet rhythm that leaves no space for excuses. Just honesty.
Finally, the words scrape out of me, low and rugged as if dragged from a place I had buried deep. My defense walls suddenly lowered in my vulnerable state. As it has become the norm, I just blurt out what I feel in the moment. And hope it doesn’t destroy me.
“I don’t…I don’t know how to do this. Letting someone see me like this.”
Carlos tightens his hold on me, not with force but with a certainty, like he is trying to stop me from slipping away.
“I’ve spent years convincing myself I could hide it. That if i just played the part, kept my head down, no one would look close enough to see. No one would know,” I say, and my voice falters. I fucking hate this.
“Because if they did, they’d burn it out of me. Tear it out of me and punish me, just like he did.”
“Who?” Carlos asks in a gentle whisper.
“My foster dad. He caught me with another boy when I was young. His name was Leo and we both paid the price.”
“He hurt you?”
“He did more than that, and I’m still stuck, eleven years later. Bound by his threats. I should’ve killed him. I was a weak child.”
“Simon, you are far from weak.”
Carlos squeezes me tighter as the silence swells again. My breath shakes as I exhale, my own gilded cage cracking wider with each word. This vulnerability feels like standing at the edge of a cliff, blindfolded, waiting for the drop.
Carlos presses his forehead to the back of my shoulder, his voice a low promise in the dark.
“I could find him. I wouldn’t mind dedicating some time to show him the errors of his ways. I’ll kill him for you. You can watch if you like.”
“As fun as that sounds, I’m not sure killing him would be enough. I can’t even be open and honest to those closest to me. It feels like that part of my life will always be in hiding.”
“You don’t have to hide from me.”
The words are almost unbearable in their gentleness. I squeeze my eyes tightly shut, fighting the instinct to pull away and run.
“You’re not going anywhere, little lion, so stop thinking about it and sleep.”
For the first time, I do as I’m told and I don’t move.
Instead…I stay.