39. Santiago #2
His words sank deep into my core, boosting me to go harder, and I flicked the tip of my tongue over his peaked nipple. My eyes just about rolled to the back of my head as I sank my teeth into his flesh when he slapped my back.
“D-don’t—” His breath hitched. “—b-bite.”
Fuck him.
I only sank my teeth deeper, making sure to leave a fucking mark. He moaned, the sound like music to my ears, as I kissed along his body, all the way up to his neck, where I began sucking on his skin.
“I-I’ll kill you,” he hissed, his words turning into a long moan.
“Be my guest.” I licked the mark I’d left on his neck when he swore at me under his breath. Taking his hard cock in my fist, I began pumping it to match my thrusts. His whole body shuddered, and he clenched down on me, his face buried in the crook of my neck while his nails scratched my back.
Using his precum for the friction, I collected it in my palm before smoothing my fist along his hard length.
He groaned in response, and I moved faster.
My hips had long lost their rhythm, and by now, I wasn’t sure what I was doing.
Like a dog in heat, I pushed inside him, burying my dick another inch with each pump while simultaneously stroking his cock.
He throbbed in my fist, and I kept him in my tight grip while fapping him, going slower around the tip until his whole body quivered.
“What are you…?” he asked, eyes unfocused after I stopped and pulled out.
But instead of answering him, I forced him to turn around and lean over the table. He moved on his own, sticking his ass out before reaching to grab my cock and aligning it with his wrecked hole.
Fuck yes.
“Shit,” he hissed, his back arching after I shoved inside him. “You’re too damn big.”
Placing my hands on top of his, I hovered above him, his body basically disappearing underneath mine as I continued to fuck him. The whole table rattled with each of my thrusts, shit falling off it. So lost in the act, Ariyan didn’t say a word and instead continued to push against my thrusts.
Slowing down, I rolled my hips before pulling almost all the way out, with just the crown of my cock left buried in his hole, only to slam all the way in and bottom out inside him.
He moaned, his voice coming undone when I squeezed his cock, milking it to the max while fucking him in a merciless rhythm.
Once again, I buried myself balls-deep inside him, only this time, he burst in my fist, his hot cum spilling in between my fingers while I continued to fuck him through his release.
About to bust a nut myself, I bit my lip, my hips losing their rhythm and my muscles tensing.
I managed to thrust inside him one last time before I exploded and came hard in the condom.
I dropped my head down, forehead pressed to his nape as I continued to come until there was nothing left, and I just about collapsed.
My mind was nothing but a blur, but one thing I knew: there was no going back now, not after having tasted him for real.
And with my cock still inside him, I kissed his skin and breathed him in.
But just like with any other dream, I soon woke up when he pushed me off of him.
Not expecting any less from him, I gave him room to pass and watched as he grabbed his pants from the floor.
Fucking shit, I wanna repeat.
He began fixing himself back together, so I did the same, starting by rolling the used condom off my spent dick.
“Where can I toss it?”
“In the bin by the desk,” he said, his back to me.
Nodding to myself, I tied the condom and threw it away. I then grabbed a tissue he had on his desk and used it to clean up before tucking myself back into my jeans. The whole time, he kept his back to me, and already predicting his next words, I said, “Don’t worry, I’ll be leaving now.”
But instead of biting my head off, like I thought he would, he turned to look at me.
“What’s the matter?” My brows creased into a frown at the seriousness on his face. “Got cum on my face or something?” I brushed a hand over my jaw to check when he stayed quiet.
“Seriously, what’s wrong?” My heart stuttered. “If it’s about earlier, I’m sorry I got angry. That amount of money just caught me by surprise—”
“I assume you’ve already figured it out by now, but it’s fair to say I’m more than just a hotel manager,” he said, out of the fucking blue, cutting into my words and making me go quiet.
Unsure of where this was heading, I stayed silent when he glanced at me, not a single emotion shown on his face.
“Of course you figured it out. I mean, not even you could be that stupid.” His jaw went rigid as his stare dropped to the floor. “The truth is, I’m working for a man. A very dangerous man whom I’m in debt to.”
“Debt?” The crease between my brows deepened.
“Yes.”
“But you have all those expensive things. I mean, your house—”
“It’s all his.”
My breath caught, and I watched him, shocked.
“Everything I have, from my apartment down to the last piece of clothing hung in my closet, is all his.” He fisted his palms. “My very own life belongs to him.”
I tensed on the spot, anger already steaming through my blood when he locked eyes with me.
“It’s what I need the money for. To pay my debt and break free.”
It was the most honest he’d ever been with me, and while shocked to learn it all, I still had many questions. The first being—
“How much?”
“Ten million dollars.”
His words drained all the air from the room, and it felt as if a heavy weight was dropped on top of my head.
If I felt this way just from hearing how much money he owed, I could only imagine how he felt.
No wonder he’d been so determined until now.
I mean, all this time, a rope had been slowly tightening around his neck.
“You’re serious?”
He showed me a pitiful smile. “Sucks, doesn’t it?”
“Are you close to paying it off?”
“I was once.”
I wanted to ask what he meant by that when he brushed his hand along his jaw and went on.
“But then someone beat me to a pulp, and I was bound to my bed, unable to work. In those six months, the interest made my debt double in size, and since then, I’ve been chasing it for no use.”
It was like a punch to the gut. My throat closed up, and with the sex all but forgotten, I forced myself to keep cool. No wonder he hated me this much, when I was the one to put him in this place.
“But don’t worry. I don’t blame you,” he said, catching my attention. “Only myself.”
“Ariyan—”
“Don’t sweat it, Mr. Rivas.” He flashed me that fake smile again. “I already forgave you, don’t you remember?”
Forgiveness? Is that what you seek?
His words from back then returned to me at once. Those were our original terms, right? Five fights in exchange for his forgiveness. Now, I realized how stupid I must have sounded. Fisting my hands, I strode toward him, closing the distance between us in a few steps.
His head jerked back, his eyebrows creasing together after I grabbed both his hands and held them tight.
“What are you—”
“I’ll help you.”
At first, he looked skeptical, but then the tension between his brows subsided, morphing into something else, relief, maybe even hope. But whatever it was that his eyes held in that moment, it was soft, so fucking tender, it made me even more sure of my decision.
“I’ll fight and win for you until you’re free.” I looked him straight in the eyes, making sure to remember the priceless expression he had on until the day I died. “I promise, Ari. I won’t quit until you pay off that last fucking dime.”