45. Santiago
SANTIAGO
Light on my feet after having one too many shots, I slammed my back against the bungalow’s wall, the guy I picked up at the party crashing into me.
“What is this place?” he giggled, moving his hands along my chest.
“The beach bungalow.”
“What’s that?” he asked before trying to kiss me.
Not really interested in that, I turned my head, resulting in him kissing my neck.
“We keep towels and supplies there,” I said, trying to keep my lips away from him.
“We? Who’s we?” He pulled back, drunk eyes meeting mine.
What’s up with all of these questions?
“I work here.”
“Seriously?” His face lit up. “Can you get me a discount on a room, then?”
What an idiot. But still, an idiot with a willing mouth.
“That depends.” I unzipped my jeans.
My nameless hookup looked down and up, understanding crossing his eyes before he licked his lips.
“I’m so going to get that discount,” he murmured, getting onto his knees on the sand.
He was way too fucking chatty, and also smelled too damn floral for my liking, but reminding myself of why I was here to begin with, I closed my eyes and tilted my head back while his fingers played with my fly.
“Fuck, you’re packing.”
Great, more talking.
“Are you going to suck my cock or what?” I grunted, pissed at how long it was taking him. With rejection still burning inside me, I was too fucking impatient.
At last, he nudged the waistband of my boxer briefs down, and I bit on my bottom lip, ready for this damn blowjob—
“What on earth do you think you’re doing?”
I opened my eyes and looked straight ahead to see Ariyan standing a few feet away, hands on his hips. He was too far for me to see his expression in the dark, but from the sound of his voice, he was pissed.
“Getting a fucking blowjob,” I said, not caring that he’d finally decided to show up.
“Mr. Rivas, you better stop this right now.”
“Fuck off, dipshit. I’m busy.” I glanced down. “You doing it or what?”
“Eh… are you sure?” the guy with his face in my lap asked, eyes narrowed.
“Yes, this idiot’s leaving. Don’t let him stop you.”
To this dude’s credit, he had his heart set on his goal because he just shrugged and went back to pulling my cock out. Relaxing, I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, ready for my damn blowjob—
“Fuck!” the guy screamed after Ariyan clenched his hair in his fist and basically tore him away from me.
“Are you crazy?” I gasped, only Ariyan didn’t mind me. Instead, he continued to hold this poor guy’s hair by its roots.
“Has your mother taught you no self-respect?” he snarled, eyes fierce. “Getting on your knees for some stranger you just met, and in public?”
“F-fuck, you’re ripping my hair out!” he cried until Ariyan finally let him go, and he crashed onto the sand.
“Get out of here before I file a complaint against you for indecent exposure.”
Swear to fucking God, I’d never seen anybody running away faster than that dude just did, and amused, I huffed.
“And you.” Ariyan turned to face me, his lips pulled into a snarl. “What do you think you’re doing?”
I shrugged. “Getting my dick wet?”
“Erase that smirk off your face,” he hissed, pointing his finger at me.
I pushed back from the wall. “What’s the matter? Thought you didn’t care if I fucked someone else.”
His jaw twitched. “I don’t.”
My brows rose, and I snorted a laugh.
“So pulling someone’s hair is you ‘not caring’?”
He placed his hands on his hips. “I don’t owe you any explanation.”
“Only you sort of do.”
His eyes widened, pure fury burning in them. “Fine. So I’m not interested in you transferring me some random guy’s STDs.”
“STDs?” I faked a gasp. “That’s offensive.”
“I don’t give a shit.”
“Oh. We’re down to swearing now?”
Tearing his eyes away from me, he took a deep breath. “You’re walking a thin line, Mr. Rivas.”
“All I did was get my point across.”
His eyes were back on me in seconds. “And that would be?”
“That you do care.”
“Oh, please, as if I’d care you picked some mediocre twink as my replacement.”
“Mediocre?” I rubbed my jaw. “He was actually pretty hot.”
He huffed. “If you’re into plastic surgery and fake butt implants, then sure.”
I crossed my arms, eyes not leaving his for a second. “Just admit that you’re jealous.”
“Jealous?” He gasped out the word, eyes going wide.
Watching him act like a bratty kid for a change was hot, and yet, I still didn’t let go of my anger from earlier, not after he humiliated me as he did.
“What’s the matter, Ari? Is it beneath you to admit you want me?”
“I don’t want you.”
“Is that so?” I took a step closer. “’Cause from the looks of it, I’d say otherwise.”
“Stay away,” he warned, but I took another step.
“Or what?”
Another step.
“You gonna punch me?”
Another step.
“I said, stay away.”
I paused, looked him in the eyes for a few seconds, then—
Another step.
“I told you to stay away!” He shoved me.
“You’re making a joke out of yourself.”
He tried shoving me again, but this time, I grabbed his arms and pulled him with me until our chests clashed together.
His breath caught, and he looked up. His eyes held something different for a change, almost fear, but before I could dive into it, he grabbed my neck and pulled me until our mouths bashed together.
Only it wasn’t a kiss but a fight, a fucking battlefield to determine who was in control of this shitshow.
Running his fingers through my hair, he clenched it in his fist, forcing me to change angles before biting on my bottom lip.
I grunted, and he seized the moment to shove his tongue into my mouth.
I sucked on it, groaning at his taste before he tore his lips away and shoved me so my back hit the wall.
He was on me in seconds, his hands holding my jaw while his lips explored every inch my mouth had to offer.
Without taking a break, even to breathe, it felt as if we were trying to eat each other up, and yet, it still wasn’t enough, not even close.
Dropping my hands to his waist, I slipped them underneath his suit jacket and dragged the pads of my fingers along his dress shirt, following his spine.
He thrust into me, his strong body pressed against mine as I held him close.
My chest felt like a nuclear reactor as he kissed me along the jaw, moving his lips to my ear, then my neck.
“Still not jealous?” I panted, a lazy smirk on my lips.
In return, he sank his teeth into my neck and bit down—hard.
“Ouch?”
“I need to strangle you,” he hissed, his lips ghosting the fresh bruise.
“What’s stopping you?”
He paused, then pulled back just a bit so our stares met, and what I saw in his sun-like eyes was pure need.
The type of hunger I knew all too well. My throat dried on the spot, and I swallowed hard right before kissing him again.
He didn’t hold back, moving his hands along my body as we devoured each other.
He licked my jaw, and I cupped his face, only to force his lips back on mine so I could thrust my tongue in.
He went along, parting his lips and sucking on my tongue.
My cock, already on the verge of busting, jerked in my jeans, and thank God the fly was already open, or else I’d probably die with how hard I was.
Bucking my hips forward, I rubbed my hard-on against his erection.
The friction was bittersweet, as it only scratched the surface, making me desperate for more.
“Why did you stop?” I asked, voice hoarse, after he pulled away.
One glance at him said he was just as turned on, with his face flushed red and his dick tenting his slacks.
Would he actually go back to the party now, looking like this?
The idea burned a fuse in my screwed-up head, because over my dead body would I let anyone see my Ari this fuckable.
But then he reached down and took my hand.
“Come.”
My heart fucking leaped in my chest, and I stared at our joint hands.
Feeling an odd sense of warmth that reached all the way to my ears, I tightened my grip.
He didn’t let go and instead led us both into the freaking bungalow.
The second the wooden door closed behind us, he dropped my hand, grabbed my face, and sealed our lips together.
It happened so fast I nearly choked on my own spit, but quickly getting the hang of it, I kissed him in return.
Now behind closed doors, and with his mouth on mine, I reached down and fumbled with my pants to push them down.
Only with how he was eating me alive, I lost balance and fell forward, tripping him with me.
I softened the fall with my body, using my arm to protect his head from bumping against the wooden floor.
He seemed undeterred, already working on getting me out of my shirt while I moved my hands to his slacks.
With no words, he lifted his hips up, allowing me to slide his pants down his legs, along with his underwear.
Our moves were reckless, frantic, and feeling like we were running out of time, I didn’t bother getting rid of his shirt and suit jacket.
Instead, I reached for my back pocket and took out the condom I kept there.
“Who did you plan on using it with?” he snarled.
Tearing the package with my teeth, I spat out the foil. “You, who else?”
He narrowed his eyes at me, his jaw twitching right before he slipped the condom from between my fingers.
“Listen to me very carefully, Santiago,” he whispered in my ear while moving his hands down to my cock. “Even so much as show this to somebody else—” Pressing the condom to my tip, he slowly rolled it down. “—and I’ll rip it off and feed it to you.”
He removed his hands, just as I rose and looked him dead in the eyes.
“Is that your way of asking to be exclusive?” I smiled when he tsked.
“Call it what you will, but ever dare to fuck another man, and I’ll murder you with my bare hands.”
Possessiveness gripped my chest as the fire in his brilliant eyes drew me in like a moth to a flame.
“It goes both ways, yeah?”
Too proud for his own damn good, Ariyan gave me a barely there nod, but that was enough.