45. Santiago #2
And while I knew he meant every word and that a sane man would run for his life, all I did was duck down and kiss him. Kiss him as if my life depended on it, because at times, it really felt like it did.
He returned the kiss while spreading his legs wider, making room for me to move.
I only let go of his lips to spit into my palm, then brought my saliva to his hole and used it as lube.
When I pushed the first finger in, he hissed at the intrusion, so I covered his mouth with mine to muffle his voice.
Kissing him, I fluttered my tongue over the small scar on his upper lip, lingering on it before kissing along his jaw, going up until I reached the X-shaped scar on his right side, all while using my fingers to stretch him open.
“Just get on with it already,” he hissed, voice tight.
By now, I had three of my fingers sunk inside his sweet hole, and not about to argue, I pulled them out, grabbed his legs, and forced him to wrap them around my waist. Spitting into my hand, I used it over my cock before aligning the tip with his entrance.
Then, I pushed inside, shoving my full length in in one go.
He gasped, his ass twitching around me, nearly tearing off my dick.
But it felt so damn good I couldn’t give a shit and instead began thrusting my hips.
“You’re so tight,” I groaned, eyes closed, while fighting the need to come on the spot. “So hot and tight. Fuck, you feel so good, baby.”
He pounded my back with his fist. “S-shut your damn trap and work those hips, you dumb dog,” he snarled, his voice higher than usual.
I opened my eyes to the sight of him lying on the floor beneath me, his neat hair now a complete mess, sweat drenching his forehead, while a few grains of sand dusted his red cheeks.
A strip of moonlight came through the crack in the door, shining along his pale skin.
In this moment and forever, he was by far the most beautiful man I had ever seen, and unable to hold back, I forced down the words standing on the tip of my tongue and began rocking my hips to his demands.
His ass sucked me in, and as he moved with my thrusts, using his weight to push against me, it only made it better.
“You’re so hot, Ari,” I continue saying while thrusting in and out of him. “I love having sex with you.” My pulse quickened, thrumming in my chest like drums. “I mean it, Ari. I wanna be inside you all the fucking time.”
“Stop saying my damn name, you imbecile.” He slapped my face, his nails scratching my cheek.
Instead of letting him go, I placed my hand on top of his and turned to kiss his palm.
His face reddened at the gesture, and he seemed furious, but before he could hit me again, I sat up on my knees, grabbed his hips, and slammed into him at full force.
His cock bounced as I began hitting his hole harder, faster, not giving him a second to catch his breath as I fucked him with everything I had.
With his shoulders pressed to the floor, he arched his back, his hands on my thighs for support.
It was so freaking hot, and whenever I slammed inside him, my balls slapped his skin, creating a filthy sound that mixed with his sweet moans.
And still, it wasn’t enough, and I ached to be buried deeper inside him.
Pulling out, I flipped him to his stomach and slammed right back in.
The wooden floor creaked with each move, and I bet lying on it hurt, but he didn’t seem to care, as instead of protesting, he moaned just as I’d bottomed out.
A shiver ran down my spine to the sound of his voice, and I slipped my hand beneath his shirt and jacket, lifting them to reveal his lower back.
My stare then traveled down, and I dragged my fingers until I reached where his ass sucked my cock in.
Fuck.
“It’s like this ass was shaped to take me,” I drawled, eyes focused on his stretched hole before I looked up and was stunned by the blush on the back of his pale neck.
A desert formed in my throat, and knowing I had to take a bite, I lay on top of him, my chest pressed to his back while my lips ghosted his nape.
I began rolling my hips, slowly increasing my pace as I kissed and nipped on his neck like a hungry mutt.
“I’m about to come,” I murmured, hands gripping him.
He grunted, voice soaked with pleasure. “Don’t you dare—”
“I’m so close, Ari.” I pressed my head against him, my hips snapping his ass with each thrust. “I’m so damn close.”
“Fuck,” he cried, reaching back and grabbing my hair in his fist, only he didn’t apply force for a change, and instead, just held on to me until his body shuddered and he climaxed without me so much as touching his cock.
It was the hottest shit I’d ever experienced, and like a virgin, I burst on the spot.
A wave of pleasure rocked my insides, and unable to contain myself, I sank my teeth into his flesh, biting him throughout my release, my body shuddering as I came deep inside the condom.
It was like an out-of-body experience, and while still out of breath, I forced myself to move from on top of him so my weight wouldn’t crush him down.
“Shit,” I hissed after I pulled out, my heart dropping to my stomach at the traces of my cum on his ass.
I’m so dead.
“What’s wrong?” Ariyan asked, voice low, while half turning to look.
“The condom.” I swallowed hard, my eyes dropping to my cock. “I-I think it broke.”
It most definitely did.
I was sure he’d hit the ever-living-shit out of me now and was well prepared for it when he nonchalantly glanced at his ass.
“So what are you waiting for? Clean me up.”
He turned back around, flopping onto his arms as if sunbathing.
“You’re not mad?” My brows drew inward as I bent closer to him.
“Things like this are bound to happen. Besides, it’s my fault for pushing you this time.”
Shocked, I stared at him. But remembering my task, I grabbed a towel from one of the shelves.
“Are you done?” he asked after a while.
I looked at his pink hole, my cheeks feeling hot.
“Eh… Yeah.”
“Good.”
In seconds, he got to his feet while I stayed on the floor to watch him fix himself back together.
“Hand me my underwear, please.”
I looked around, locating them near my leg. Fetching them, I quickly handed them over.
“Have you calmed down?” he asked while putting them on.
“Calmed down?”
He glanced at me, a serious expression on his face. “Earlier, you seemed to take offense at my words. I… well, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
It was then and there I realized something.
“I-I’m good.”
I realized why I was so emotional over his rejection.
“Good.” He smiled. “Now, hand me my trousers, please.”
I did as he asked and kept sitting on the floor while he put them on.
“We’ll go back to the party together, where you’ll find your brother and leave, alright? I can’t have you running between my legs while I’m working.”
Still trying to make sense of everything going through my head, his voice felt like a distant sound until he called my name, and I looked up.
“Yeah?”
He stared at me, annoyance written on his face. “Have you listened to a word I just said?”
I nodded, brushing a hand through my hair and finally getting up. “Yeah, sorry. I’ll get my brother and go home.”
“Good.” He then bent down, picked something up off the floor, and handed me my shirt. But I didn’t take it, at least not immediately, and instead continued to stare at his hand, remembering how he’d held mine only a little while ago. The same sense of suffocating warmth took over me and—
“Ari.”
“What is it?”
“I—”
I looked up to meet his eyes, those damn golden eyes I’d dreamed about every night since the day we met.
Suddenly, it all made so much sense, and yet, I was scared.
If I had to choose between facing a 200-pound fighter or him at that moment, I’d go for the fighter, as boxing seemed much easier than facing my feelings.
In a fight, the worst that could happen was taking a few punches.
Even if I ended up on the floor, getting back up wouldn’t be a big deal.
But with him? With Ariyan? There would be no turning back, and I seriously doubted I could stand up if he knocked me down.
Scratch that. There was no chance I would.
There was no chance I’d ever survive his rejection, not after I’d gotten this deep.
“You’re what?” he asked.
Realizing I’d stayed quiet for too long, I cleared my throat.
“It’s nothing.” I finally got my hand moving and took the shirt from him. “I forgot what it was.”
“Sometimes I wonder if you’re really that slow or just pretending to be.” He clicked his tongue, already moving to open the door.
Staying rooted to the floor, hands clenching my shirt, I stared at his back. I guess I was that slow, if it took me this much time to realize I was in deep shit, because fuck, I was in love with him.