51. Santiago
SANTIAGO
Getting behind Ariyan on his Ducati, I placed both hands on his hips and slid down the seat until I bucked against his ass.
“Someone’s eager,” he teased, putting on his helmet.
“Fuck yeah.” I slid my hands down his body. “So you better not kill us before I get to fuck that ass.”
He shook his head and, a second later, squeezed the throttle to the max.
I’d probably never get used to this monster escalating from zero to a hundred like a shooting star, and I immediately gripped him tighter, holding on to him as he sped into the night.
One thing was for sure: riding behind him was as thrilling now as it was the first time, and just as scary.
But that was Ariyan for you—thrillingly terrifying.
Being with him felt like jumping off a cliff, a rush so intense you couldn’t give a shit about dying.
Whether it was sheer stupidity or maybe just pure fatalism, it didn’t matter because he was worth it.
He was worth the thrill, the pain, and the danger. He was worth it all.
With the wind in my hair and my eyes closed, I hugged him, admiring his strong body as he drove that monster like it was child’s play. He half glanced at me, the helmet’s shield hiding his eyes, before he sped up until it truly felt as if we were flying.
Something had changed tonight, and I had no doubt he felt it, too, because the second we reached my house, Ari wasted no time before pouncing on me.
After he placed his helmet on the dining table, he jumped right into my arms, hooking his limbs around me as I carried him to my small bedroom.
I bumped into pretty much every wall on the way there, and yet, my lips never left his.
Having him here felt almost unreal, and after we landed on my bed and I got out of my clothes, I had to check this wasn’t another dream.
“What’s wrong?” he asked while tracing his fingers along my naked chest so tenderly I could die.
“Nothing.” A small smile pulled on my lips. “I’m just glad you’re here.”
He smiled back at me, ever so softly. “I’m glad to be here, too.”
Overwhelmed by emotions that were still unfamiliar, I gathered him into my arms, practically breathing him in.
He moaned, and I drank it up before getting him out of his shirt, already moving my hands down to his fly.
He was just as eager, his hands roaming along my skin as I worked on getting him naked.
He was down to his black boxer briefs when I noticed his erection.
Starving to have my mouth full of his dick, I ducked down and pressed my mouth to his cock, and began sucking him over the cotton of his briefs.
“Santiago,” he cried once I parted my lips, my tongue moving along the outline of his erection until the cloth turned wet.
He smelled good, like bodywash, and I pulled on the waistband until his cock sprang free.
Hungry, I took him into my mouth, using my tongue along his shaft as I bobbed up and down his length while simultaneously pulling his boxers down his strong legs.
Ari’s whole body jerked after I took him down my throat, moans of pleasure escaping him, along with my name, which slipped from between his perfect lips.
My own cock was hard as fuck, only getting stiffer each time he cried my name as if it was a love confession.
But having something else in mind, I moved my mouth to the main course.
“What are you—oh, fuck,” he moaned as I grabbed his waist and lifted him up, bending his body like a fucking pretzel, before I buried my face in his sweet ass.
Licking his entrance, I then used the flat of my tongue against his rim before pushing it in.
But needing more, I forced his legs over my shoulders and thrust my tongue deeper inside his hole until he became a crying mess.
I hadn’t heard those sounds coming from him before, and fuck me if they didn’t make me wet.
“S-stop.” He clenched my hair in his fist. “I’ll come too fast.”
“So come,” I said, my lips hot over his sweet hole right before I shoved my tongue back in, only adding my thumb this time. His insides burned just as much as his skin did, and I began fucking his ass using my tongue and thumb, stretching him open until I added two more fingers.
But as he grew impatient, so did I, and at last, I dropped him.
Panting, he lay down on the mattress, and with the tip of his cock glistening with precum, his legs spread and ass wet from my fucking spit, he was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
Unable to tear my eyes away, I rose to my knees and got rid of my boxer briefs.
Doubting I’d ever been this hard, I moved my hand along my length while taking in the sight of him.
“What are you waiting for? Go ahead and fuck me,” he said, moving his hand between his legs and using his own fingers to stretch his hole.
I nearly came on the spot, but knowing it would feel much better inside him, I leaned down and kissed him. We devoured each other’s mouths, our tongues swirling while our bare cocks rubbed together, precum leaking from the two of us.
“Let me get a condom—”
“No.” He kept me close as he moved his lips to kiss me along my neck. “Take me raw.”
My whole face heated up at his words, but knowing we were both too fucking horny, and wanting to make sure he meant it, I paused from kissing him to meet his lust-drunk gaze.
“Ari—”
“I’m negative, if you’re worried.”
I quickly shook my head, ’cause ain’t no way I gave a crap about that.
“Me too, but that’s not it.” My pulse sped up like crazy. “A-are you sure?”
Biting his lip, he nodded while running his fingers through my hair in a way that challenged my sanity.
“Si, Santiago, estoy seguro.”
My heart just about exploded in my chest, and needing to have him, I closed the distance between us as I retook his lips.
He kissed me back passionately, his tongue licking and nipping at my mouth as he wrapped his arms around my neck and spread his legs wider apart.
Not letting him go, I reached a hand to grab the lube I kept on my nightstand.
Without looking, I fumbled over the surface until I grabbed the bottle and brought it over.
“I’m already wet enough down there as it is,” he purred, lips ghosting mine.
“S-shit,” I choked, clumsily pouring the lube into my shaky hand before I spread it along my cock.
I then aligned the head with his entrance and slowly pushed in.
He was hot and tight, wet from my spit, and experiencing him raw for the first time was a whole new level of pleasure. The type I didn’t know could exist.
“Holy fuck,” I groaned, pushing another inch inside.
“Yeah.” He tilted his head back, his nails digging into my back. “I know.”
Now fully settled in, I gave him a moment to get used to the pressure before I began moving my hips. But on the first thrust, I already knew it was going to be embarrassingly quick.
Ariyan’s body quivered beneath me each time I hit his ass, and swallowed by his warmth, I increased my pace.
Rolling my hips, I bottomed out inside him, only to pull all the way out and repeat the action.
My balls smacked against his ass with each hit, the sound mixing with our breaths, which turned heavier by the second.
Almost as if melting into each other, I lay on top of him, my weight crashing down on him while he kept his hands on my back.
Still, wanting him to feel as good as I did, I quickly took his dick in my fist and began stroking him, matching the pace of my hips while I fucked him raw.
He throbbed in my hand, and I used his precum as lube, my fingers smoothly moving along his shaft.
Feeling my thighs going numb and my climax building in the pit of my stomach, I closed my eyes.
“I’m close,” I groaned, body hot. “Fuck, I’m close.”
Ready to pull out so I wouldn’t come inside, I was shocked when he hooked his legs over my ass, keeping me locked in place.
“Ari—”
“Come inside me,” he said, eyes closed and cheeks flushed red.
“Fuck.” I dropped my head, burying it in the crook of his neck.
My cock throbbed, and I lost my rhythm as I burst, shooting my load deep inside his ass at the same time as he came in my fist, his hot cum spilling between my fingers, some of it getting on his chest and toned stomach.
He moaned, his voice as rich as his scent, while he continued to come on my cock.
I fucked him throughout his release, my dick only seeming to get harder until I was completely drained.
But only physically, because emotionally, I was only beginning to process it all.
Lying like this, with his sweaty body underneath mine and his arms around me, I could die a happy man.
Truly. At that moment, I realized I wanted nothing else in life but to have him.
No money, no fame or glory, just him. It was a dangerous thought because a man like Ari wasn’t meant to be tamed, but maybe?
And while I knew it was time for me to pull out, I wanted this moment to last longer, so I stayed inside him until my dick grew soft, and even then, I didn’t move.
Ari didn’t protest, and while I held him in my arms, he drew circles on my back, making this moment feel even more domestic than it already did.
“Having sex with you is like a drug,” I murmured before kissing his shoulder.
He huffed a lazy laugh. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
“I mean it.” I finally slipped my cock out of him and rolled to my back. “Fucking you… I wanna do it until I die.”
He rolled to his side, perching up on one elbow as he brought his other hand to my chest.
“Be careful of what you wish for.”
I snorted, staring at the ceiling as I placed my hand on top of his. “Nah. After today? I mean it. I’ll happily die inside you.”
“You’re a weirdo.”
I turned to glance at him, my eyes meeting his. “I guess so.”
His lips curled into the most beautiful smile ever, and he was so handsome at that moment that I had to burn his precious expression into my memory.
“What are you doing?” he murmured, voice sleepy.