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“I’d be happy to. I’ll text you some names, okay?”
I had to move my hand before it got awkward, but I did so with great reluctance. Tomás looked at his arm, where I’d touched it, a frown marring his forehead, but he didn’t say anything. For a while, we stood there as if we were in a protective little bubble. I heard and saw the other guests, but they seemed far away.
“Are you enjoying the party?” Tomás asked, sounding strangely formal and awkward.
“I only just got here. Haven’t talked to anyone but your brother and you.”
Our eyes met, and something simmered in the air. “Do you want to?”
“I’m good here,” I said hoarsely.
He leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. “Me too.”
I grew hard, and a shiver ran down my spine. How could this man affect me so much? He hadn’t even touched me, for crying out loud, and I was already turned on. And I couldn’t claim it was because I hadn’t had sex in too long, because Tomás had fucked me mere weeks ago. I’d lasted much, much longer without sexual release, and I’d been fine. No, this was all Tomás and my weird reaction to him.
Tomás stepped half in front of me, shielding me from the rest of the house. His hand brushed against my cock. “You’re hard.”
I cleared my throat. “Sorry, I?—”
He placed his index finger on my lips. “Why are you always apologizing? It wasn’t a criticism.”
“Oh.”
He took my hand and put it on his cock. I widened my eyes. He was hard too. I swallowed. “Do you want to…”
“Fuck, yes. My room?”
“I’ll meet you there in a few minutes.”
Oh, hell yes. I was so on board with this. He could consider it an additional birthday present.
He slipped away first, and I went to the bathroom to give myself a cover, then snuck into his room and closed the door behind me. Tomás stood in the middle of the room, his eyes dark and intense.
“What do you want?” Tomás asked, his voice low and sultry. The muffled sounds of the party drifted through the door, but it was distant enough to feel like we’d entered another world.
“You,” I whispered, brushing his cheek. His breath hitched, and longing filled his gaze.
He wrapped his hand around my neck and pulled me in, closing his lips over mine. The kiss grew passionate in seconds, the two of us clawing at each other. Our tongues were dueling as our hands searched and found, caressing, touching, scratching. We explored each other, gripping at clothing and skin, desperate to feel more. Our shirts came off, then his faded and ripped jeans, which made him look so sexy. My slacks were a little less trendy, and they were unceremoniously dumped onto the floor as well, but who cared? I threw my glasses onto the bed, not wanting anything to get in the way.
When he kissed me like that, everything else melted away, including my doubts. He wasn’t faking this. He’d have to be an Oscar-worthy actor. No, he wanted me as much as I wanted him, and the hard length he pressed against me as he backed me against the wall was undeniable evidence of that.
“Wanna blow you,” I said.
“Fuck, yes.”
I trailed my hand down his chest, caressing the silver hair on his chest until my fingertips brushed his hard cock, which jutted out from the neatly trimmed black-and-silver curls. The dim lighting cast shadows across his face, highlighting the desire in his eyes. His breath hitched as I sank to my knees before him, wrapped my hand around him, and took a lick.
As I suckled on his cockhead, Tomás threaded his fingers through my hair. His pulse quickened beneath my touch, his muscles tensing. I let my tongue dance along the underside of his length, savoring the taste of him, the hard ridge of his vein against my lips. His precum was salty on my tongue, and I sucked hard, eager for more.
As I continued my ministrations, Tomás’s grip on my hair tightened, his moans and gasps filling the room. How I loved seeing what I did to him. Thank god for the music and chatter in the background so no one could hear us. His cock filled my mouth, and I relaxed, letting him sink in even deeper.
“Can I fuck your mouth?” Tomás asked.
“Please,” I rasped.
I opened wide, and he thrust into my mouth, sinking down my throat. He held it there for a beat or two, then retreated and did it again. He was careful, keeping an eye on me the whole time, and it felt amazing. I loved doing this for him, loved seeing his cheeks bloom with color, his eyes grow glassy, and his breath hitch. Every moan and gasp only fueled my desire to please him even more.
“Meu Deus.” Tomás panted, his voice strained with pleasure. “You’re incredible.”
