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15
FIR
I had the house to myself, a rare occurrence with two teenage boys. Even rarer was that I had a day off. Mondays were supposed to be my days off, but it usually didn’t work out that way. Today, however, the stars had aligned. Gabe and Josiah were on a school trip, and I relished the silence and solitude.
After months of being annoyed about the mess, I’d gotten around to tidying the garage, which might sound strange, but tidying was relaxing to me. It was as if by decluttering a physical space, I was also getting organized in my head. The mess in my garage had been an eyesore for months, and now I’d gotten everything in order again, which had brought me joy.
My cleaner came every week—not an overkill with two teenagers in the house—so I didn’t have much to clean. The boys did the dishwasher and the trash, so all I’d done was change the sheets on my bed and wipe my bathroom down. Okay, I’d also vacuumed my bedroom, but only because I’d been wearing new socks, and I had black lint from them all over my cream-colored carpet. Normally, I wouldn’t care that much, but…Tomás was stopping by.
Sex was on the menu, and I was here for it. The anticipation had bubbled in my chest all morning, and it had been hard to think of anything else. It had been a while since our last hookup, and I craved his touch like a parched man craved water. After working in the garage, I’d showered, rinsed off all the dust, and I’d even spent some time grooming. I looked nice if I did say so myself, and I was ready for some action.
The ringing of the doorbell after lunch sent a shiver down my spine. I opened the door, and there he stood—Tomás, handsome as ever. His black-and-silver hair perfectly tousled, his intense brown eyes locked on mine.
“Hey,” I said, trying to sound casual despite my body humming.
“Hey.”
He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. For one, two beats, we stared at each other, and then our lips met in a fiery kiss, our mouths open and hungry for each other. My glasses went askew, and I took them off and flung them onto the dresser in the entryway. The taste of him, his beard scratching my skin, ignited a spark deep that spread like wildfire. He pressed me against the wall, rubbing himself shamelessly against me, and I grew hard within seconds.
Our hands eagerly went to work on buttons and zippers. Clothing fell away, a trail of discarded items littering the floor as we undressed one another, desperate for skin-to-skin contact. Shit, we were still in the entryway. Anyone could see us.
“Upstairs,” I said between kisses. We stumbled up the stairs, still tangled together, never breaking our passionate embrace.
Once we reached my bedroom, we stood naked before one another, our desire warming the air between us. I reached out and ran my fingers through the silver flecks in his beard, marveling at how it framed his face, enhancing his attractiveness.
I pulled him close for another searing kiss. Our naked bodies pressed together, every muscle and curve fitting perfectly against each other. It was like a dance, our movements fluid and instinctive.
“God, I want you,” I whispered against his mouth, and his lips curved up in response.
“Want you too,” he murmured and captured my mouth again in another searing kiss. The world outside ceased to exist. All that mattered was Tomás and the connection we shared in these stolen moments.
Tomás’s soft fingers slid down my chest. His eyes were dark with lust as they roamed over my body. “Damn, Fir, you always look so good.”
“Speak for yourself.” I drank in his tanned, muscular form. I doubted I’d ever grow tired of marveling over him.
Tomás pushed me onto the bed, and I pulled him on top of me. Our lips remained locked, our tongues dancing together as if they had a mind of their own. The heat between us intensified, charged with desire and lust.
“Let’s try something different,” Tomás said, a wicked grin on his face.
“What did you have in mind?”
“My favorite number.”
Oh, hell, yes. I was so down with that. Tomás maneuvered us onto the bed, arranging our bodies so that we were lying head to toe. The intimacy of the position took my breath away. I could see every detail of him up close: the tantalizing curve of his hip, the impressive length of his erection, and the glorious planes of his thighs.
I didn’t wait for him but attacked him, eager to feel him again, taste him, suck him, kiss and explore. I went for his balls, encouraged by his breathy moans, taking them into my mouth and sucking on them. His perineum was sensitive as well, I’d discovered. He loved it when I rubbed him there…and when I started kissing, licking, and sucking, he bucked off the bed.
But Tomás returned the favor, and my eyes crossed. Tomás’s mouth on me, his tongue expertly teasing and tasting my cock, sent shudders through my body. He loudly sucked, apparently not in the least embarrassed by the sounds, and when he licked a trail backward, heading to my hole, I had a hard time concentrating. Would he…?
Oh yes, he did. He lifted my leg and wrapped it around his head so he had full access, and then he dove into my ass like he was a man possessed. Jesus, his tongue was doing things I hadn’t thought possible. When he stabbed it inside me, my legs clamped around his head as if I never wanted to let him leave…and that wasn’t far from the truth.
Shit, I was supposed to do something as well. To make up for my lack of reaction, I deep throated him. The muffled curse against my ass made me laugh—in as far as I could laugh with my mouth full of cock. Our moans and sighs created a symphony of passion that seemed to vibrate around us.
“If you want to…” I moaned loudly. “Oh Jesus, Tomás, I’m about to explode.”
Breathing heavily, I let go of him, then smiled down at Tomás as we untangled ourselves from our previous position. His eyes sparkled with lust and affection, a combination that warmed my heart.
“Good?” he asked.
