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My sounds are desperate and needy. He continues probing my hole with his tongue, fucking in and out in quick motions. “Oh, fuck.”
Why does that feel so good though? Holy guacamole does it ever. The thrusting only increases, and I'm tempted to reach for my dick, but I remember his words from last time. “You don't do anything unless I say you can.”
Not obeying feels wrong. Pleasure warms my belly the longer I resist, and a surge of power rushes through me from the sense of control.
Twelve
Gabriel
“Mmm.” I continue burying my face between his cheeks. He squirms, bent over the sink. He makes the prettiest sounds. He almost died today, and the very thought caused an uncomfortable shift in my gut. It's because it should be my win. I should be the one to rip him from his father and Santiago, not anyone else. He was so fucking careless. He allowed his fearlessness to blind him. He strutted the streets without a single care in the world, the same way he did when he met me by the fountain and followed me to the dark parking lot. For someone who has a lot to lose, he sure acts like he doesn't give two shits if all goes away tomorrow.
Yeah, so different from Miguel. From me too. And for a minute, I feel guilt stricken for taking all my suffering out on the wrong person. If he had been the terrible human being I hoped he’d be, I wouldn't be so at war with my damn self.
He surrendered to me so easily when I saw him push others away. I've wanted to be the only touch he welcomed and the only one he craved from the beginning. But the reason feels different now. No. It can't be. I have to stick with the plan to ruin him while not letting myself fall in the process.
After I am done with him, no one else will ever satisfy him, and he will only ever scream for me. That was always part of the plan. What wasn't in the plan was for me to always want to be here to take care of those needs. The responses I get from him are too addicting though. Along with his shuddering body and the taste of his skin. I suck and nip at his hole. His whines are loud and pathetic when I pull away, and I beam with pride at how well he's obeying. That he remembered to not touch himself and to take only what I was willing to give him.
His hand rests on the sink and his hard cock jolts against the white porcelain, straining a pretty purple. I dive back in between his cheeks, swirling my tongue around, losing myself in his pleasure. His breaths quicken and his body shakes from being so close to the edge. “Let go, mi princesa.”
I shove my tongue back in hungrily, fucking into his tight hole, causing it to pulsate around my intrusion. “Ahhh…” He releases one last sound before shooting his load and going slack over the sink. “What did you...how…”
“It's called rimming. You've got so much to learn. But don't worry, I'm here to teach you everything.” I will also teach him how to love and hate a person at the same time. He will lose trust in everything he knows, and when his life finally crumbles around him, I will leave him alone to pick up the pieces. We have a long way to go still and I will enjoy every minute of it. The pleasure, the torture, and the pain. I pull away, tossing the towel in the sink. “You made quite the mess.” I point to the cum splattered on the sink and floor. “Clean it up.”
He reaches for the towel and I tsk at him. “No. Not with that, with your tongue.”
His face wrinkles in disgust and he appears conflicted. Soon, they will only hold certainty when I give him a command. There will be no questioning in his eyes. His gaze shifts from the floor, back to me. Swallowing hard. “All of it?”
“Yes, princesa. Every. Single. Drop.”
He drops to the floor, his knees crashing against the tile. His underwear hanging around his ankles and his hole fully exposed to me. My cock strains painfully against my underwear, begging to be inside him and begging to steal his innocence. His tongue laps up the cum on the tile slowly at first, then swiftly swipes up the remaining drops. “Good, little pet. Now get yourself cleaned up. We need to get you back home soon before we cause a bigger war.”
I was as careless as he was today, too focused on getting him out of harm's way so he'd view me as a hero. I didn't pay attention to who could have been watching us. I saw an opportunity and I took it. I don’t need to lead anyone here. If I did, I would rather he not be here when they arrive. I grab the clothes I hung on the towel rack, tossing them at his feet. “After you're done, put those on and meet me in the living room.”
His gaze falls to the tenting in my slacks. “What about you?” He sticks his tongue out between his lips, hunger filling his eyes.
“Don't worry about me. There will be other days for you to make it up to me. To thank me for saving your life.”
I leave him alone in the bathroom, staring down at his clothes with a sense of loss in his eyes. The idea of not being able to take care of me is not sitting right with him and his pleasure is now replaced with disappointment. Good.
The loud buzz from the counters draws both our attention. Mateo's phone has definitely seen better days. It continues to vibrate, the screen cracked in the middle. Lines run down it like a spider's web. I managed to grab it when I grabbed him. He didn't drop it too far from his body and I stumbled upon it first before reaching him. It grows quiet before vibrating again. The screen has no name on it, but I know that number. I know all of the Juventinos’ numbers.
“Is that my phone?” The small voice startles me. I'm taken by surprise at how caught off guard I was. That I missed the sound of Mateo’s moving footsteps.
I snatch it off the counter and hand it to him. “I think it's your father. You should answer it. Let him know you're safe. We don't need more men with guns coming this way than there probably already will be.”
His eyes shift in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“They didn't complete the job. That means they may be coming this way to finish it.”
“They know where we are?”
“I'm not sure. I didn’t come straight here. I drove through several streets, leading whoever could be following the wrong way until I saw no one behind me. Doesn't mean they won't find us.”
He nods and presses a few keys on his phone, placing it over his ear. “Dad? Yes, it's me. I'm fine and will be home soon.” He grows quiet and someone else is speaking loudly on the other end. “I'm not sure, but I'm safe. That's all you need to know.” Mateo sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I know. No one's following me. I'm sure. Yeah, all right. I'll see you at home.”
He shoves the phone in his pocket, gesturing toward the door. “I guess you better take me home now.”
I shake my head. “I won't be taking you home. It's too risky. I called you a car. It's already waiting for you outside. He will take you wherever you need to go.”
