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Oh, Santiago will get what's coming to him alright. I’ll make sure it is a nice long, sweet torture too. I know just the person to give it to him. I glance over to my brother, climbing in the boat behind us. He has been after Santiago for a long time. I always knew the day he finally got his hands on him would be the worst day of the son of a bitch’s life, and also the best day of Angel's. Mateo wiggles in my arms and Angel passes me a cold bottle of water. “Here, give him some of this. He's probably dehydrated from all the drugs.”
I yank off the gag and toss it on the ground. Mateo parts his lips when I press the bottle to them, letting the water slowly fall into his mouth. He starts to move some more and loud shouting comes from around us. I spot two men approaching us in a small raft. My brother runs to the front of the yacht. “I think it's time to go. Take care of him, and try to wake him while I get us the fuck out of here.”
I run my fingers through Mateo's sweat and blood covered hair, trying to coerce him awake. But he doesn't do more than shift against me, releasing more groans. “I don't know anything,” he murmurs. “I swear I don't.”
The blindfold remains covering his eyes, lifting closer toward his hair as his forehead wrinkles. It makes me wonder if it's his eyes opening against the tight covering that's causing it to shift. Quickly sitting up, he swings his arms with his wrists still tied together. I grab onto his arms, holding him still against the boat's seat. I lay him back against the white leather bench, and lift his wrists above his head, running a hand down the center of his shivering body.
He struggles under the weight of my hand and his teeth chatter. I leave him confined because it’s what helps him reach such high places that make our worlds collide together, and we both need that more than anything right now. I’m in need of taking back what was nearly stripped away from us, something that has always been ours. They no longer have the control, we do. Wanting to get him out of the clothes he's been stuck in for days, I rip his shirt off his body.
He tilts his head against the seat, moving it side to side. I don't waste any time tugging his underwear down his slender, soft thighs. I cut them off his body with the sharp blade of my knife and toss the shredded material to the floor. After being away from him for so long, thinking I lost him, I need to feel him around me.
I need to know this is real and I need him to know it too. He starts moving more when I press his knees to his chest, slipping my head between his legs, leaving his ankles tied. He groans, shifting his head, lifting it and slamming it back down. He tries to lift his arms and I slam them harder against the seat. He thrashes underneath me when I press my fingers against his hole. “Easy. You don't need to fight anymore, sweetness.”
His warmth and soft pucker feel so good, I can't wait to be fully wrapped in him. I unzip my pants, pulling out my cock. Grabbing a small packet from my back pocket, I lube up my fingers and push them into his tight heat, moving in and out slowly. He slams the back of his body against the seat, only managing animalistic noises. I remove my fingers when I feel he is nice and ready for me, and press the tip of my cock to his pucker. He curves his body against the seat, mewling sweetly and I press a kiss to his cheek that is covered in dried tears from earlier. “It's okay, princesa. I got you. I always have you. This is our safe place. Come back to it, come back to me.”
His body relaxes and I slide deeper inside his hole. He tightens around me the further I bury myself. His legs tremble, the way they always do when I first enter him. I lift the blindfold from his eyes and those green pools lock on mine, nearly drowning me in their depths.
I pull my cock out just to slam it back in while his eyes roll in the back of his head, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. I make my way past his tight ring of muscles and he lifts his hips, his eager thrusts meeting mine. “Gabriel.” His voice is rough and raspy.
“Yes, sweetness. It's me. Can you feel me in you?”
My breath quickens and my words no longer come out clear as I slide in and out of him with long, slow thrusts. He licks his dry, chapped lips, tilting his head back. For the very first time, I kiss him long and hard, swallowing his moans. I jump back when he bites down hard on my lip. “Fuck you,” he says between heavy pants. “I hate you.”
My lips shift into a smile. “And I love you.”
His eyes widen and he lifts his hands up, bringing them over my neck. Crashing my mouth back on his, I grind against his ass. His tongue moves hungrily around mine and our kisses are hot and sloppy. I move my hips in wider circles, hitting the place inside him that has him lighting up like the morning sky. Needing more. Needing him. “I feel you, Gabriel. I feel you everywhere.”
“I feel you too, baby, and you feel fucking wonderful.”
I plunge into him over and over, rocking my hips in a steady rhythm. He's a shuddering mess beneath me. Our bodies slide all over the seat as the boat moves against the hard water, splashing over my heated skin. The boat moves up and down, but I refuse to let anything separate me from him, so I press my knees tightly against the seat, holding my balance.
I don't care if my brother sees us. I don't care about anything but the man underneath me. I reach between us, sliding my hand over his perfect uncut cock, tugging back his foreskin and rubbing my fingers over his slit, causing his muscles to tighten and the veins to strain in his neck.
I pump his cock into my fist, moving in perfect motion with my thrusts as I continue fucking into him. His walls tighten around me and I go deeper, unable to keep steady movements. He feels way too good. Not just his hole surrounding my dick, but his skin touching mine, the breath we share, and his moans vibrating against my lips.
There could be boats going by and I wouldn't hear or see them. I am trapped in a world where only we exist. The ocean air leaves a salty taste on my lips. The breeze is strong, pushing Mateo's soft curls against my face as I continue to nip and lick at his mouth.
My cock throbs inside him, my balls contracting when his ass clenches and his release spills between us. I run my hand over his cum covered stomach as I continue pumping in and out of him, nearly falling over the edge.
I bring my cum covered fingers to his mouth and his warm tongue swipes against them. That's all it takes to have me falling into my own euphoria, losing myself in waves of pleasure. My hot seed fills his hole and my whole body trembles. His eyes are hazy and he has a dreamy look on his face, with completely flushed cheeks and bruised lips.
I smile down at him and he swipes his thumb over my lips with eyes full of wonder. Almost as if he was watching a sunset for the first time. He never saw me smile until today, only because I never was able to before. I had lost the ability so long ago, and this beautiful man beaming beneath me brought it back.
“I missed you. Did you miss me?”
“What took you so long?” He cocks his head.
I stifle a laugh. I wasn't sure if he meant for me to rescue him or if he meant for me to realize my true feelings. It took me longer to get here emotionally than it did physically. It doesn't matter, because I'm here now and don't plan on leaving anytime soon. Not him or this moment.
Twenty-Nine
Mateo
Gabriel laughs, pressing his mouth to mine again. I'll never get tired of the warmth of his lips and the taste of his tongue as it moves against mine. “I'm sorry, baby. I would have flown to you if I could.”
Baby. The word is so sweet and endearing coming from his mouth. I smile, with the anger from our last encounter no longer present. Then I remember his chain covered in blood, hanging from Santiago's fingers. “Wait. You’re supposed to be dead.”
He arches a brow. “I'm sorry to disappoint you, princesa, but I'm very much alive. And I still have my cock inside you.”
