"Yes," Rico told him to make it perfectly clear that he wanted this man deep and hard inside him.
Mitch groaned then he kissed him a deep exploring kiss that curled his toes and made him moan. Pushing up the t-shirt Rico was wearing, Mitch ended the kiss as he pulled it off. Rico took the opportunity to peel off his t-shirt as well then he let his hands roam over Mitch's beautiful chest.
Mitch didn't let that go on for too long. Firmly taking hold of his wrists, Mitch crossed them over his head. He then leaned down and licked Rico's left nipple, teasing him. Next he sucked on it before taking it between his teeth and making Rico writhe and groan. His teeth almost painful then easing off, Mitch tortured and teased his other nipple for a while.
Once he had Rico panting his name, Mitch moved on. His beard rubbed down the center of Rico's chest as he kissed his way to his navel, sending shivers all the way down to his toes. Mitch gripped the waistband of his pajama bottoms firmly in both hands and started pulling them down. Arching up, Rico was encouraging Mitch to free him, to take him.
Mitch was ready to go down on him, but Rico didn't let him until he was naked too. As soon as that was accomplished, Rico started to grope him until Mitch pushed him back down.
For a while Mitch sucked him and tongued his balls, but he stopped before Rico could come. His eyes hooded, his voice thick, Mitch looked up at him and asked, "How are we doing this?"
Rico didn't say anything, just crawled away to get his backpack. From there he got lube and condoms and handed them to Mitch.
"You think you can figure out what to do with these?" he said to Mitch as he handed them over.
Not saying anything, Mitch glared at him then he placed a hand on Rico's chest. "You're hell," Mitch rasped as he hovered above him, his eyes dark with arousal. He swooped down and kissed Rico then he started to lube him.
As he lay there being fingered, Rico was completely in his power. He lost every shred of self-control and begged Mitch to fuck him. He was shameless, saying, "Please, Mitch. I need you."
"I don't know if you're being good or bad right now," Mitch growled and twisted his fingers in Rico's hole.
Rico moaned pitifully and pleaded with him, "Mitch, fuck me, please."
Finally giving in, Mitch leaned back and rolled on a condom. He lubed it then got into position. His hands slid from Rico's hips to the backs of his knees, lifting him easily until he was folded up with his knees tight against his chest.
Forgetting to breathe, Rico clutched at him, feeling his muscles ripple under his hands. In the next moment, his body went still going into overload as Mitch entered him. He wanted to scream and thank him and beg him some more, but Mitch shut him up with a kiss. Rico whimpered into his mouth then felt him push in again.
He felt every inch like he had never been fucked before. Mitch kissed him and filled him up then he started pumping hard. Rico tried to brace himself, but that was impossible. Mitch was an irresistible force of nature. All his stoic reserve wiped away, Mitch was taking what he wanted and Rico was going insane with how amazing it felt. He couldn't get enough of the fullness inside him, the incredible feeling of getting fucked by Mitch.
He raked his fingers over Mitch's ass, felt him clench as he crashed into him. For a long time, his cock pounded inside Rico so hard. Moans built inside him, but Mitch's kisses swallowed them up.
He left Rico breathless and insane with the need to come. Then it hit him and his whole body twisted and arched as his come shot up high. Rico shuddered through such a powerful orgasm, like an earthquake, and he couldn't help but take Mitch right down with him to share his bliss.
The hard floor was under him, Mitch on top of him, and Rico felt calmer, like the raging inferno inside him was down to just a regular, smoldering fire. His ears still echoed with the smack and thump of their bodies colliding in ecstasy, but the room was quiet now filled only with their slow, deep breathing.
Afraid to move, or even to open his eyes, Rico lay still until Mitch shifted to make him more comfortable and buried his face in the crook of his neck. Rico moaned and wrapped himself around him. He knew Mitch wouldn't stay, but for now he got to hold him and hear him say his name.
Chapter 23
Opening his eyes to early morning sunshine and birds singing out in the garden, Rico realized that he didn't spend a sleepless night after all. Tired from that fuck, Rico actually fell asleep last night.
As he stumbled toward the bathroom still groggy, he felt like he would never be awake enough to make sense of what happened last night. What the hell was that? If someone told him he dreamed that Mitch fucked him, he would be inclined to believe them.
Last night, caught up in the frenzy of lust, he couldn't think, didn't want to ask any questions. He just went with it.
Whatever it was, it happened. It was amazing. Then Mitch went upstairs in case Sammy needed him. He kissed Rico and told him he was great, but was Mitch going to have second thoughts about it today?
Feeling more awake now, Rico went down the hallway and toward the kitchen. From the bottom of the stairs, he could hear Mitch and Sammy upstairs. It sounded like Mitch was helping her get ready. Rico heard him tell Sammy, "Brush your teeth then you can play with the kittens."
Since he was the first in the kitchen, Rico got the coffee going and wondered if he should start breakfast. Rummaging around, he found a box of pancake mix. By the time Mitch joined him there, Rico had the frying pan out.
On seeing Mitch, he almost dropped it. Trying to get his breathing under control, Rico only allowed himself to look at him out of the corner of his eye.
"Good morning," Mitch said and went to get some juice from the fridge.
From the sound of it Sammy was still tromping around upstairs. "Morning," Rico said. "I thought Sammy might like some pancakes."
"Sure," Mitch said but he sounded kind of off, and he wouldn't face him.
