“That’s me.”
We walked up the steps, and he quickly opened the door for us. I stepped inside cautiously, not sure what I’d find. I wasn’t exactly going to billionaires’ houses for afternoon sex on the regular.
The little bit of the house I could see from the foyer looked expensive and elegant though. But before I could freak out, Tom put both his hands on my face and bent down so our foreheads were touching.
“I’ve been dying to kiss you for weeks.”
His voice was gravelly and his eyes were so intent on me, like he could barely contain how much he wanted me.
My own desire crashed into me like a swell. I couldn’t deny this any more than I could stop breathing. All reservation flew out of my mind, and I pushed up to kiss him. We both let out long exhales when our mouths finally touched. The inevitability of the moment tightened around me; everything felt right. This was always going to happen.
It was just a matter of time.
Tom groaned and ran his tongue across the seam of my mouth. I opened for him and as my tongue touched his, I felt a shiver run all the way through my body. I tried to get closer, with my arms around his neck, pressing forward. He brought his hands down to my ass and pulled me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he began to walk us up the steps.
“Are you okay with taking this to my bedroom?” The uncertainty in his voice just got me more turned on.
“Yes,” I answered wildly and he laughed at my eagerness. As he got to the second floor, I saw what looked like a dining room/kitchen combo, but he kept going to a third floor. When we got there, he walked us into the first room off the hallway. As he lowered me to the floor our eyes locked and for the first time ever, I felt like a man was looking at me as if I was everything he wanted.
“I can’t describe what it’s doing to me to have you in my bedroom right now.” He was panting a little bit. I assumed it was from the exertion of carrying me up the stairs, but his eyes were smoldering. He bent down to kiss me again, and I opened up for him, already wanting to get to the fucking part. I pulled at his sweater as he ran his teeth down my neck, making me shudder.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I said, tugging on them as he laughed. He pulled back from our kiss to pull his sweater off. Once his chest was bare, I stepped back to take a goodlook at him. A curse escaped my mouth when I saw him in all his shirtless glory. His chest was strong and sculpted with a salt-and-pepper pelt covering his pecs. He had a thin trail of hair that went down the center of his flat stomach. When he finally bent down to peel his pants off, I got a glimpse at that fucking glorious cock I’d been fantasizing about for weeks, barely restrained by his briefs. All I wanted was to get down on my knees and worship him with my mouth.
“Dejame verte Camilo,” he said, in a throaty whisper. He wanted to see me, too. I started taking pieces of clothes off as he watched, palming his crotch.
When I took my tank off, he sucked in his teeth and came forward to run his fingers over the tattoo on my chest. It was a piece I’d gotten when I turned twenty-one. Patrice, Nesto, and Juanpa all had the same one. It was a forearm stretching up from my ribs, ending in a hand holding a beating heart right over where the real one was. The heart was covered with the American, Jamaican, and Cuban flags, all blending together. One couldn’t tell where one ended and the other ones began.
Just like me, like all four of us.
“That’s beautiful,” he said, his voice full of awe.
I ran my fingers over it, feeling the familiar roughness right over my heart.
I looked down at it and then at him. “Thanks, I got it a long time ago. The guys, my best friends, each have one. But theirs have their own flags.”
I grabbed the hand he’d been using to trace his fingers over the tattoo and brought it to my mouth, then sucked on them as his eyes scorched me.
He cupped the back of my neck, pulling me close. “¿Que quieres, Camilo?”
WhatdidI want?
Him. Inside me, over me. Tom, everywhere.
I met his gaze and told him. “I want to ride you.” I ran my hands up his chest and then brought one down to that dick I was so thirsty for. He sucked his teeth again, shivering as my hand tightened around him, then bent down to nip at my mouth.
I looked up at him and said all the things I wanted.
“I want to look at your face while I fuck myself on this cock. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since that first night.” I tried to go down on my knees, but before I could he went down on his.
I swayed at the image he made.
He was so big, so powerful, and he was down on his knees, for me. It was heady and intoxicating as hell.
I’d known once I went down this road with Tom things would complicate. He waseverythingI’d ever thought I wanted, andevery single thingI could never see myself with. He threw all my assumptions out the window. I wanted him so much, and the way he was looking at me right now. I wanted to believe in that desire. That it was really all for me.
He pulled down my tights and when he saw there was nothing underneath, he let out a long exhale. He pressed his face to my crotch as he pulled the clingy material further down and off. I was so hot for him and the touch of his tongue, his warm breath on me was making my head pound.
“Tom, babe. Let’s go to the bed.” He didn’t answer, just grabbed my ass, pushing me closer and licked again, then took the head of my cock into his mouth.
