Page 37 of A Coffee Away

It was a welcome invasion. He trailed his hand up my back and grasped my hair. I moaned as he inserted the other finger, rubbing at my tight hole until it relaxed.

I moved my hips as he fucked me with his fingers, then he pulled out.

He grabbed my right hip and moved his other hand over mine, stroking my shaft as he pressed his body against me.

He let go of my dick. The distinctive sound of lube being squeezed reached me, and I puckered up, ready to at last have Esteban claim me. I clenched my hand on the black satin sheets. My body was taut but expectant.

The brush of his fingers over my hole and his soft caress on my asscheek calmed me.

“That’s it, babe. Relax. Open for me. Let me claim you.” He spoke next to my ear with a possessive tone, then nibbled my earlobe, sending a current of pleasure straight to my balls.

I gasped as his tip pressed against my ass. He gripped my hip, and in one swift move, he pushed his head in.

“Fuck!” we cried in unison.

“Are you all right?” Esteban traced my hip.

“Yes, sir.” I moved back, eager to feel more of him.

Slowly, meticulously, he entered me inch by inch.

The pain radiated around my ass, but pleasure was building, and I let myself relax.

Esteban slid his dick inside me fully until all I could feel was him. Then he stopped and took me in his hand again. My cock was not as hard as before, but he touched me until it was firm, then started rocking inside me.

I moaned as he hit that spot inside me that would take me there.

“You’re so tight.” He groaned.

He clutched my hip with enough force to leave bruises, but I liked it. His strength. His control.

He pulled his cock out until the tip was all that was left inside, then slammed it in, eliciting a cry of pure ecstasy as he hit me deep, his hand still around me, squeezing hard.

The orgasm was so near that I couldn’t breathe. “Please. I need to come.”

“Not yet.” He started pounding harder.

I was screaming in bliss. All the curse words I could muster escaped my lips as he took me hard. But this time, I was ready, and it was not pain but pleasure that grew inside me.

“Please, sir,” I begged.

Esteban bent over me. “Come with me.”

I came hard, spilling on the bed as Esteban growled and filled me with his cum.

His cock pulsed deep inside me for a long moment until he slipped out. He hugged me and lay beside me on the bed, spooning me. Hot kisses seared my nape.

“God, you were magnificent.”

I giggled and turned to him, brushing his lower lip with my thumb. “Thank you. That was…something else.” Out of this world. Mind-blowing. Freaking amazing.

He smiled and kissed my thumb playfully. “Thanks for trusting me.”

He held me against his chest, and we stayed like that, basking in each other until we fell asleep.

Days passed, and it was time to take my art to Mr. Rodríguez, my boss and owner of the gallery where I worked. I’d never met him in person. He spent most of his time abroad, searching for art.

Miguel, the curator I worked with, was co-owner of the gallery and the one who hired me. But for the exhibitions, Mr. Rodríguez had the final say. He’d seen my art in pictures and had agreed to give me a night to show and sell it, but he wanted to meet me in person and see my latest art pieces.