Page 43 of A Coffee Away

I sucked them, my unique essence filling my mouth as he thrust his shaft deep inside me.

I moaned as he grabbed my nape and pushed my face down on the sofa. With one hand, he gripped my hip, and with the other, using my cum as lube, he started stroking me again. He thrust in and out of my ass with such strength that the whole sofa moved.

“Fuck, Robbie. I can’t get enough.”

His body smacked into mine again and again, and a current built inside me as a new orgasm was about to hit.

Esteban fucked hard, and my body was addicted to him. He fell on top of me, his thrusts deeper as his whole weight was on me.

My eyes rolled as the most intense orgasm ever overtook me. “Fuck!” I screamed and came all over Esteban’s hand.

Esteban pulled out and turned me to face him as he stroked himself.

The eroticism as he groaned and spilled all over my chest was profound. He gently caressed my chest as if marking me, then he sat and pulled me onto his lap. We stayed there for long minutes until our breaths calmed and our hearts mellowed.

“I love you.” He kissed my temple.

I stiffened and froze as the words swept through me. His eyes were a mix of love and something else—vulnerability.

He loves me.

I touched his cheek and pulled him to me by the nape. I kissed him. “I love you too.”

He smiled, his dimples more evident than ever. His eyes shone like the sky as he held me in a fierce hug.

We stayed there for a long time, then he led me to the shower.

In our bed, before sleep overtook me, his voice reached my heart. “You’re everything to me.”

Chapter 10: A Real Family

Robbie

Esteban’s laughter reached me as I finished another of his poems. He’d finally let me read his work, and it was amazing.

The rich aroma of coffee wafted through the shop as he brewed behind the counter. I glimpsed his black hair behind the machine as he joked with Gaby.

I spent most of my mornings here unless I was in the middle of a piece. He always made my favorite—hot mocha with oat milk. It was creamy and rich, the hint of chocolate just enough to quell my cravings. I was obsessed with it.

“Did you like that one?” Raúl asked me.

I smiled. “Definitely. It has a hint of sadness in it, but then it transforms into strength.”

Raúl nodded. “He wrote that one after a bad breakup.”

I widened my eyes. “Someone broke up with him?”

I glanced back at Esteban. He shared stuff with me about his family and friends but not his love life. He said that was in his past and that he wanted to focus on his present. On me.

I didn’t give it much thought because he might have had experiences he preferred to bury and never revisit. But it didn’t mean I wasn’t curious, more so now that Raúl mentioned it.

Raúl chuckled. “Hard to imagine, right? Who’d let go of that piece of ass?”

Raúl and Esteban met at the university. They did hook up once, but it was years ago, and it didn’t work, so they stayed friends. They were like brothers.

“You know you’re lucky as fuck. Many want Esteban, but he’s been playing hard to get for years now.” He jerked his chin toward Esteban’s book. “That one broke his heart, and it took years for him to bounce back.”

I flexed my fingers over the book, hoping to hell whoever harmed Esteban had suffered by his own karma. “When did it happen?”