Page 114 of Damián

To make him want me again.

“Unzip your pants,” I order him, my lips brushing his.

“What for? So you can fuck up again?” he glares at me, though his face is flushed, his body is leaning toward mine, and his eyes are hooded with the same level of desire I’m feeling.

I step closer, leaving absolutely zero space between us. “Oliver, I promise we’ll talk about that later, but for now, unzip your fucking pants.”

He swallows hard… And without breaking eye contact, his hands drop to his waist, and the sound of his zipper sends a jolt down my spine.

The second his pants drop, I go for his neck, and he moans. I lick a stripe up his throat and bite down on the sensitive skin, making him shiver.

“Unzip mine,” I whisper against his neck, and he immediately does what he is told.

He reaches for my waistband; his fingers are shaking, fumbling with the metal zipper like a man who can’t contain his need. And as soon as my pants are open, I slide my hand down into his boxers, freeing him and then myself.

I wrap my fist tight around both of our aching lengths, squeezing us together, and start to move my hand.

“Ahhh, Damián…” Oliver’s eyes roll back, his mouth falls open, and I kiss him again, swallowing his breathy moans.

“We had one fight, you go dark on me, and now are already meeting others?” I ask, moving my fist slower and tighter than before.

“No,” Oliver gasps against my mouth, and his hips grind against me with an uneven rhythm that is driving me wild.

I grip the back of his neck, holding him steady as I grind my hips into my hand, driving the friction deeper.

“Then what the fuck are you doing with another man, Oliver? We’re supposed to be exclusive.”

“It’s not that…” he gasps, completely losing himself to the pleasure, his fingers digging into my shoulders to stay upright. “…Ahhh, Dami …faster.”

I kiss him, hard and deep, moving my hand even faster. Our precum makes the friction disappear, allowing my hand to slide faster and harder. Oliver breaks the kiss to pant, his breath hitching into a moan.

“Did you already get bored with me? Were you planning on doing this with him?”

“Never…” Oliver shakes his head and opens his gorgeous hazel eyes. “I only want you, Damián.”

My chest tightens with his words, and I kiss him again. This time, I wrap my arms under his thighs, carry him the few steps to the leather sofa in the center of the room, and I sit down, pulling him with me so he is straddling my lap.

“Say that again,” I beg. “Say you only want me.” My fist wraps again tightly around both of our cocks, and I maintain a relentless friction as he rocks his hips against mine.

“I only want you, Dami. No one else.”

He is so hot, and his moans are making me lose control.

“Fuck Oliver…”

“Dami,” he moans, and his nails bite into my skin as his body shudders and the orgasm takes him. His cum coats my hand, so I increase the speed while I kiss him as deeply and slowly as I can. A complete contrast to how fast my hand is around our cocks.

Oliver’s eyes close, his head falls back, stretching his beautiful neck, and he moans, completely lost in the feeling. And it is incredible to watch.

He is so sexy and so incredibly raw that I can feel my climax building.

“Say it again,” I groan, pulling his hair, keeping his neck stretched for me.

“I only want you,” he breathes, and I do something I have never done before.

Something I swore I would never do.

As my own climax rips through me, I grip the nape of his neck and bury my face in his neck, licking the skin that the other man was kissing in the picture.