Page 158 of Raspados & Regret

“Este culito me quiere tragar entero, nene,” he growls.

I laugh into the pillow. “You like it.”

“I fucking do.”

A second finger slides in, I hiss, and the sound makes him stop. I reach back and slap his thigh.

“Don’t stop.”

“I’m making sure I don’t hurt you, mandoncito.”

“Your boyfriend is demanding.”

He freezes for half a second, then his fingers curl, and my hips jerk.

“Oh, fuck.”

His mouth presses against my shoulder. “Say it again.”

“Your boyfriend?”

“Yeah.”

I push back on his fingers, shamelessly. “Your boyfriend needs your dick.”

He groans. “There’s that dirty mouth.”

“Fabián.”

“I know.” His fingers pull out, and I hear him grab for something off the nightstand. Peeking to the side, I watch as he cleans his finger and then adds more lube to his palm. I hear the slick slide of his hand around him, and my breath starts coming too fast. The room feels too hot, too small, too full of want. He shifts behind me, thighs bracketing mine, one hand on my hip.

Then he pauses, and I look over my shoulder, his eyes are on mine.

“Porfa,” I whisper. “Entra en mí, papi. Te necesito.”

He presses in, slow at first.

Then the stretch burns, opening into delicious heat. My hands clench into fists in the sheets. His barbell drags over nerves already trained from the first time, already ruined for anybody else, and my body clenches hard around him.

Fabián curses under his breath.

“Fuck, nene.”

“You feel that?” I gasp.

“Yes.”

“Good.” I push back, taking more. “Then move.”

The first thrust snaps my breath out, and the second makes the bed hit the wall. We both freeze but then quickly remember that there’s no one here to catch us.

Fabián laughs once, dark and breathless.

“Fuck,” he says. “We can be loud here.”

Heat blooms everywhere, and I turn my face into the pillow and grin.

“Prove it.”