Page 76 of Serving Bunt

I added a second finger inside his ass, curling them just right. The broken sound he made went straight to my own aching cock. Saliva dripped down my chin as I worked him, dripping down to his balls in a messy, obscene way that should’ve embarrassed me but, instead, made my tip leak.

I was so hard it hurt.

But first, I needed to hear him fall apart.

“Me haces perder la cabeza,” he cried out, rocking his hips up in shallow thrusts.

I pulled back to catch my breath. “Translation?”

“You drive me crazy.”

“In a good way?”

“In the best way.” His eyes darkened and he smiled devilishly. “Get up here.”

Before I could protest, he hooked his hands under my arms and hauled me off my knees like I weighed nothing. Within seconds, he had kicked his pants off the rest of the way and rid me of mine. When we were both finally naked, he tugged me down to straddle his lap, swallowing my surprise with a kiss.

This wasn’t like the quick, hungry kisses we had shared before. This one was deeper. Slower. His lips were soft but insistent, parting mine with gentle pressure that quickly turned demanding.

I groaned into his mouth when our cocks brushed together, and he swallowed the sound like he wanted to keep it.

You can have it, Peter. You can have all of me.

One of his hands slid up my back, fingers splaying wide across my spine, pulling me closer until there wasn’t an inch of space between us. His other hand cupped the back of my neck, tilting my head just enough to deepen the kiss.

I tasted myself on him from earlier, and the filthy realization made me shudder against him. His tongue swept into my mouth, slow and thorough, like he couldn’t get enough.

That made two of us.

I kissed him back just as desperately, my hands roaming over his shoulders, his chest, the smooth, warm skin of his shaved head. I loved the way he felt under my palms. When I dragged my nails lightly down his back, he moaned, the sound vibrating through both of us.

“Again,” he groaned against my lips.

I scraped my nails down his back a second time, a bit harder now, dragging them from his shoulders all the way down to the dip above his ass. Diaz arched into the touch with a low, broken sound.

“Fuck, yes,” he hissed, biting at my bottom lip. “I love when you do that.”

The praise made my face flush and dick twitch. I did it again, slower this time, letting my nails catch on his skin just enough to, hopefully, leave behind faint, red lines that he would feel tomorrow.

If I couldn’t claim him publicly, I could at least mark him as mine in private.

Apparently, that was exactly what he wanted, too. He rewarded me with another deep, filthy kiss, tangling his tongue with mine while his hand tightened on the back of my neck.

We stayed like that for what felt like forever. Kissing, grinding, my nails dragging down his back every time he begged for more. Our cocks slid together, but we didn’t rush. It felt too good just to be close like this, our mouths hungry and bodies pressed tight.

Finally, Diaz pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against mine, both of us breathing hard.

“Fuck, Matty,” he whispered, voice wrecked. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

“You do it to me, too,” I breathed. The words slipped out before I could overthink them. “All the time.”

Diaz’s eyes darkened with something fierce and tender at the same time. He kept them trained on me as he slid his hand between our bodies and spat into his palm.

Holy hell.

The sheer filth of it sent a fresh wave of heat rushing straight through me.

Diaz grinned wickedly. “You like that?”