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Throwing my head back, a deep belly laugh rumbles out of me. Gripping myself at the base, I line myself up. “What’s the matter, cariño?” I sink into him in one go, his eyes widening as he fists my sheets, a cry falling off his lips. “You don’t want to hear how tight your little cunt is wrapped around my cock? How you’re still wearing my cum from last night, and how I can feel me inside you with every thrust?”
His hands fly up, covering his face as he grumbles incoherently.
Glancing down, I’m mesmerized as I watch my dick be swallowed by his tight fucking hole. It’s such a beautiful sight to see. It’s rimmed red and still slightly swollen from last night, stretched wide to adjust to me, and he takes me so well.
My hand wraps around the back of his thigh, pushing until it’s practically resting on his chest, my other hand planted beside his head as I fuck into him hard. When he finally removes the hands from his face, he looks so fucking gone. His pupils devour his irises as he gazes up at me, brows pinched tight, and jaw slack.
“Your cock feels amazing.” His words come out breathless, and it’s like music to my ears.
When he wraps a tight fist around himself, a growl tears its way up my throat as I slap it away, replacing it with mine. Jacking him firm and fast, I ask him, “You wanna come, baby?”
“Yes… yes, please.”
Molten lava pools in my groin with an overwhelming urge to come, but I stave it off, wanting him to go first. “Come, then,” I grit out. “Milk my cock, cariño. Put that hole to use.”
He spills onto my hand, his eyes slamming shut, lips parting as the most beautiful moan rolls out of him. That’s all it takes for me to follow right behind him, a shudder tearing through me as I empty deep inside him.
Pulling out, I revel in the way my cum drips out of him. It’s filthy. He pulls the covers over him as I climb out of bed, heading to the bathroom for a rag. Like last time, I clean him up, then me. He watches me while I do it, an unreadable expression on his face.
I swat at his ass once I’m finished. “C’mon. Time for a shower.” Heading toward the door, his voice stops me in my tracks.
“What?” he scoffs.
Making sure to wipe the grin off my face, I turn to face him. “You know… shower. Shampoo, body wash. Get clean?”
Not giving him any more time to protest, I spin back around and walk into the en-suite. After turning the water on, I grab two plush deep red towels out of the closet, setting them outside the shower. Finally, after a few minutes of me wondering if he’s going to ignore me altogether, he pads into the bathroom, barefoot and still naked, looking less than amused with me.
I chuckle, reaching over to pinch his cheek. “Aw, cheer up, cariño. You’re always so serious. Maybe you could keep a man if you let loose every once in a while.”
His face screws up. “Fuck you, Mateo. God, you’re such a fucking—”
“Asshole,” I finish for him, deadpan. “Get in before my patience wears thin, and I beat your ass raw with a paddle to teach you a lesson.”
His eyes darken at the same time he rears back, like he doesn’t know if he should be turned on or offended by that. Regardless, he steps under the stream, with me following. The hot water feels exceptional on my tired and achy muscles, and it’s an added bonus that he looks fucking delectable, dripping wet in front of me.
With his hands clasped in front of him, shoulders hunched over, unease radiates off him. He picks the weirdest times to be awkward. I can be three fingers deep in his ass while he’s restrained to my bed posts, but a shower is too much?
“Turn around,” I instruct him as I reach for the shampoo bottle.
Narrowing his eyes, he glances down at my hands before dragging his gaze back up to meet mine. “Why?”
I roll my eyes. “Can you just do what you’re fucking told?”
Still look skeptical, he purses his lips, slowly spinning until I’m left with a fantastic view of his tight ass. I have to resist the urge to bend down and bite a chunk out of it.
Closing the distance between us, I set the bottle down before lathering my hands up, bringing them up to his scalp. His whole body stiffens the moment my fingers slide into the strands, and I have to hold back a laugh.
“Why are you washing my hair? You don’t need to wash my—”
“Fuck,” I groan. “You’re impossible. Will you please shut the fuck up and let me take care of you for five fucking minutes. Then you can go back to hating me after.”
He huffs his annoyance, but says nothing else as I get to work, massaging his scalp and cleaning his hair. Eventually, he relaxes, his head lolling back, eyes closed. After I’m done with hair, I move on to his body, which makes him stiffen all over again, but in a completely different way. I drop to my knees to get his legs and feet, his cock jutting out in front of my face, taunting me. His cheeks are bright pink as he gazes down at me, lip pulled between his teeth.
Standing back at my full height, I bring my hand to his stiff length, washing the one area left. His bright blue eyes flutter closed, a content sigh coming from him as I half stroke, half wash. I pull away, letting him rinse the suds off before letting myself take it too far. We just had sex; there’s no reason why I’d need to take him again so soon.
That’s nuts.
Once I’m done with him, I tell him where he can find a change of clothes, and he gets out, letting me wash myself. Alone with my thoughts, I’m not quite sure what to make of this situation I’ve gotten us into. All I know for sure is I wouldn’t mind one bit if this blizzard kept on for a few more days…
