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“Alright, I'll hold you. But only because you're hurting my ears again.”
His laughter changes to a sweet hum when I press my front to his back and wrap my arm around his waist. My nose lands in the back of his hair. He smells of hotel shampoo and cherry. I listen out for Gio’s phone for the next hour, trying not to concentrate on the fact that there's only a sheet in the way ofme and Phillip's naked body. No calls ever come and instead of spending the rest of the night in the chair as I’d planned, I stay where I am, convincing myself he'll wake up if I move.
I'm doing this to keep him sleeping so I can get my job done easier. That's all. For my job only.
Seven
Phillip
Sunlight breaks through the windows when I open my eyes. I'm in a position that will definitely not help my morning wood. My cheek is pressed against a hairy chest and when I turn my head, I can see down his shirt. Antonio’s big pecs squeeze together and a trail of hair leads under his pants. What will it feel like to follow it with my tongue?
He squeezes me tighter, and his hard bulge rubs over my cock. Somehow he ended up under my sheet. Antonio doesn't only have his arm wrapped around me, his leg is too, hooking on to me like he's afraid of letting go. How I wish that were true. He can't control what he does in his sleep. Hell, I barely can control myself awake, and a moan crawls up my throat when I finally realize I'm rocking my hips. Fuck, the friction feels good, and I can't stop rubbing against him like a damn bitch in heat.
What if I tell him I need this in order to wake up? Or would he rather me be calm and collective right now? I'll say whateverright words I need to in order to keep this going. A sexy sound slips from his lips and he thrusts forward, fucking against me. I'm buzzing all over, needing him to touch me more.
His eyes flash open, dark and full of lust. “Phillip?”
“Yeah,” I rasp, moving in unison with him.
His lashes flutter and he digs his nails into my skin. “What are you doing, burrito?”
“It's not only me.” I rub my lips over his, sliding a hand in the back of his shirt.
“We need to stop.” He doesn't move away though and I reach between us, undoing his pants.
“But I'm so close, Daddy.”
“Don't,” he says, doing nothing to stop my hands from pulling his cock out from his underwear. He's leaking and hard.
“I need it. We both do. I'll feel so much better than your hand.” I line our cocks up together, wrapping my fingers around both, sliding up and down. Skin slaps against skin and I slick my fingers with spit to help us glide easier.
“Is this the part where you pull out some weapon you hid behind your back and stab me with it?” His breaths quicken the faster I go, and before I know it he's moving with me again, thrusting up against me, our cock heads rubbing together.
“Fuck, I knew you'd be kinky, but I wasn't expecting that.”
He blows warm air against my lips, and as I attempt to seal them over his, he moves his face. His eyes are wild and his body is warmer than before.
“I want to come but only when you tell me to.” I bury my face into his neck, chasing my pleasure, heat building up so much in me I feel as if I'll burst at any moment.
“We shouldn't be doing this.”
“It's helping me wake up. No donuts or hotel coffee needed. You want me to wake up, don't you?”
“I do. It's a busy day.” He shudders, his fingers playing with my nipple.
“What else do you want, Daddy?”
“I want… mm… fuck. I want you to come for me.”
Heat pools in my groin, and my cock twitches against his. I'm coming so hard, I nearly black out. My brain goes from this blank space to sparks flying everywhere. I'm spiraling more out of control as he continues to use my spent and overly sensitive cock to get off. He's using me. Something I only thought could happen in my dreams.
“Use me, Daddy. Use my body to come. I want to feel you all over.”
“Jesus,” he says, shaking while rubbing himself between my cock and hand, moaning through his own orgasm. He doesn't stop rocking into my hand until he's milked every drop from his cock, covering both of us. Me more than him. If there's a next time, I'll make sure it all goes in my mouth. Going slack, he releases his arm from around me. “We can't do this again.”
Before I can ask why, the phone by the TV rings and he rushes off the bed to answer it. His cock is still hanging out of his pants and he shoves himself back in his underwear when he catches me looking.
“Hola. Si, this is Gio.” He pauses to listen to whoever is on the other end. “Yeah, I got the boy. He's with me now. Tell me where to meet and when, then I'll be there.” Another pause. “Uh huh.” Rubbing his eyes, he turns around, zipping up his jeans. “I know where that is. Kind of far, nah?”
