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Maybe it isn't real and Phillip will eventually make me regret straying from mycan'tlistand the safety of my rules. But this morning, for the first time ever, my house felt like mine, and in order for me to be sure he's the reason, I need to have him in it again.
Twelve
Phillip
Waking up next to Antonio is heaven. I'm so hard and needy, feeling his cock against my back. I rut against the pillow between my legs, trying to decide if I should wake him up to help me or take care of my issue myself. He looked so exhausted last night when we finally got back to the house. I didn't know if he'd actually bring me back here or not, but I'm glad he did. Even though he was tired, he still made dinner, and to my surprise it was enchiladas.
We started something together without meaning to and it feels like a plan for our future. It had me giddy inside, watching him roll up the corn tortillas while smiling at me. Giddy and terrified. What if I'm still a job to him? What if it's all I'll ever be? He fell asleep reading one of my brother's books last night. Not realizing I was awake, he turned on the lamp and pulled it out of the nightstand. The way his fingers dragged across each sentence tore a hole in my heart. Lucian was a wonderful person. Betterthan me. Of course Antonio continues to love him and hold a special place for him in his heart.
He was his husband after all, and I'm the problem he's had to take care of the last month. One he probably feels he can't get rid of. Instead of touching me, he was giving all his attention to an old book my brother probably only read once. Lucian was that kind of person. One and done. Never a re-reader. He used to tell me life was too short to go back to things you've already experienced once. I guess his statement applied to everything except Antonio. And it wasn't until recently when I finally understood why he made an exception, going against his life’s motto.
Antonio is definitely an experience you can't have only once. His cock slips lower, teasing my crack, and I bite back a moan. His snores tell me he's still asleep, and I'm feeling uncomfortable in my own skin, needing to release my own frustrations. I wanted him last night but he pretended to fall asleep before me. I came back from using the restroom to him lying on his side on top of the covers with his eyes closed. He didn't move when I took off my clothes or stroked his cheek, cuddling against him.
He has less clothes on, lying under the same blanket as me with only the thin layer of his underwear separating our skin. Fuck, I need him. The weeks I went without seeing him, I waited until I was the last one awake to jerk myself to sleep. Being this close only makes me more desperate, and I'm not sure my hand will ever be enough again.
I circle my hips, rubbing my bare ass over his erection. He's so hard and needs me just as much. I shove the pillow deeper between my thighs, rocking against it, not holding back my sounds this time. Fucking between the folds of the pillow, my ass hits Antonio's cock harder with each thrust.
The room falls away from me, and as I roll my hips again, nails sink into my thigh and Antonio's cock slips inside me in one thrust, lubed and stretching me wide. Too lost in my own pleasure, I didn't hear him move, but it couldn't have taken him much to grab the small bottle from the nightstand and slick himself up. He pounds into me harder and I go slack between him and the pillow, losing all control of my muscles. Fingers stroke my nipple, teeth scraping my neck as our bodies create hot squelching sounds. Him fucking in and out of me sounds so dirty.
“Getting yourself warmed up for me this morning I see. From here on out, you don't get to use that cock until I say you can. This body is for me to play with. Not you or anyone else.”
My heart threatens to explode in my chest. His words may not be real but his strong possessive hold on me is. “Did you hear me, boy?”
“Yes,” I say, almost too quietly, my pulse pounding in my ears.
“Yes what?” He causes my body to jolt when he goes deeper.
“This body is yours, Daddy. I'm yours.”
“That's a good boy.” He licks along my neck and my hole squeezes around him greedily, his words making me feel more alive. We come together like heat and rock, melting into lava. I'm hot and cool all at once the closer I slip to the edge. He sucks on my neck. Skin slaps against skin and my whole body convulses as I come into the pillow.
Two last short thrusts have him filling me with his cum, and I can't wait to feel it spill out of me as we're eating breakfast together. Going slack, he shoves his face into the alcove of my neck and shoulder, his breaths as heavy as mine. “I don't know what we're doing.”
“I think people typically call it sex.”
He huffs, pulling out of me, and I hate how empty I feel. “You know what I meant.”
“I know.” Shoving the pillow away, I turn around slowly. “I also know I like whatever it is and want to keep having it.”
“What is it you're hoping to gain? Is it receiving better treatment? Because if that's the case, I don't make trades with mules or any of the other errand boys.”
“It's having you. All I want is you. Even if it means I have to stay at the warehouse again.” I rub our noses together, resting my hand on his cheek. Sliding a hand in my hair, he looks at me hesitantly. It'll take more than telling him this once for him to believe me. Why's it so hard to believe I could actually want him?
“No matter what happens, you'll never step foot in that place again. I don't know why, but I have this strange urge to protect you, and I can't ignore it any longer.”
“Then don't. Follow your instincts and I'll follow mine.”
“And what might those be?” His lips twitch.
“To be your good boy.”
His lips seal over mine, our warm breaths merging together, tongues hot and wet. We stay lost in each other all morning. Our ferocious kisses turn into more again and he flips me to my back, lifting my legs, rubbing his cock over mine as he kisses my mouth. “You're so wet for me.” He rubs a finger over my hole. “So wet and open. Your slutty little hole needs to be filled again, doesn't it?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?” His tip nudges at my entrance.
Flames lick along my skin. “Yes, Daddy.”
