I'm mentally exhausted. It’s fucked up to say as I exit the facility parking lot, but these last few days call for a six-pack of Budweiser and one of those big, soft pretzels. I make a mental note to stop at the H-E-B in Dripping Springs on my way home.
9
WARWICK
“We have the bunkhouse to ourselves tonight?” Joaquin asks, cupping the back of my head.
I nod, grabbing his shirt and letting him pull me into a kiss. “Abel’s off to spend the night with his girl, and Colt’s got another day or two of waiting on a bed for Destry, so…”
Joaquin deepens the kiss, gripping me with his entire body. The next time I come up for air, I ask, “Want me to give LuLu a call?”
He kisses me, his tongue plundering my short-term memory. “Brilliant idea,” he rumbles, winking at me. “And I’ve got just what we need for an extended night of play with Ms. Multiple Orgasms.”
He places hot kisses up and down my neck while I make the arrangements and send LuLu the coordinates. That squared away, we go at each other, kissing and nipping as we remove articles of clothing. He is, hands down, the best lover I’ve ever had. Well, save for Colt, but for very different reasons.
Joaquin pauses and holds up a finger.
“Babe, if you want me to sit on that, you’ll have to hold it a little lower,” I joke, sinking my mouth down onto the finger in question, giving it a good, long suck.
He laughs, his eyes going a little hooded as I continue to administer to his digit.
“Okay, okay, okay. I just…pendejo, give me my finger back,” he says, yanking his finger from my mouth, laughing into a kiss. Playfully pushing me away, he says, “Let me go get the supplies. I want to fuck you now and still be ready for LuLu when she arrives.”
I raise my hands. “You don’t have to tell me twice, Papi.”
Cuffing the back of my head, he races up the steps and jogs over to his room, returning seconds later with a little blue pill for each of us, lube, and condoms.
True to his word, he chases my first orgasm with his mouth and a couple of well-lubed fingers. I come like a rocket, clearly needing the release, then melt into his cum-stained kisses. This is a warm-up, not even close to the main event.
We stumble over to the bar, and I lean on my forearms, shaking my ass at him. After applying some lube, finger prep, and condoms, he’s pushing inside me, stretching me around his wide cock, an exquisite double-tap of pain and pleasure.
“Jesus, Joaquin,” I say, breathing through the stretch, loving the weight of his chest against my back. “When God made you, he gave with both hands.”
Joaquin inhales sharply, whether at the compliment or at the perfect grip of my ass, I can’t tell. His hands explore my body, and he tilts my chin up and back for a soft kiss. He’s the only lover I’ve got who can go hard and…I guess you’d call it romantic at the same time. It’s like he wants to own my hole while making me feel special, and that’s a sentiment I usually sacrifice with my typical hookups and fuck buddies.
I’m just glad he’s like me, so I don’t have to worry about him getting too involved.
“Ay, Wick. Eres tan precioso. Tan bonito. Tan bello.”
His words are mumbled poems, and I’m not one hundred percent sure of their meaning, but he gets all cute and lovey-dovey right before he comes. I know he doesn’t mean anything by it, but it makes a guy feel special.
“Ay, mi pobre corazon,” he groans out, wrapping his arms around me as his hips roll and shudder.
Most guys are quick to pull out, but not Joaquin. I also think he sometimes gets a little emotional rightafterhe comes. I catch him wiping away a tear in the reflection of the microwave, but that don’t bother me. I just enjoy his arms around me until he can get himself together.
And hell, I amsolooking forward to later. I definitely need something to suck on: a nipple, a clit, an ass, a cock…I don’t care.
Joaquin finally releases me, heading off to the bathroom for some cleanup. I check the time, and just as I’m wondering where LuLu went, our phones go off simultaneously.
LuLu:Sorry, boys. My father had a heart attack and had to be airlifted to San Antonio Memorial. I’m driving my mom to go see him right now.
Joaquin comes out of the bathroom and reads her message over my shoulder, kissing a path up my neck before grabbing his phone. We sit bare-assed on the nice leather couch and text her back.
Joaquin:Darling, I am so sorry. May he have a swift recovery.
Warwick:Can I send some food over to the hospital room?
LuLu:Y’all are the sweetest guys on my rotation. I’m good for now but may need a listening ear later if you’re up for it.
