Instead of using his hands, Ignacio takes the Twinkie with his mouth, capturing my gaze with a heated look as he bobs up and down before biting half of it and smearing the fluffy white center around his mouth.
“Mm. I love a good cream filling,” he moans, licking his lips.
Pushing the remaining half into his mouth with my thumb, I growl, “Stop playing with your food.”
Grabbing my hand, he swallows the Twinkie, then licks the remnants from my skin before letting it go. Completely out of my gourd, I raise my thumb to my mouth, sucking the tip, tasting the sweetness. Tasting him.
Maybe I could have pulled back before now, stopped the fucking runaway train before it went off the tracks. But the small taste of him on my tongue…that’s the breaking point.
Panting, possessed, I attack his mouth, moaning wantonly as he kisses me back with equal passion. I snake my hand behind his head and pull him impossibly closer, plundering his sweet mouth. He rolls his hips, and I let him, angling my thigh between his legs, giving him something to hump against.
His practiced cool gives way to a feral sexuality that nearly has me coming in my pants. I pull back, and our eyes lock as his breaths become increasingly ragged, our hold on each other—physically, sexually, hell, psychically—unbreakable.
He’s so fucking close. I can see it in the widening of his pupils.
“Come for me, Ignacio,” I roughly whisper in his ear before pushing my tongue past his waiting lips.
I grip him tight as he hunches against me, profane and perfect. With one final grunt, he pulls away from the kiss, pressing his face into my neck, gripping me tight as his body bucks and shivers through his orgasm.
I hold him as he goes limp, supporting his body until his muscles work again. Then I hold him for a moment longer. Because I have to.
“See how satisfying it can be to properly earn your treats?” I whisper, nosing his ear.
“Mm-hmm,” he says, still clutching my shirt tightly.
My heart pounds and alarms go off in my brain as the reality of what I’ve done finally hits me. I didn’t just crossaline. I crossedtheline. Breathing heavily, I tuck in his shirt and straighten his collar, avoiding his eyes.
Swallowing, I step back.
“I’ll be watching your water consumption,” I warn, my voice a cracked husk. “Continue to send updates, and don’t get cute with your sugar intake.”
“Yes, Dr. Barlowe,” he says, equally breathless as he lets go of my arm.
“As for the sunscreen, try your best to apply it by yourself. We will work out a schedule to address your flexibility.”
“Yes, Dr. Barlowe.”
“Good boy.” I take another step backward, still avoiding his eyes. “I’m glad I ran into you today, Ignacio. Keep up the good work.”
I turn on my heel and walk to the truck with Wild Heart emblazoned across the side, my hands shaking. I’m glad there are no small children around because my pants do nothing to hide the outline of my raging erection.
The mere pressure of my underwear is nearly enough to trip my wire, and I’m reminded of a small detail from my therapy sessions with him. I am circumcised, and he is not.
I’ve never been intimate with an uncircumcised man, and I admit that curiosity has the better of me. Climbing into the truck, I imagine what would happen if I ordered him to slide his foreskin over my bare cock…fuck.
I start toward home, quickly realizing I’m risking an accident if I don’t get control of the situation in my pants. Pulling over, I unzip with shaking hands and push my shirt aside. I’ve barely started stroking when the orgasm hits and cum paints my belly as a gravelyIgnaciocrosses my lips. I let it dry on my skin, reveling in the tight sensation all the way home.
13
NACHO
Ipull into the scruffy little RV park, my head oddly silent. I can’t believe he went for it in broad daylight. I don’t know what that means.
Making my way up the stairs, I open my door. The cold cum sliding around in my underwear is uncomfortable, so I go directly to the little shower closet, shimmying out of my clothes as the water heats. When I finally step under the hot stream, I’m relieved and a little sad to wash away the evidence.
I don’t have a large enough hot water heater to indulge in a long, moody shower, so I clean myself as quickly as possible, then step out into the steamy hallway. Wiping down the mirror on the back of the bathroom door, my cock twitches at the sight of my swollen red lips.
I saw the moment he couldn’t hold back another second. I’ve never had somebody look at me like that. I lazily stroke myself to a half-hard state, remembering the strength in his arms, the way hetookme in that kiss, the taste of his tongue in my mouth, and the way he gave me permission to get off against him.
