“Yes, I deserve your torture. I love it. But please, for the love of God, fuck me.”
“That’s all I needed to hear,” I say, slicking my hard, dripping cock with lube. As much as I wouldn’t mind torturing him for the next several hours, I don’t think I can take another minute of this. “Let me see you, baby.”
He turns, lazily arcing his leg over my head, spread out before me like a feast. He tugs me up for a filthy kiss, and I push inside him. Groaning at the slick, perfect heat, I revel in the tightness of a hole not often used like this. My piercing intensifies the sensations, and I slow down to avoid coming too quickly.
“Fuck yes,” he pants, his face straining and pleasured.
I bottom out, running my hands up and down his chest, tweaking his nipples, caressing his face, kissing his mouth. Slowly, I pull out and thrust back in, loving the slight drag of my cock piercing. Out, in.
He groans, and his engorged cock sways between us. Bringing his long legs around me, he crosses them at the ankles, pulling us close, smashing his cock between our two bellies. I thrust faster and faster, encouraged by the pressure of his heel on my ass and the need in his increasingly louder sex sounds.
“Yes, faster, please, more, more, more,” he chants in Spanish.
I happily acquiesce, snapping forward and tilting up, knowing I’ve hit the right spot when his mouth falls open in a silent scream.
One-handed, I squeeze a bit more lube into my palm and pull away enough to stroke his hard, weeping cock. He clamps around me, and I let go as euphoria punches through me, my dick sensitized by the piercings, intensified by his heavy breaths and pleading eyes.
Tilting toward me, he tongues my nipple piercings, sucking on them, twisting them gently with his lips as I spill inside him. When he snakes his long thick fingers over my ass and down to my guiche piercing, tapping on it, rolling the two metal balls between his fingers, I shout, my body jerking through a soul-shattering orgasm.
Still inside him, I finally collapse, a twitchy, oversensitive mess. He skims his fingers up and down my ass and back, making me jerk uncontrollably, but I can’t find it in me to ask him to stop, loving the electricity he’s pulling from my skin.
“My love, please,” he begs in a whisper, the curve of his lips soft against my ear. “Relieve me.”
Overly relaxed, I let myself roll off to the side, admiring the hardness of his cock, even at this late hour. I take it in my mouth, sucking lazily on the head while my fingers find his hole again. I press inside of him, crooking my fingers just so.
I know he wants more than my soft suckling, but I make him wait, reminding him of the torture he put me through. Finally, he holds my head still and fucks into my mouth. I meet his energy, sucking hard, taking him as deep as he’ll go, knowing I can’t possibly swallow all of him. I add another finger, pressing and swirling against his desperate nerves.
Clenching around my fingers, he floods my tongue with his cream. I moan around the sharp taste of his pleasure, then swallow everything he gives me. Wiping at the corners of my mouth, I tease his shiny sensitive head. It’s his turn to jerk as I press his hips down and make him take my exploring mouth, sucking on his stretched foreskin and pushing the tip of my tongue against his slit and tight frenulum until he taps out.
Grinning, I release him with a pop, then make my way up to kiss him while my fingers play at his hole, loving the way my cum spills from his body.
Questions still linger as we clean up and strip the duvet off the bed, but they can wait. We wrap ourselves around each other, pulling the sheet over us, falling asleep as dawn breaks across the Hill Country.
26
JAVIER
Iwake to a room bright with sunshine. Before even checking my phone, I know it’s well past noon. I rarely sleep in this late—time and circumstances never allow for it. As I lounge here with Levy in my arms, I can’t imagine not having these lazy days with him.
I wish I could explain it. My brain chemistry is forever altered for having met this man. I glance down and realize Levy is looking up at me with a concerned brow and clenched jaw.
Whatever’s going on in his beautiful mind, he’s not feeling the same lovely relaxation, which simply will not do.
“What is this worry on your face, my love?”
He rubs his forehead, trying to hide whatever it is I’m seeing, but his eyes give him away.
“Just a guess, but I bet you are a terrible poker player. Perhaps the worst on the planet.”
“How would you know that? We’ve never played cards together,” he says, grumpy even as he nuzzles in closer.
“Everything you feel is on your face, and something is bothering you. Which means something is bothering me. Out with it.”
He buries his face in my chest, holding on to me tightly.
“When are you going back?”
“To the colonias? I think there’s another set scheduled later this week.”
