I lean down and lick the stripe of precum spilling down the underside of his shaft, stopping to sip at his slit.
“You taste amazing, baby,” I whisper with a sigh, sliding my mouth down the entire length of him, ripping a tortured whimper from his throat.
I give him one more suck and pull back, putting my cum-soaked finger on his lips.
“No noise. Completely silent. You don’t want to traumatize your abuela,” I say in Spanish.
There’s a knock at the front door, and I listen, cursing under my breath as Gael lets in Javier and Levy.
“So many people. You’ll have to be especially quiet now,” I warn, sliding my fingers into his used hole, gathering my cum from his body. “You don’t want them to know I’m in here, taking you apart.”
He bites back another whimper and valiantly wills himself to go still as I spread my seed over his cock, speeding along my two-fingered strokes, twisting at the head. Pleasure and frustration ripple out along his muscles as he lies motionless.
“Oh look,” I tease, pulling away my hand. I lean in and nudge his sac with my nose, loving the way he smells dripping in my essence. “So tight and ready.”
He sends me a murderous look, and I widen my grin.
“Such an angry little Ant. Maybe we should stop now and join your family. Surely they’re wondering where we are.”
He widens his eyes, losing the attitude entirely, silently pleading with me to continue.
“Hm. That’s what I thought,” I whisper, now wrapping all my fingers around his shaft, loving how his pretty cock looks so small in my hand.
With the full pressure of my hand on him, my poor guy’s having a hard time making his muscles cooperate. Ant’s little body shakes with need, and I bet he’s willing to bargain with the Devil himself for me to fucking let him come.
“There you go, little one. Relax and let me make this feel good for you.”
No longer teasing him, I tighten my grip as I stroke him faster and faster. Within seconds, his entire undercarriage pulses and cum spurts from the tip of his cock like a fountain. I lean in and swallow him, drinking him down until he’s completely, utterly fucking drained.
“You were so good for me, baby,” I whisper, touching my nose to his.
He’s too wrung out and bleary to respond. I chuckle, running my fingertips across his overly sensitized skin. “You are perfection.”
“And you are the Devil,” he finally says, still unable to move.
He opens his mouth to complain more, but I cut him off with a deep, penetrating kiss that leaves no doubt how much I loved doing this with him.
“I’m going to rinse off and bring you a washcloth. You stay here.”
He nods lazily. “By the way, you’re no longer in charge here. I just can’t move yet.”
“I know.” I laugh, kissing his forehead. “I love you. I’ll be right back.”
“Fucking snuggle-Dom,” he grouses, entirely unable to make me take his glare seriously.
“Yoursnuggle-Dom, my love. Only yours.”
27
ANT
Even though I’ve brushed my hair, washed my face, and worn nice clothes, Gael still makes fun of me throughout breakfast. He has to be sneaky about it because of Abuela, but he definitely lets me know that he knows what we got up to this morning.
“There’s no way you know anything. I didn’t make a sound.”
He shakes his head. “I’m talking about the look on your face. You look like somebody who’s just had a Nordic giant take excellent care of him.”
“Shut up,” I say, throwing a breakfast biscuit at him.
