“As it gets, baby.” Macio pulled me into his arms and held me tight. At first, I was so excited to be in his arms again that I forgot where we were and that someone could see us. I tried to step back from him, but he just held me tighter. “I was coming for you when I got back home, Aiden. I had decided enough was enough and I was going to claim what belongs to me.”
“Macio.” I honestly tried to focus on his words and not the masculine smell of his sweat or his half-naked body pressed against mine. I could feel Macio’s body reacting to my nearness just as strongly as mine was to his. “Show me,” I told him.
“Not until you’re truly mine. I won’t share you…”
“There’s no one else, Macio.” He looked so doubtful and I wasn’t sure why. “There’s been no one since you. I promise.”
Macio wrapped his hand around my wrist and pulled me behind him into the stairwell. He was on me as soon as the door closed. He pushed me up against the wall and pressed the full weight of his body against mine before he captured my lips in a fierce kiss. Macio’s tongue sought entrance and I opened to him immediately, eager to re-learn his taste and the texture of his tongue against mine.
I was panting heavily and my dick was leaking large amounts of pre-cum by the time he pulled away. The wicked smile he gave me promised me a night I would never forget as he took my hand and led me up the stairs to the next landing. He repeated his kiss until I was weak-kneed and shaking from head to toe.
Macio opened the door and looked into the hallway to make sure we were alone before he led me to the elevator doors. I could feel his need for me vibrating off him as we waited for the elevator to arrive. Once inside, he removed his penthouse access card from his shorts and pushed it into the card reader slot.
I wanted him to kiss me again, I was sure my eyes begged him to do it, but he wouldn’t risk getting caught on camera and I honestly understood how he felt. “Things will be different this time, Aiden. I promise you.”
Maybe I was stupid for getting lost in the depths of his dark eyes and wanting to believe in him once more, but I couldn’t stop myself even if I had wanted to. My soul cried out for him and it felt like my heart was whole for the first time since I’d walked out of his hotel room in Las Vegas.
Any miniscule amount of hesitation I might’ve had faded the second we were alone in his penthouse suite. I expected him to throw me over his shoulder and carry me off to his bed, but instead, he pressed his forehead to mine. Desire and longing clawed my guts and I felt his answering need for me ripple through his strong body.
“I love you.” His declaration was a broken whisper against my lips. “Tell me you believe me, Aiden.”
I could’ve blamed it on my need to be with him, to be filled by him, but the truth was that I heard the difference in his voice. Hearing that he loved me wasn’t new, but the way he said it was; as if the confession had been ripped directly from his soul. “I believe you, Macio.”
It was the catalyst he needed to lead me to his bedroom where he removed his workout gear and my clothes, then laid me on the bed. “I’m going to wash the sweat off me. You better be here when I get back or I’ll search the entire hotel until I find you.”
I snagged his arm before he could walk away. “Don’t bother showering. I want you just as you are.” I proved it by lifting my head and licking a path of salty, wet skin from his collarbone to his jaw before I sucked his earlobe into my mouth. I tugged until he collapsed on top of me. “Show me with your body what words could never express.”
There wasn’t an inch of my skin he didn’t kiss or part of me he didn’t touch, including the ones deep inside my soul that a human hand could never reach. Macio took his time readying my body with oiled fingers to receive him, even though he shook with the desire to claim me. He was proving to me that things were different and that his needs went well beyond the physical.
Macio’s lips never left mine when he positioned himself between my spread thighs and pushed inside me. I couldn’t help but cry out when he penetrated me and I struggled to adjust to his girth. It had been so long since he had been inside me and he was harder than I’d ever felt him before.
Macio cupped my face in his hands and looked into my eyes. “Mine.” He began to move inside me in long, slow glides, making sure I felt every inch of him rasping over my sensitive, stretched entrance before he brushed against my prostate.
“Yours,” I replied. I lifted my legs higher and wrapped them around his waist, holding him as tightly as I could.
Macio slid both of his hands into my hair and lowered his lips to mine so he could make love to my mouth as surely as he did my body. I felt him in every part of me, from my curled toes to the tips of my hair.
From that moment on, most of the talking was done with our bodies. I touched him everywhere I could reach with my hands while he worked in and out of me. I felt my hot tears streaking down my face and tasted his in our kiss. My orgasm built inside me and I wanted to fight it off, to make it last, but I had been too long without him. I felt Macio’s desperation in the way his body shook against mine.
“I want you to fill me, Macio.”
“Aiden,” he groaned.
Pleasure coiled around my spine and spread through my veins until I knew I would come if he didn’t stop and pull out of me. The wicked gleam in his eyes told me he could tell how close I was to coming all over myself and he wasn’t about to let up.
Macio moved his hands to cup my ass and lift it higher so he could change the angle of his penetration. Instead of grazing my prostate, he pegged it repeatedly until I roared his name and came so hard my vision dimmed.
“Give me everything, Aiden,” Macio said as stream after stream of my cum hit my chest and stomach. He dropped down and licked a drop that even hit my chin. “How did I live without your taste? Never again,” he vowed.
Once my balls were empty, Macio growled deep in his throat as his orgasm ripped through him and he came inside me. He pumped his hips over and over until there was nothing left of him to give me before he collapsed into my waiting arms.
“Jesus, Aiden. Tell me you’re real,” he said, repeating my words from earlier.
Instead of using his same words back at him, I said, “As a heart attack, baby,” which made his body shake with laughter.
“I need a shower,” Macio groaned, but made no move to roll off me.
“I think we could both use a shower and maybe we should do some talking now that we took the edge off,” I suggested.
