Before the credits can roll, Reuben is unravelling his hand from mine, and my fingers tighten around his instinctively. To stop him. To keep him close. WhenI blink, I realize what I’ve done, but before I can let him go, he pulls my hand to his lips and places a kiss against my knuckles, with that affection in his eyes again.
The gesture makes the room just a bit too warm.
For a moment, we’re both stuck like that, in our own world. He darts his tongue out against my skin and I shiver. He grazes his teeth against my knuckles, all while watching my reaction with a knowing smirk to his lips, and my hard-on worsens.
Ugh.
“I’ll see you tonight.” His words are a promise that makes me envision sinful things before he’s standing to leave the theatre. “Don’t miss me too much until then,estrellito.”
‘Little star.’
I can’t help but wonder why he calls me that. Maybe tonight, I’ll ask him what it means, and why.
But I don’t get the chance to ask, because that night, I meet Reuben at the hotel.
And there isn’t anything I can do to keep my hands off him.
I’m cornering him in the kitchens before he can even look at me properly—taking his lips with my own, sinking my tongue into his mouth, and sliding his hand into my pants so he can feel how hard I am.
“Reuben, fuck me please?” He loves it when I beg for him.
This time is no exception.
We remove each other’s pants between kisses—between desperate bite marks on each other’s neck and shoulders and chest. He always has a packet of lube on him, the whore. He rips it apart to dip two fingers in and slide it into my ass as we stumble to the couch in the living room. But I don’t give him the chance to do anything more, I tug him down by his shirt onto the couch.
My mouth on his cock is new.
I’m not going to pretend I’m a master so I go slowly, licking his tip andtaking him into my mouth. Whenever he put his mouth on me, his teeth never touched my skin. I mimic that now as I try to please him and take him as far down as I can.
“Ngh—” The moment we lock eyes he grinds deeper, stroking my throat with a tortured sound. “You look so fucking hot like that.”
I slide him out of my mouth until my lips are closed around his tip, holding his gaze as I take him deeply again. Until tears prick the corners of my eyes.
“Fuck, baby.” He grips my hair, holding me there, where he knows I can’t breathe. “I love making you cry. Cry around my cock for me.”
He guides me slowly, up and down his length to that spot deep inside my mouth, and though my eyes water, the sight of him—lips parted, nose flaring and completely undone beneath me—makes me shiver.
“I’m trying so hard to go easy on you,” he confesses darkly as he holds me in place a second time—stealing my air and watching me suffocate around his cock. He grinds against me again and I gag, but his grip on my hair tightens before I can pull away.
“Don’t run.”
I gag again, eyes stinging now, but still, he doesn’t let go. He’s watching me with an ecstasy in his eyes that makes my dick twitch violently.
Sadistic bastard.
“If you try so hard, I’ll want to break you, baby.” He releases me and I slide off his cock—trying desperately to see through the blurriness and breathe again.
I’m still trying to catch my breath when he hooks his finger beneath my chin to pull my head up. Though my glare is piercing, he slaps his cock against my face with a sharp sound.
“Don’t tempt me with those eyes.”
Ugh. I grab him by his shirt to pull him down onto the couch and he watches me, stunned, as I climb onto him, hooking one leg over the back of the sofa.
I pull the hem of my shirt between my teeth and my nose flares as I sink hiscock into my ass, inch by inch.
“Chri—baby—”
I’m slamming the rest of him inside me with force that makes my head snap upwards and he moans sharply.
