“I was fooling myself. Life is hard enough, you know?” A sweet yet sad smile tipped up the side of Rico’s mouth that was not buried in the pillow. “It didn’t make sense without you.”
Once again between Rico’s legs, Adam spread him wide, exposing his dark pink hole. He licked across its quivering opening, loving Rico’s taste, his warmth, his trembling, damp skin. He alternated between soft openmouthed licks across and around the rim and spearing deep inside. Rico’s soft, needy sounds spurred him on to show this man how much he was loved.
“I need to see you.”
Sitting back on his heels, seeing Rico limp, eyes hazy with desire, looking so damn beautiful and free from all the tension of the past few days, Adam wished he could keep him like this forever. Joy flew into his heart and found a home.
The emotions of the moment shook him; even putting on the condom and touching himself proved painful as he was so turned on, so ready. He hovered over Rico and kissed him. He tasted like warm summer days, cool long nights, and everything turning out right for once.
“When I think about a future and being happy, it’s you I’m with. Only you.”
“Me too.”
They hadn’t settled everything between them, but Adam had no lingering doubts of Rico’s feelings. Not when Rico trailed his fingers down his jaw and swept the pad of his thumb over Adam’s lips, while his body quivered and his lips curved up in a smile that finally reached his eyes.
Kissing the palm of Rico’s hand, Adam smiled then. “Funny thing about love; it happens whether you like it or not.”
Rico grasped his neck, pulling him even closer. “Good thing I kind of like you.”
Adam kissed him softly on the corner of his mouth. “Yeah. Good thing.”
The head of his cock breached Rico’s hole, and Adam pushed inside, hearing Rico’s sudden gasp, then groan of pure pleasure.
“Oh yeah. Come on.”
Rico’s hand clutched at his thigh, pulling him closer. The tight, soft heat of Rico’s passage drew him in, stretching to accommodate his dick, and as he sank inside, Rico locked his ankles around the small of his back. Adam began a steady rocking motion, the aching pulse of desire building inside him as he continued the slide in and out of Rico’s body. He bent Rico upward, forcing his dick in farther than ever.
“There, right there,” Rico panted out, his cock trapped between their bodies. “Ahh, fuck.”
Wetness spread over Adam’s stomach, and Rico arched up, shaking with the force of his orgasm. The sight of his face filled with raw passion, eyes squeezed shut, never ceased to inflame Adam, turning him on like no one ever had. Or could.
“Oh, God.” The deep-seated ache spiked, sending shards of painful pleasure through his veins. He spun out of control and shattered, barely feeling Rico’s arms coming around to hold him tightly. Plastered together, skin to skin, drenched in sweat, Adam had never been so alive.
“It’s crazy how I fall apart when we’re together,” Rico whispered, sounding hesitant, and Adam wanted to give him a world full of wonder and love.
“Funny,” he said, smiling into Rico’s face. “Being with you makes me whole.”
Rico wrapped his arms around Adam and kissed him.
Chapter Twenty-One
“We do haveto get up sometime, you know.” Rico stretched lazily but made no movement to follow through on that statement.
Adam yanked him close and began kissing the back of his neck. “Says who?”
Since he showed up, they hadn’t made it out of bed except to use the bathroom, and from the hard-on pressing into the cleft of Rico’s ass, Adam seemed to have no desire to change that situation anytime soon. Yet Rico shocked himself and with regret, twisted out from under those decadent warm lips playing havoc with his throat.
“I think we need to talk.”
The kisses stopped, and Adam sat up, giving Rico an eyeful of his flushed pink skin and cherry-red-tipped nipples. “Uh, I thought we did last night. I said I loved you, and you said it back. Problem solved.”
“I’m not talking about that.” Rico fell back on the pillows, staring up at the ceiling, wishing they didn’t need to have this conversation. But he had to give Adam the reason why he’d behaved like such a shit to him. He hoped Adam would understand.
A crease bisected Adam’s smooth forehead, and his eyes gazed back at Rico with a puzzled expression. “Oh? Okay.” He stretched out on his side, hand propping up his chin. “I’m listening.”
Nervous sweat dampened Rico’s skin while his mouth dried.Damn.He wasn’t used to being this vulnerable.
“Uh, well, you know I’m from Miami. My parents are both first-generation Cuban-Americans. They were raised very conservative and totally assimilated into American society; that meant no speaking Spanish at home, only English. I got the music lessons, sports camps, sending me to only the best American private schools…that kind of stuff. Both my parents were lawyers; before my mom was killed, she was slated to become a judge.”
