“Do it!”
I reached for my dick, and he growled, “I didn’t say you could touch Papi’s cock. That’s my toy. If you want to come, you’ll do it by. Taking. My. Dick,” he growled, punctuating his words with a hard thrust against my prostate.
I couldn’t hold back. I needed to come so bad, and he’d said I could. Eight weeks of pent-up frustration rolled through me, crashing into me and ricocheting like a ping-pong ball. My back arched, forcing his dick into my ass so fucking far I felt like he was splitting me open.
And that was it for me. Cum shot from my dick. Spurt after spurt gushed, landing on my stomach, chest, and chin.
He yanked me into his lap, his arm circling my waist as he held me and thrust up into me. His mouth licked and sucked the cum he could reach before latching on mine. The kiss smothered the long, low groan that rumbled through him and the scream that clawed its way from my chest as my cock continued to jerk with the orgasm he forced to go on and on.
“Papi!” I cried, “Oh my God, it hurts go good.”
He fell forward, catching us as he thrust into me one last time. His hot fluid flooded my channel, oozing out around him until we were sweating, panting, cum-covered messes.
He collapsed to the bed and pulled me into his arms, and I went willingly. His lips pressed against my forehead, and I swore they moved like he said something. Either he muttered it so low I didn’t hear him, or I imagined it until he whispered again.
“A girl.”
“What?” I asked, arching my neck to look at him. He stared at the ceiling, and at first, I thought he didn’t hear me. I knew he wasn’t asleep as his eyes were open. Plus, the fingers of one hand traced my spine while the others played with my hair.
“If we share, it has to be a girl.”
“Okay?”
I truly didn’t care. Like I’d told him, I didn’t even consider gender when it came to who I was attracted to, but I knew he was bisexual. So, did that mean I couldn’t satisfy him long-term, and he needed a woman, too?
“If another man were to touch you, I don’t know if I could keep from taking the guy’s head off.”
“If you don’t…”
“No, I like the idea. I know my need for control and dominance grates on your nerves. But I realized something just now, something that I feel has been there for a while, tickling my mind. Something I refused to consider, but then I saw you today. It grew so fast it was scary. Then it exploded like a supernova.”
“What did you realize?” I asked, scared of what he was going to say. The man was so unpredictable I always felt rocked back on my heels.
“I love you, vato. Do you know why?”
A gasp filled my throat so suddenly I nearly choked. Unable to speak for the tears in my eyes and the emotion flooding my system, I shook my head.
“Because when you submit to me, I know it’s because you crave it, and you want it with me only. It makes me feel like I can conquer the world—as if I’m the most important being in yours. I’ve never had that. No one’s ever made me feel the things you do.”
I rolled on top of him, wincing at the pain in my ass.
“You okay, vato?”
I nodded as I took his mouth in a slow, soft kiss. One so rare because neither of us tried to move it toward something spicier.
When we parted, I stared into those deep, dark, soulful eyes of his. “I love you, too, Papi. And to ease the worry I heard in your voice, you’re the only man I can imagine being with. The only man I have ever been able to let go with like I do. And you’re right, I crave it. I fight it tooth and nail, but yes, I crave it. But only with you. Others have tried, but it never ended well for them. They found their asses out on the street faster than a knife fight in a phone booth.”
“I swear, carinõ. The ways you say things sometimes. It cracks me up.”
I smiled. “Good. Then, I’m achieving my goal. I love to see you smile. But to finish my thought, I don’t know if I chose the role I lived all these years or if the role chose me because of my size and personality. Whatever it was, that’s how it was. I was the one in control. That was my role. Whether I was topping from the top or the bottom didn’t matter.”
I sighed.
“Then I met you. And you took me by storm. My body recognized you’re… the alpha, for lack of a better term. When we’re together, I have to fight the muscle memory that says I’m the top and what we’re doing is wrong. But the submissive guy you crave, he’s always there under all of that bullshit waiting for you to unleash him.”
His gaze flicked as it traveled my face. He toyed with my hair as he chewed his lips. I wanted to give him time to think. I’d word-vomited all that on him. I just hoped we could come to some kind of understanding because, no matter how much alike we were on the surface, we were vastly different. He was my polar opposite when you got to the core of who we were. I wanted to be with him, even if I had to fight to let go of the role I’d grown accustomed to during my life.
“So, how do we going to go about finding this unicorn of a woman who’s gonna take on two tops: one who can be a bit of an asshole and one who has a submissive streak?”
