He came to a stop, and the dismay on his face fell away. He snatched his toothbrush, pausing with it in front of his open mouth, “You didn’t…”
The disgust on his face cracked the seal I had on the barely contained hilarity I’d been fighting, and I burst out laughing. I pulled him into my arms.
“No, vato. I didn’t. I’ve tongue fucked your ass and enjoyed every moment, but I draw the line at using your toothbrush.”
“Thank God. That’s just fucking gross.”
I laughed like a hyena, trying to kiss him. It was more like pressing our faces together, but I didn’t care. I’d never, not once, not even with the two women I’d had in my life, laughed so much. I was starting to believe living through the embarrassment of being left at the altar was a gift wrapped in shit.
“You have on too many clothes,” I murmured.
My head dipped to kiss his jaw, pressing my naked cock into him. The material of his boxer briefs was soft, but I wanted to feel his skin, not cotton.
“Get rid of them,” I said, pushing the waistband over his ass.
He tossed the toothbrush he was still holding in the sink before wrapping his arms around my neck. His hands cradled my head, rubbing the buzzed-off hair of my crown. His head fell back onto his shoulders, giving me access to the sensitive skin under his jawline.
“You do it.”
I grunted, giving in. Pissed he was fighting me. I wanted obedience. I’d settle for compliance. What I didn’t want was defiance.
“One day, vato.”
“Maybe,” he muttered, stepping out of his underwear before pushing me into the shower.
Inside, he pushed me to my knees as he fisted his dick. “Suck it.”
Precum bubbled from the tip of his dick, and my mouth watered. I had to have it.Him.Whether I wanted to give him the upper hand. But… I’d give him his moment, then I’d have mine.
I leaned forward, swallowing him in one gulp. The mushroom head filled my throat, yet I forced myself to go further. I gagged around him, and he gripped the hair on the top of my head as he grunted and thrust into my mouth.
“I’m in charge.”
I shook my head, my teeth grazing his dick.
He moaned, and I smirked around the cock buried in my face.
“Do you remember your safe words? Hmm. Never mind. That pretty mouth is filled.”
He thrust into me again, holding himself in place and blocking off all my air. He eased off, and air rushed in.
“Taps it is. Do you understand?”
I tapped his leg, and his face bloomed. “Good. I’m sick of that bossy ass mouth of yours. I’m gonna teach you not to tease me like you did.”
My face screwed up in a scowl, and I shook my head again, as much as I could, anyway. His fist was still knotted in my hair. He held me in place, fucking into my throat over and over. The shower kept the snot, tears, and drool cleaned off, for the most part. Had we been in bed, he would’ve seen it all. He saw enough as it was.
“God, you look good on your knees. You take my dick so good, Papi.”
I bristled at the praise. This was his spot. Those words were mine. I needed him to fucking get with the program.
I didn’t mind sucking his dick. I fucking loved it. He abused my face and throat, and I’d be lucky not to have bald spots I’d need to shave my head to conceal, but I wanted him at my mercy.
I swallowed around him. Our gazes locked, but his head dropped back against the shower wall, and I caught sight of my weapon of revenge. I grabbed the bottle of lube. I fumbled it as he moved me over his dick, finally getting it open. I dumped some in my palm, coating my fingers. Thankfully, it was oil-based.
“Fuck! I’m close. Stroke yourself, Hayden.”
I shook my head, my fingers finding their way between his legs to tease his hole. Wasting no time, I worked him open, brushing his prostate in rhythm with his thrusts. My dick screamed for release, but I ignored it and redoubled my efforts to get him off.
