I groaned in frustration when he pulled off me again. He looked up at me from his spot between my legs and said, “You don’t have to hold back. Fuck my face.” He licked a stripe from my taint to my slit, stopping to swirl his tongue around the sensitive head.
“Miguel,” I gasped. “Please.”
He grinned wickedly and took me into his mouth. He bobbed his head, taking me in inch by torturous inch until his nose was buried in my pubes. He looked up at me, took one of my hands, and placed it on the back of his head. Taking the hint, I tightened my grip on his hair and thrust into the wet heat of his mouth. He swallowed around my cock and my eyes rolled back in my head. I couldn’t remember ever getting a blowjob this good.
I watched my dick slide in and out of his mouth. Tears ran down his cheeks and his spit drooled onto my balls. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. He ran his fingers under my sac, gently squeezing and massaging. Then, a single finger traveled over my taint and brushed my hole, lightly circling the puckered muscle. Never in my life had anyone done that, and the sensation was electrifying. Without warning, white-hot pleasure exploded through me. My back arched, and I ground out, “Coming,” letting go of Miguel’s hair in case he wanted to pull off. He choked but held on, swallowing every drop of cum I shot down his throat.
Miguel pulled off and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His cock was hard and angry-looking. I wondered what it would be like to taste him, to have his cock in my mouth. Was I ready for that?
Still on his knees, Miguel spat in his hand and started jerking his cock. “I want to come on you. Are you okay with that?”
“Hell yes,” I said. I levered myself up on my elbows so I could watch. His hand flew over his dick, and it was so hot that my exhausted cock twitched. I was tempted to reach out and take over. Before I could act on my desire, he let out a moan of pleasure and streams of cum erupted from him, landing on my chest and stomach.
When he’d finally wrung himself dry, he fell on his hands, panting. “Best. Morning. Ever,” he said with a broad grin.
Yes. Yes, it was.
CHAPTERTWENTY-SEVEN
MIGUEL
“Shower?” I asked. It was almost eight-thirty, and we had to be at Moonlight by eleven. Zach was covered in my cum, and I was still sticky from the night before.
Zach’s eyes lit up. “Together?”
I had to laugh, mostly at myself. I’d made all sorts of assumptions about how Zach would react to having sex with a man for the first time, and none of them had come to pass. “It’ll be a tight fit, but we can make it work,” I said. I got off the bed and held out my hand.
Zach took my hand and pulled me down on top of him. I squealed and then groaned when he took my lips in a heated kiss. “I don’t mind a tight fit,” he said, palming my ass, his voice husky.
I pushed up on my hands and just stared at him in bemusement.
“What’s that look for?” he asked.
“You seem to be taking this awfully well for someone who just figured out they’re not straight.”
His lips twitched up in a smile. “Probably bisexual.” He shrugged. “I don’t one hundred percent know why I’m not freaked out, but I have an idea.”
“What’s that?” I asked.
His mouth turned down in a frown. “Remember I told you about what happened to Robbie?” I nodded. “Well, I’m pretty sure I had feelings for him back then. But when my dad found out I stopped the beating, he told me I should have let them finish the job.”
My stomach roiled. “Jesus,” I breathed.
He nodded. “Yeah. I’m guessing I shoved down any feelings I might have had for guys after that.”
“But why now? Why me?” I asked. “After all these years, you just decided on me?”
Zach’s smile was so sweet when he answered. “I like you. You’re funny and smart. And you’re just always yourself. You don’t pretend to be someone you’re not.”
My chest felt tight, and I had to blink back tears. “That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.” I lowered myself so I was lying on top of him again. I loved the feeling of his big body against mine. I ran my fingers through the dark hair on his chest. “We’ll never get to work on time if we keep this up.”
He wrapped his arms around me and sighed. “I know. Just a few more minutes, and then we can shower.”
A few minutes turned into half an hour, and we almost didn’t make it on time because the shower turned into mutual hand jobs. We took one car because Zach decided to invite Robbie to meet him at Moonlight at the end of his shift, and then I would join them once my shift was over.
When we got out of the car and headed toward the hotel, Zach held out his hand and asked, “Is it okay if I hold your hand?”
I slid my hand into his. “I’m fine with it. Are you sure you’re okay with outing yourself?”
