My hand roams subtly, shrewdly hidden by the lack of light. And because my Angel is perfect—andinfinitelyneedy for me—he parts his legs wider. Just enough for my fingers to slip in between.
Trailing them up and down, gradually, we’re both watching the show, or pretending to. But I couldn’t tell you a single thing Michelangelo is doing or saying. I’m far more invested in the way Angel’s breathing has shifted, and the eager rumbles foronly myears.
He leans into me, appearing as if he’s resting his head affectionately on my shoulder, though I’m watching the slope of his throat in my peripheral. Adam’s apple sliding, perfect flesh I want to leave scattered with black and blue.
“Diablo…” he breathes, this sort of mewl by my ear that throbs my balls. “Touch…”
“Are you wet?” I whisper. He nods, thrusting gently up to my hand. “Is your pussy aching?”
“Si… yes, Daddy,” his voice is like a siren song. A taunting melody for me alone.
“I would love to fuck you right here,” I tell him on a growl. “Sit you on my lap… Stretch you open and just stay still inside, rubbing on your clit until you gush all over my big cock.”
“Jesus, fuck, Diablo…” He snaps his legs closed, trapping my hand. I chuckle and he rasps, “I’m gonna come in my panties if you running yourfilthymouth like that.”
I brush my lips over his earlobe. “Maybe that’s what I want…” Then I flick it with my tongue.
“Mmff… why am I wearing a goddamn bodysuit…?” He grumbles, and I chuckle.
“Guess we’ll just have to wait, hm, love? Until I can get you naked…”
“But Diablo, I want you now,” he whines.
I’m wound up so tight I can’t even think.
So I purr, “Meet me around the corner in five minutes.”
Standing casually, I saunter off, up the steps and around the corner to this small alcove that goes nowhere and is completely dark. Tucking away, I wait for my pajarito. And sure enough, he shows up only moments later, restlessly pawing at me right away.
“We can’t fuck,” he hums. “I can’t get naked right here… not with everyone I know and the damn governor sitting a few feet away.
I snicker, nipping his jaw while I unfasten my belt and open my pants. “Well, I can still touch you…”
I swirl my fingers around on his sensitive spots, turning away, giving him my backside. “Put your fingers in, pajarito.”
“Mmffuck, baby…” He moves in behind me, sucking his fingers. “You’re so fucking hot.”
Leaving them dripping with saliva, he stuffs them into the back of my pants, gliding them between my cheeks.
My head drops forward. “God, yes…youare perfection, baby.”
Angel kisses and licks my neck while nudging his middle finger against my body’s resistance. “Relax and let me in you, Diablo…”
“Uhh… I l-love you,” I stammer when his fingertip breaks in, and he lulls itniceanddeep. Up to the knuckle. “Unnghhfuck, baby,bueno. Touch it…”
He moves his finger, and my loins throb. “Like that?”
I nod fast, biting my lip raw to keep quiet.
“Bend over, Daddy,” he croons. “Let me finger-fuck that ass.”
“Y-yes…Dios…”
Another goes in, thenanother,and I’mwrithinginto the feeling, humping back against his hand like a greedy slut. I don’t even care that I’m leaking in my tux, or that I’m probably going to come all over myself with fingers in my ass a few feet away from hundreds of people.
I’m desperate, needy, and unkempt for this kid. The love of my life.
My every single thing.
