“Jesus fuck, Cody,” he cried out.
I looked over my shoulder and asked, “Does it feel good, sir?”
Rafael’s eyes rolled in the back of his head as he nodded.
Good.
His thrusts started meeting mine, and the collision of his length into the second hole of my asshole left me gasping for breath. The smacking sound of his body against my ass made me drool. The room echoed with our fucking and it felt dirty and wrong and amazing all at once.
“Choke me, sir.”
Rafael gasped but didn’t stop pounding into me. “Really?”
“Please, choke me, sir.”
He wrapped his hands around my neck, not enough to completely constrict the air, but enough to make me feel totally powerless. A deep, guttural moan escaped my mouth, and I rasped out, “Harder. Harder, sir.”
Rafael fucked like a machine, pounding me into oblivion until his frantic grunts signaled his impending release. I pushed back even harder, wanting him to come as deep inside me as possible. My hand found my length, and I pumped my cock hard while he wrecked my ass until he finally came. I could feel the warmth of his cum fill me, and that’s all I needed to push me over the edge, shooting thick ropes of cum on the bed.
Rafael collapsed on top of me, his cock still throbbing inside my ass, and wrapped his arms around me. “Fuck, Cody. You’re such a power bottom.”
We rolled onto our side, and I giggled. “Who knew, huh?”
Rafael tugged me closer. “Me. I knew, you little knot of nerves. If anyone needed a cock up their butt, it was definitely you. You’d already had a stick wedged up there for most of your life, it’s only fitting that you can take cock like a pro.”
I barked out a laugh because, as much as I hated to admit it, he was right. I never felt more relaxed than when Rafael was fucking me. I just let go with him, and it felt amazing.
He turned my head to his and kissed me on the lips. “Wanna take another shower? This time with me.”
I nodded, knowing my eyelids fluttered in response to my dreamy thoughts of showering and sleeping with Rafael in the same bed.
“Cool. Get that fat ass up and turn on the shower.”
He slapped it, and I howled in pain. “It needs a break!”
His arms enveloped me as he spoke through heaving gasps of laughter. “Sorry. I forgot. The booty needs a break.”
“It does,” I responded.
Rafael nodded and said, “Duly noted, but just know there will be no breaks tomorrow. I’m going to fill you up with so much cum while our parents are gone that it’ll be dripping out of you for a week after.”
As revolting a statement as that was, I also found it oddly romantic, and I couldn’t deny how much it turned me on.
Chapter 25
Cody
Mom and Aunt Sue clinked their mimosas together and cackled. They were having a “girls’ brunch.” Naturally, I’d be serving as the designated driver. I really didn’t mind. Mom rarely saw Aunt Sue now that she had Hank, so I made every effort to encourage their hangouts.
We dined at a cheesy chain restaurant called Pantry House. It was a fan favorite among the ladies who brunched. It was two o’clock on a Sunday afternoon, and these gals were wasted. I was definitely slipping our waiter a twenty for having to deal with about fifty or so drunk people in the middle of the afternoon, Mom and Sue included.
“Waiter! Another round!” Sue’s voice managed to overpower the cacophony of conversation and echo off the fuchsia walls surrounding us. I was pretty sure that my cheeks matched in color. God, I wanted Sue to stop screaming. All she needed to do was smell booze, and she turned into a banshee.
Sue clumsily set the champagne glass on the table, adding more mimosas to the puddle that had accumulated in front of her. She dramatically leaned closer to me and asked, “So, how are things with asshole?”
Mom huffed her disapproval. “Don’t call Hank’s son an asshole. He’s just adjusting.”
“Oh, he’s a little shit, and you know it, Jill!” Sue gesticulated wildly with her wrist.
