“I want to feel it,” he says, still trembling from the aftershocks of his orgasm.
I let go of my self-control, groping his ass as I pump him full of my cum. He meets my every thrust, his chest rising and falling frantically as an expression of pure bliss settles over his face. Damn, he’s gorgeous, and I’m the reason for it.
I slow down as my orgasm starts to wane off, switching to a gentle but deliberate rhythm as we both come down off our highs. He yawns and melts into the sheets, dozing off as I settle next to him and pull him into a lazy hug.
“This was… amazing. My ass is still vibrating,” he says, slurring his words. “I hope my performance didn’t disappoint.”
I kiss the back of his head, spooning him closer. “It didn’t. You were perfect. This was perfect.”
“Glad… to hear. Because I can’t wait for round two.”
I smile into his hair, inhaling his scent that’s mixed up with the flowery detergent the bedsheets smell of. “Rest now. We’ve still got some time until dinner.”
“But round—”
“We’ll discuss round two after we’ve put some food in you. Now shush and relax. I’ll wake you up in twenty minutes.”
He wiggles his butt, getting more comfortable. “Uh-huh. Just try not to fall asleep this time, yeah?”
13
Tommy
Aknockonthedoor wakes me up. It’s time for dinner with Isidoro. I answer that we are coming and roll to the other side of the bed. Like earlier, Niko has drifted off. For a few moments, I just watch his beautiful sleeping face, smiling to myself as my mind replays what we did earlier.
Fuck, I can’t believe this. Niko and I… I bite on my lip so I don’t squeal from joy and excitement. He’s mine and I’m his. Giddiness slithers into my stomach. The man of my dreams is lying in bed next to me, looking so peaceful and content after rearranging my guts. This is the best.
Stroking his cheek, I take inventory of my body, feeling a pleasant twinge in my ass. His dick was so big—he really wasn’t exaggerating about his size. I’m glad he took the time to prepare me before going to town on it, or I don’t think I’d be able to sit or walk.
Speaking of which… I gently get up, inspecting myself. I don’t feel icky or sweaty, realizing that he’s cleaned me up before falling asleep. Aww, that’s so considerate of him.
I locate my boxer briefs while fighting off a giant grin, then put on a dark brown shirt and a pair of white trousers and socks. All the clothes were waiting for me in the walk-in closet and they fit me like a glove. Niko’s friend sure is something.
Another knock comes from the door. “Mr. Altamirano is waiting for you in the dining hall,” a female voice says.
“Yes, okay! Sorry! We’ll be there in five!”
Right. I better wake up my dream man or they’ll know we spent the time since our arrival fucking like rabbits in heat. Throwing a glance at myself in the mirror, I run a hand through my hair to get it in place. Then I approach the bed.
“Niko, get up. It’s time for dinner.”
No response.
I shake my head, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Niko, wake up. C’mon. We’ll be late.”
He groans and mutters something, rolling over and away from me. I circle the bed and cross my arms. “Niko, get up right now or—”
A pair of arms envelop me, pulling me down onto the soft blankets. I squeal in surprise.
“Or what?” Niko teases, his voice low and sleep-laced.
He attacks me with kisses, pressing his lips to any part of me he can get to, including the curve of my shoulder and neck. I giggle like a kid, the tickling sensation too much.
“Or what, Tommy?” he repeats, slipping one hand under my shirt in search of bare skin.
I clear my throat and adopt a serious tone. “Or I’m going alone. I’m hungry as hell.”
“I thought I filled you up rather nicely,” he says matter-of-factly, sitting up and stretching those big arms. The muscles along them ripple and flex in a hypnotizing way.
