He put one hand on my belly and gradually built up a rhythm, thighs and belly flexing, fingers curling into my happy trail, eyes fluttering shut now and then, only to open and fix on mine again.
Something about his pale, greenish eyes calmed me, kept me from exploding into him right away like the inexperienced horny teenager he made me feel like.
But just like in the back of his car, this was nothing like it used to be.The one time we’d gotten to hook up in my bed, it had been incredible—the best night of my life, I thought back then.No fear of getting caught, no time limit, no uncomfortable places to squeeze into.Just me and him and whatever we wanted.
The last twenty minutes blew that long-ago night out of the fucking water already.
His moans grew more regular, deeper, and his rhythm erratic, and my dick teetered on that edge between numbness and ecstasy.I wrapped my hand around his cock, and he made a sound almost like a growl.He rocked forward into my hand, then back down on my dick hard and fast.Again.Then again.“Ah, Jesus Christ, I fucking love your cock, Tare.Yeah, fuck yeah, just like thaa-aaa—fuck!”He shuddered hard, his insides contracting around my dick, his cum spilling all over my belly and chest in spurt after spurt as he fucked himself on me and into my hand.I watched and felt it all hungrily, spellbound
After a few gorgeous moments, he relaxed again and swatted my hand away from his spent dick.He leaned forward, hand on my chest to prop himself up, and used his other hand to toy with my nipple.His thighs shook as he lifted slightly, so the skirt straightened out.His hair fell across his forehead like a wild halo as he looked down on me.And grinned.“You wanna cum in me, lover boy?”
I grabbed his hips and fucked up into him without even a thought.Again and again, and between his ass and his fingers pinching my nip, the circuit of pleasure closed real goddamn quick.I groaned and shuddered and the world went black, and Diego slid back down to sit on my balls, squeezing me inside him while I came.And came.And then came some more.
“Mmm, fuck, Taran…” he whispered into my lips.“ ’Bout to give me a breeding kink.”
I laughed and put one arm around his waist, pulling him a little closer for a breathless kiss.
***
I offered him some of my clothes, but instead he sent me out to the car for his bag, in which he had a pair of underwear and some comfy pants.He did offer to keep the skirt on, but I decided that unless he wanted to go hungry tonight, for real hungry, not just dick hungry, then we better go with the pants.
“Tell me about the freaky girls,” he enthused, settling in at the breakfast bar, elbows on the countertop.
I was grating the pecorino Romano, so it took me a second to remember what he meant.Then I laughed.“Oh, Jesus.It was when I first went to college.There was this girl who—heh.”And now I was blushing.In front of a guy who’d just ridden my dick like a jockey at the Kentucky Derby.God, I was a loser.“She said she was saving her virginity for marriage—I think she was Catholic.But I’m pretty sure if you ask the Pope if getting fucked in the ass counts, he’d say yeah.”
“The hoops people will jump through.”
“Did not see that coming,” I admitted.
He chuckled.“She ever fuck you?Like with a strap or something?”
I shook my head.“I thought about asking.”Not her, but Jennie, anyhow.Then I realized, “Should I have eaten your ass first?”
He started laughing all over again.“Yeah, you were always pretty good at that, considering.”
“Considering we had no idea what we were doing.”
“Yeah.”He tried to purse his lips but failed.“I did not have time for foreplay, tonight, if you didn’t notice.Next time, you can definitely eat my ass.”
“Nice.Thanks.”That was a relief, anyhow.I thought maybe I’d fucked up some kind of protocol.Seemed like if you were gonna fuck someone in the ass, the least you could do was eat it out, first.
I went back to work on the food while he checked his phone, and the silence was weirdly nice.Calming, almost, like it used to be when we just sat and listened to music in the back of my car after—well, whatever.
“It’s funny,” he said suddenly.“We only screwed around in a bed once.”
“I was thinking about that,” I admitted.“I remember it being awesome.”
“Yeah.”He propped up his chin on one hand, that elbow still on the counter.
I glanced up, wondering at a change in his voice.He was staring out the window over my shoulder, his eyes far away.
“What?”I asked.
“I always kinda wondered…” He shrugged and met my gaze again.“Maybe I’m misremembering.Felt like you started doing cute stuff after that.Blankets under the stars and date-like stuff.But you never invited me back.”
I looked back down at my pile of cheese, tidying it up, hoping I wasn’t flushing.God, it really had been the best night: right before Valentine’s, when my parents were out of town for a little trip together.I told them I was having a friend over to work on a project, but obviously all Diego and I worked on was each other.I’d been into him since long before he ever kissed me, but that night, I scared myself with how much I wanted tokeep him.How seriously I considered what, exactly, I’d have to do to make it happen.
He left late, well after my curfew, but I figured it’d be fine since we were supposed to be working on school stuff.I was right about that, at least.
