“Not yet, baby,” he says, a smirk on his face. “I want you to come on my cock. I want to feel you milking me dry.”
Whatever he wants. I’m so wound up that if he told me to bend over the balcony so he could fuck me for everyone to see… I would.
Morals? What are those?
He stands up, shedding his clothes quickly before grabbing the lube from the nightstand. While he does, I rip my sweatshirt over my head and toss it aside. Miguel squirts a generous amount onto his fingers, his eyes never leaving mine as he reaches between my legs, circling my hole.
I suck in a breath as he does.
“You’re so tight, baby,” he murmurs, pressing a finger inside. “All fucking mine.”
I moan, pushing back against his finger, wanting more. He obliges, adding another finger, scissoring them to stretch me open. The burn is intense, but it’s a good pain, a reminder of what he does to me.
“That’s it, baby,” he praises, his voice thick with desire. “Take them for me. You’re doing so good. Think you can take another?”
I nod, throwing my head back with a deep moan as he works me open slowly, his fingers sliding in and out, stretching me, preparing me. When he finally adds a third finger, I’m a whimpering mess, my cock leaking pre-cum onto my stomach.
“Please, Miguel...” I whine, my hips bucking. “I need you. I need your cock.”
He grins, a wicked, promise-filled grin. “You’ve got it, baby. You’re gonna to get on top and ride me.”
Tonight I have no reservations. No fight in wanting him to take me from behind. I just need him. Miguel lies down with his head on the pillows and I straddle him, my thighs quaking a little bit.Get it together, Caleb.
“Just relax for me, okay? Let me in.” He adds more lube and positions himself at my hole, the head of his cock pressing against me. I take a deep breath, forcing myself to relax as he pushes in slowly, inch by inch, until he’s fully sheathed inside me.
“Fuck, Caleb,” he groans, his head falling back. “That’s it. You feel so good, baby. So fucking tight.”
I moan, my body adjusting to his size, the burn intense but bearable. His hands grip my hips as I start to move, slow and steady, giving myself time to adjust. With each thrust, he hits that spot inside me, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through my body.
“God, you feel so good.” I moan, my hips meeting his thrusts. “Miguel... fuck...”
“Yeah? You like it, baby?”
“Mmm, yes.” A little louder than I probably should have and it makes him chuckle. “Fuck, your cock feels so good inside me like this.”
“Shut the fuck up and ride this dick then,hermoso. You might wanna be quiet too, unless you want your teammates to know how much of a slut you are for your big brother’s cock.”
That doesn’t help.“Miguel... fuck,” I whine.
I am a slut for him and right now, I don’t give a fuck who knows it.
“You’re.”Thrust.“So.”Thrust. “Fucking—”Growl.“Fuck—Caleb. Baby, I’m gonna come.Tu culo está tan apretado, me está volviendo loco.Come with me, amor.Porfa… ay Dios.”
Miguel’s brain must have short-circuited because all that comes out of his mouth now are pretty little Spanish things.
“Eres lo más hermoso en mi vida, mi amor.”
“Eres mi obsesión, y amo cada segundo de ello, mi amor.”
So I say the only thing that my heart can.“Te amo tanto que duele, Miguel.”The words flow from my lips with so much emotion behind them.I do love him so much that it hurts.
His hips snap upwards, driving deeper into me, hitting that spot that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. I can feel his cock, thick and hard, pulsing inside me, the barbells of his Jacob’s ladder rubbing against my walls, sending jolts of pleasure-pain coursing through my body.
“Miguel...” I gasp, my hand gripping the headboard, holding on for dear life, and he takes over from the bottom. “I’m close... I’m so close… Don’t stop, please don’t fucking stop.”
He grunts, a low, guttural sound that vibrates through his chest and into mine. “Come for me, baby,” he growls. “Let me feel you come all over my cock. Show me how much you love me. I want your cum all over my stomach and chest.”
Those words, rough and filthy, send me careening over the edge. I cry out, “Miguel… fuck…” my body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash over me, my cock pulsing, painting stripes of white across his chest.
