“You make me so hot. Turn around, baby, I want to jerk off together. Come all over you and then lick it off.” His voice was rough from sleep and arousal, and it made my entire body shudder.
I turned around so we were lying on our sides, face to face, and immediately he grabbed the back of my head, kissing me hard. Sucking my bottom lip as he grabbed both our cocks and started jerking us off together. I lifted my leg over his and started grinding against him. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, trying to get closer while he ran his thumb over the heads of our cocks, using the drops of pre-come as lubrication. Nesto, put his head down on my shoulder and let out a long moan as he stroked us faster.
“Fuuuuck that feels so good.”
I ran my hands down his back to the swell of his ass. He was moving his hips so fast I could barely hold on, the muscles going hard as he flexed them. I lightly swept my fingers over his cleft and felt him stop and then push his ass out. I took that as a cue and quickly brought my fingers up to my mouth and got them wet.
Nesto sucked in his breath then gasped. “Yeah, finger me, that’ll make me blow in a second.”
I nodded and quickly ran the pad of my finger over his hole. Nesto was mumbling, so I could only make out a string of curse words, and I smiled. I was doing this to him. I was driving him senseless with pleasure. After a moment I slid my finger inside and went looking for his gland.
Nesto was jacking us off fast and hard, and I felt my orgasm starting to build, too. I found the spot and pressed down right as Nesto bit my shoulder. We came a few seconds apart from each other, making a mess of sweat, saliva, and semen. As my breathing slowed I heard Nesto flop back on the bed.
“Goddamn, Jude Fuller,” he said with a chuckle. “I will never ever get enough of you.”
“It’s a good thing you live here now, then. No delayed gratification.”
His smile got so big his eyes crinkled. I loved this man so much.
We’d finally had the big talk a few weeks ago and Nesto had moved in with me just a couple days before. We’d been practically living together for months, but now it was official, and I couldn’t be happier. My life was so full; Nesto had brought so much to it. That lonely existence I’d fought to protect, replaced with so much joy and laughter…and family.
I leaned in, so my mouth was against his ear. “Welcome home, baby.”
He moved his face until our mouths touched, his smile wide as we kissed.
“I’ve been home since I met you, Jude. I love you.”
“I love you, too. Now let’s try and get another few minutes of sleep before someone calls and starts yelling at us in Spanish.”
“I’d take your comment a lot more seriously if my mom didn’t call you more than she calls me these days.”
I wrapped his arms tight around my chest.
“Go back to sleep, Nesto. We have a big day ahead.” I could feel his grin against the back of my neck.
“We do, babe. We do.”
Nesto
“It’s not even 6:30 yet, why is she calling?” I grumbled while I tried to cover my head with a pillow.
Jude just chuckled and handed me the phone, which was blaring with the old-school ambulance ringtone I had set for my mom.
I grabbed it and moaned into the phone, “Mamí, it’s way too early.”
“Don’t even act like you were still asleep, Nesto. You were probably all over poor Jude. You don’t let that muchacho breathe. Yo no se come te aguanta. Jude, how do you put up with him?” She was literally yelling into the phone.
Jude was laughing his ass off into the pillow, of course. He thought she was hilarious.
“Mamí, please.”
“Are you coming over for breakfast? Milo, Patrice, and Juanpa asked for the Tres Golpes.They brought the salami from the city. So tell Jude we’re having Dominican breakfast. I know how much he loves it.”
I groaned again. “Mamí, I don’t know if I’m up for plantains, fried cheese, and salami at seven in the morning. We have a long day, and all I want to do is sleep after I eat all that.”
Jude perked up at the mention of fried salami and plantains. The boy might be gringo, but damn, he loved his plátano. I ground into him, pressing my hard-on against his ass, just to get his attention back to the more pressing issues at hand.
“Exactly. Today is going to be really busy. So you’ll need your strength. M’ijo,today is a big day. You’re opening your restaurant.” The pride in her voice made my face break into a huge grin. Today was the day, almost a year exactly since I’d driven the truck up from New York City. OuNYe Afro-Caribbean Food was opening as a brick-and-mortar restaurant, but most importantly I had woken up with the love of my life in my arms.
