Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
He curled his toes and laid back, surprised by the onslaught of sensation washing over him as Miguel’s tongue rolled against his throat. His hand found the hard cock pushing at his thigh and rubbed it, eager to make his lover squirm too.
Miguel gasped, and feeling his eyelashes flutter was something Nero would etch in his brain for good. Miguel was a stunning man, yet no one else got to see him like this—aroused, and letting go. Miguel’s fingers kept pressing Nero’s hole, making him yearn for more, but he’d enjoy what Miguel wanted to give.
Hungry for his lips, Nero didn’t bother talking dirty and jerked Miguel’s hard cock while two skilled hands, which for once didn’t even feel cold, teased him in a relentless rhythm that soon got to his head like a copious amount of champagne.
It’s been ages since he’d masturbated with another man, and it felt so gentle and soothing he soon found himself overcome by the heat produced by their bodies. Every fragment of his skin was on fire. When Miguel stiffened, riding his hand until hot spunk splashed Nero’s flesh, he took over as Miguel rested in his arms, watching him from under lowered eyelids.
“You’re so hot and shameless… I love it,” Miguel whimpered as his gaze wandered from Nero’s dick to his face. “I wanna see you come.”
Nero gave a choked grunt and arched his back as Miguel’s hand moved faster, fueling the mind-numbing need sparking all over his body. “Play with them. Suck on them,” he whimpered when Miguel’s eyes flashed. He hadn’t specified which body part he meant, but moments later, a tongue hot as lava rolled against Nero’s nipple, making his head fuzzy. He could no longer think.
In his head, he was under Miguel, folded in two and begging for that hard dick, but just as the imaginary shaft split his buttocks, his balls throbbed and cum shot up, painting their flesh.
For a moment, he wasn’t even sure if Miguel’s satisfied grunt hadn’t been a figment of his fantasy, but no, it was definitely real.
“Is it wrong that I don’t want to shower until morning?” Miguel whispered against Nero’s heaving chest.
Nero shook his head, sinking into the sheets as if they were liquid. “Neither do I. I like your smell on me,” he said, prying his eyes open to look at Miguel, but his man was already dozing off. They both deserved the sleep, but there was one more pressing question.
“So… does this mean you’ll be my boyfriend until Lima?” Nero muttered as his eyes closed.
Miguel hummed but didn’t open his eyes. “We’re not fourteen, Nero.”
“Will you, though?”
For a second, Nero became wide awake, but then Miguel muttered, “Yeah,” sending him into the sweet arms of Morpheus.
Chapter 23
Nero
They took their time traveling through Colombia and Ecuador, and while they chose modest hotels, the money had still run out, and they’d been forced to use Miguel’s pickpocketing skills to fuel their budget. They bought new T-shirts for Nero and visited a barber shop, which Nero left with black hair and Miguel with fresh braids. And, more importantly, they purchased an old black SUV off some guy back in Popayán. Their vehicle, while stinking of cigarettes and lacking aircon, was a significant improvement on the stolen bike. And they did have lots of fun on the way, even though Miguel still insisted on treating Nero like a precious virgin who couldn’t bear having his ass drilled.
This meant their sex life was limited, but what they did do was intense and unexpectedly fulfilling. Nero felt such immense relief every time he had Miguel’s dick in his mouth. He was the only one to ever do that for Miguel, and it gave him a high of power over this hot guy who was otherwise so put together. And that power extended way beyond the times they fucked. When they were out somewhere public, he’d sometimes catch Miguel sending thirsty glances his way, but even in the privacy of a hotel room or their car, Miguel would at times touch or kiss him for no reason other than seeking physical connection. The sweetness of those gestures made Nero’s cynical heart melt a little.
It felt like being on a honeymoon, so Nero let loose and just enjoyed all the fun to be had. Like that time when Miguel almost got talked into buying a monkey, or when Nero had bought a discount blow-up unicorn, which sadly burst under their combined weight two days later.
But as carefree as some of the moments they shared were, a week after leaving southern Colombia, they approached the suburbs of Lima, and neither of them spoke, unsure what to do, now that the end of their journey was within sight.
Would they start a new life in Lima? Separately? Together? Could such a thing even work out for men like them? A part of Nero figured neither of them had anyone else to lean on, but another felt bitter about that being the only reason for Miguel to stick around.