Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
“Dios. Yeah. Like that.” Esteban sped up his thrusts, never giving Russ more than he could handle, but still overwhelming his senses, until the only things he seemed to know were the taste of Esteban’s cock, the solid feel of his ass, the harsh sounds of his breath, the warmth of their bodies, and his own straining need.
“Fuck. Carajo. This…fuck…not gonna last.” Esteban slowed down, barely moving his hips, but Russ wasn’t having it, urging him back faster.
“Good,” he managed to mumble between strokes.
“You want that? Me to come?” Voice low and dirty, each word was like a teasing lick to Russ’s cock. “In your mouth?”
Russ answered him by growling and sucking harder, using his tongue to milk the shaft of Esteban’s cock.
“Mmm. Yeah. I want that too. Carajo. Do that again.” Esteban ended with another lusty groan. Russ loved watching him slip from smooth, dirty talker to being all incoherent and needy. The Spanish cursing was sexy as hell, the way Esteban seemed to get more and more unrestrained as he got close to coming.
And then Esteban was coming, hot and thick, down Russ’s throat, and he almost spontaneously joined him, reflexively grabbing his cock as Esteban trembled and continued to softly curse.
“What was that?” Laughing, Esteban knee-walked himself backward, pants still undone and half-down, looking thoroughly used yet happy, something that made Russ rather proud of himself. “My god. Wow. I had no idea…”
“Good?” Russ couldn’t help his smug tone.
“You’ve no idea. Or rather, let me show you…” Eyes sparkling, Esteban undid Russ’s fly. He was far more coordinated post-orgasm than Russ ever was. “My turn.”
“Yeah.” Russ was so turned-on that it was comical, the way his cock sprung free, greeting Esteban’s touch so eagerly his whole body shuddered with need. His cock was heavy and hard in Esteban’s hand, even before he started stroking.
“I’d always thought that tall didn’t necessarily mean hung, but you’re causing me to rethink that opinion.”
“Thank you?” Russ assumed it was a compliment. His brain was more than a little fuzzy.
“Uh-huh. Like you didn’t know.” Esteban started a series of slow pulls, making Russ moan. “I’m probably going to dream about it tonight. Damn.”
Russ wanted to ask if he meant dreaming about fucking, because if so, that might be one of the hottest things anyone had ever told him, but then Esteban shifted again, bringing his mouth close enough to lick the very tip of Russ’s cock, a feathery tease, that had Russ groaning and all rational thought fleeing.
From there, things went embarrassingly quickly. Esteban’s mouth, warm and wet, slipping over his cockhead. Hand, firmly gripping the base of his shaft. Suction, perfect. Coordinated strokes, divine. Even if he hadn’t already been on the edge from sucking Esteban, this onslaught would have been too much.
“Need to come,” he gasped.
“Then do it,” Esteban urged before redoubling his efforts.
His enthusiasm was ultimately Russ’s undoing, truly invested in getting Russ off, despite his own recent orgasm. He made an urgent noise in his throat, a needy hum, and that was all it took for Russ to come in great shuddery waves.
Almost blacking out from pleasure was nice, but it was Esteban crawling back up his body to stretch out that was truly satisfying, holding him close, both of them breathing hard.
“Good?” Esteban’s twinkling eyes said he already knew the answer.
“Now who’s fishing for compliments?” He pressed a kiss to Esteban’s sweaty head. “Better than good. All the adjectives. But my brain is broken now.”
“Poor brain.” Esteban returned the gesture, lightly kissing Russ’s cheek.
This was the point where Russ assumed Esteban would scramble for the door, but he didn’t seem in any hurry. Instead, they lay there, talking post-sex nonsense that eventually gave way to serious conversation, the sort of future-hopes-and-childhood-dreams pillow talk Russ had never known he needed. Maybe it was just Esteban he needed. Him. Being here like this in a quiet perfection he’d unconsciously craved.
It was late when Esteban finally did roll off Russ, shrugging into his shirt. And later still when they said last goodnights between kisses at the front door. It was only after that door shut and Russ made his way to the shower that he realized they’d forgotten to break up as planned. Where this was going, he couldn’t say, but nothing about the last few hours felt fake.
Chapter Ten
“So, what’s this I hear about you having a new boyfriend?” Esteban’s sister Maria shook a spatula at him.
Her house smelled amazing—spicy and rich but also sweet, each new arrival for the buffet adding its own unique scent. His brother and his brother’s wife had brought a huge pan of chicken tamales, while Maria was working on bean and cheese pupusas at her kids’ request.
“Boyfriend?”
“Don’t you play innocent. My friend Nancy who volunteered for your holiday party reported back that you had some linebacker dude who hung on your every word. And I don’t get to meet him?” Maria channeled Mami’s best guilt-trip voice, the one that had shamed them into better behavior as children and kept them in line even as adults.