Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67981 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67981 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
“Yes,” Spencer said quietly. “I’m sorry you have to—”
Emilio moved his lips over Spencer’s, silencing his apology. He kissed and licked his way into his mouth at the same time he pushed a thick finger into Spencer’s hole.
“Oh!” Spencer grabbed onto Emilio’s shoulders and went up on tiptoe. “It’s good,” he said, looking right into Emilio’s eyes.
“I know,” Emilio said, a world of understanding in his expression. “I promise to make sure you always feel good when you’re with me.” He crooked his finger and found Spencer’s gland, tapping it lightly and making Spencer’s body sing.
“Uh,” Spencer groaned as his eyes rolled back. He leaned forward, letting Emilio support him. “I love this. I’d forgotten how much I love this.”
“I’ll remind you,” Emilio said as he tapped deep inside a few more times. Then he slowly removed his finger and rinsed the soap off Spencer. “The water’s cold. Time to get out.” He turned off the water and helped Spencer dry off and get out of the shower.
THERE are certain experiences that haunt you forever. For Emilio, at the top of that list was a night when he was eight years old and his then eighteen-year-old sister Alicia came home from a date. Raul, his oldest brother, had moved out by then. Emilio had been asleep in bed in the room he shared with his brother, Henry, when loud voices woke them. They snuck out into the hall and tried to hear what was going on without being seen.
Though he didn’t have a clear memory of everything he heard and saw, Emilio remembered Alicia crying, his brother Martin storming out of the house, his mother taking his sister to the hospital, and then, once everyone was gone, his father sitting on the couch and shaking as tears streamed down his face. It was probably the last part that made the night stick in his mind because Emilio had never seen his big, strong father cry.
Many years later, when he was in high school and his family mistakenly thought he was dating girls, his sister asked him to come to her house to help with something. When he arrived, Alicia’s husband and baby son were gone and she was sitting at her kitchen table with a plate of cookies and a couple of sodas. His parents had never had the birds and the bees talks with their kids, but growing up with three older brothers meant Emilio had a good handle on the mechanics, so he was surprised when Alicia said she wanted to talk to him about sex. But twenty minutes later, when he hugged his teary-eyed sister and left her house, he remembered that night from before, remembered what he’d seen and heard when he was eight. And then he understood what Alicia meant about always, always knowing that he was stronger than girls and that unless they said yes, actually said it, he had to assume they meant no.
Already knowing he was gay, Emilio had brushed the lesson aside as something that would never impact him. But when he had felt Spencer tense in the shower, had seen the look of abject fear on his face as he turned around, Emilio realized he’d been wrong. He recognized that fear, that humiliation, because he’d seen it on Alicia’s face that night long ago, had even seen traces of it that day at her kitchen table. Suddenly he was grateful for that talk with his sister, for the lesson she had taught him, because gay or straight turned out not to be the issue at all. And now he knew to be extra careful with his smart little professor until he earned his trust.
“Tell me what you like,” he whispered into Spencer’s ear as he steered them toward the bedroom. He kept both hands on the smaller man, touching and caressing every part of his body. “Do you like being touched?” He fisted Spencer’s dick and gave it a few strokes. “Do you like being sucked?” He drew Spencer’s earlobe into his mouth and worked it with his tongue as he suckled it. “Do you like to bottom or top?” He squeezed Spencer’s firm globes and moved his fingers into his channel, petting the sensitive skin.
Seemingly unable to answer with words, Spencer moaned and whimpered in response to every question and touch. By the time they reached the bedroom, Spencer was flushed and panting. Emilio backed himself up to the bed. He kissed Spencer gently and stroked his cheek before sitting on the mattress. Then, with his gaze locked with Spencer’s, he scootched until he was in the middle of the mattress.
“C’mere, cariño,” he said as he reached his hand out to Spencer. The other man didn’t hesitate before crawling right across the mattress and onto Emilio’s lap. He straddled Emilio’s bigger body, placed a knee against each side of Emilio’s waist and dragged his erection across Emilio’s stomach. “Mmm, that’s it,” Emilio mumbled as he planted one hand on the mattress to brace himself and tangled the other in Spencer’s hair, pulling his face down. “You feel so good on me,” he whispered right before tugging Spencer’s lower lip between his and flicking his tongue over it.