Chapter 26
I’ve dreamed of this all week long; now that the moment is here, I hesitate. I want this so much, but I don’t want to rush through it like I did my own orgasm. I want to bring him to the brink, tease him until he wants me, then give myself to him in every way possible. I want—
“Aren’t you going to touch it already?” Delfino asks, a hint of a smile in his voice. “Go on, it won’t bite.”
I kneel before him in the hay and sawdust covering the floor. Then, following his lead, I lean into his crotch and breathe in deep his scent. It’s a warm musk that reminds me of sweat and sex and something raw, something primal. Him, I think, breathing it in. It’s all him.
Intoxicated, I press my lips to his cock. It feels like steel sheathed in velvet, dry and smooth against my mouth. I stick out my tongue, lick under his shaft, try to wrap around the length even though I know I can’t. He tastes bittersweet and salty, and I swirl my tongue around his shaft as I move along it toward the tip. It’s tantalizing, like candy, I can’t get enough. When I lick around his cockhead, I taste sticky pre-come and lap at his slit, eager for more.
He holds his dick with one hand; the other rests on the top of my head. I feel its weight tamping down my cowboy hat. Now he moves that hand to the back of my neck—the fingers are hot against my skin, strong as they pull me toward him. “Take it,” he says, his damp cockhead smearing across my cheeks, angling for my lips. “Take it all in.”
I try to oblige. Opening wide, I wrap my lips around my teeth and clamp down gingerly around his hard erection. He moans as his hips buck, forcing his cock farther in. It tickles the back of my throat, and my lips kiss the hair curled at the base of his length. “That’s it,” he tells me, kneading my nape as if in encouragement.
I pull back a little, let the mushroom-shaped tip of his dick bump against the back of my front teeth, then dive down again for more. He trickles onto my palate, into my throat. I work at him with all I’ve got—cheeks and lips and tongue, sucking at him, moaning into his groin. He’s so close, I can feel it. Just a little longer, a little harder, a little more…
But the next time I pull back, he catches me by the collar and keeps me at bay. “You’re paying for more than this,” he says. “Let me at that ass of yours, amigo.”
I stumble to my feet, pushing my jeans and briefs down to my ankles as I turn around. I feel large, warm hands on my ass and I grab onto the side of the stall, bracing myself. “God,” I sob, trembling beneath Delfino’s touch. “Please.”
With a snicker, he asks, “Please what?”
I wriggle my hips, hoping to entice him. “Fuck me, will you? Please, Delfino. Por favor. I’ve been dreaming of your fat cock in my ass every damn night.”
He leans against me—I feel my own spit wet on his dick as it rubs between my ass cheeks. His back is hard where it presses into me, his weight welcome and warm. His breath is hot in my ear as he sighs, “You got a filthy little mouth on you, muchacho. Anybody ever tell you that?”
“You’re my first,” I say over my shoulder.
His face is so close, I can almost see the black center of his eyes, rimmed by an umber as dark as the shadows around us. He stares at me for a long moment, his cock throbbing between us with a pulse I can almost feel—it matches the pounding of my own thudding heart. “?Me estás cagando?”
I nod to assure him. “Honest. I’ve never…I mean, I’ve always wanted to, but I just…I didn’t—”
His lips touch my cheek, a soft, chaste kiss that cuts me off in mid-sentence. “Keep up the trash talk, ese. It turns me on.”
“Then fuck me already,” I drawl, grinning when his hands squeeze my buttocks. “Fuck me hard and fast. I want to feel you come all the way up into the back of my mouth.”
He slaps my ass, his hand stinging pleasantly against my flesh. “I’d have never thought you’d be so dirty,” he says quietly, half to himself.
I hear the amusement in his voice and want to please him. “Fuck me, Delfino,” I moan, arching my back to present my ass to him. My voice rises to the rafters. “Plow into me, cogeme, cogeme!”
He pushes my shirt up out of the way, then kicks my feet farther apart. Over my shoulder, I watch him stick the first two fingers of his left hand into his mouth, then he uses them to paint a path down my lower back with his spittle. I tense as he moves lower, between the cleft of my butt cheeks, lower
Then his forefinger rims my clenched asshole and my dick goes from a spent chamber to fully cocked and loaded in the time it takes him to trace a circle around my tender anus.