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“You feel so good,” Miguel was whimpering again, pulling out too slowly, so slow I could feel every twitch. “Too good.”
He pulled out until only the head of his cock was still inside of me, then slammed back inside. I was breathless, his pace steady, heavy, brushing up against something I couldn’t name inside of me. I reached for my shaft, pumping it, the pain and fullness giving way to another feeling, an earth-shattering high.
“Look at me,” he murmured. “Look at me, Demetrius.”
And I did, and it was too much. The look in his eyes was indescribable, something too close to love.
“Miguel!” I whimpered in between ragged breaths. “I’m going to come! You’re going to make me come again…”
He captured my lips in a savage kiss, drilling me too hard, too deep, just right, so gently, until I no longer cared. The world was spinning, too hot, my body trembling as he dragged yet another orgasm out of me and a strangled scream.
Miguel’s back tensed shortly after, his whole body stiff as Miguel buried his cock balls-deep one last time and came.
When he was finished, he didn’t pull out, laying his full weight on top of me, holding me close. And I knew not only was I going to regret this night, I knew then and there that I could never let Miguel go again.
CHAPTER 14
MIGUEL
I woke up on top of silky-smooth skin, my fingers stroking the light brush of hair across Demetrius’ chest.
I was pressed up against his back, daddy spoon, morning wood pressed shamelessly between his perky cheeks.
I smiled, warmth and bubbling happiness threatening to float me away. I turned and pressed my lips to the nape of his neck, careful not to wake him as I slid lower.
Rolling him onto his back would probably wake him up, and I didn’t mind awkward positions, so I straddled his long legs carefully.
One glance up at his peaceful face confirmed that he was sleeping. He looked so innocent, so sweet. So not like someone who had practically begged for my cock inside him last night.
His cock was thick and heavy, laying over his thigh and I bent low, gently dragging my lips over the soft skin.
Above me, Demetrius’ breathing changed immediately, growing slightly shallower.
A long swipe of my tongue from tip to base made it hitch, and he shifted. I lifted quickly out of the way as he rolled onto his back, inadvertently giving me better access.
With a wicked smile I couldn’t help, I lowered myself over his hips again and carefully sucked his hardening length into my mouth, all the way down.
The beauty of a cock that was still soft was that you could feel it growing in your mouth, filling with blood, lengthening, hardening, stretching. It was so erotic, so mouthwatering. I twisted my tongue around his length and suddenly, his hands were on my head, tangling into my hair, pushing me down to take it deeper while a strangled moan left him.
He was fully hard now and thrust up with loose, sleepy abandon, making me choke.
Immediately, his hands lifted off, and I pulled back, catching his sheepish expression.
“Sorry,” he muttered breathlessly. “I didn’t mean to.”
The sight of Demetrius sprawled out in my bed first thing in the morning, looking sleepy and turned on, was a blessing.
I grinned.
“Don’t be sorry. I wanted that reaction.” I gripped his thick cock around the base and pressed my lips to the tip before going on. “I don’t want you to hold back.”
He shuddered and when I sucked his tip back into my mouth, watching him while I did, his jaw slackened, and his head fell back with a curse.
“Oh... Fuck,” he murmured while I worked him.
It didn’t take long before his hips pressed up, seeking more, tension running through his body as he came, hands tangled in my hair again.
I swallowed as best I could, but it had been a while since I’d sucked cock and it dripped from the corner of my mouth, down my chin before I could stop it.
Demetrius pulled me by the shoulders, and I tried to wipe it all off before our lips met, but he didn’t seem to care. He moaned into my mouth, tongue delving deeper, tasting himself inside me and I would never, ever get enough of this Demetrius. The one hungry for taste, sensation, and all the things he had been deprived of.
I kissed him back, just as fervently, my cock aching and leaking where it was sandwiched between us until he squeezed his hand in between and I lifted just enough to give him access. His grip was firm and confident, and he seemed to know that I liked it fast because he wasted no time stroking me, picking up the pace until I was gasping into his mouth, clutching his shoulders like a lifeline.
When I collapsed next to him, spent, ready to drop back off to sleep, he chuckled breathlessly.
I opened my eyes to find Demetrius’ sweet smile, straight, white teeth, and honest, crinkled eyes. He shifted to face me and, for a while, we just smiled at each other.
My fingers traced the skin on the back of his hand. It seemed I was now unable to stop touching this man.
“You’re not freaking out,” I said.
His lips twitched, attempting to feign a frown.
“You expected a freak-out?” he asked.
“Oh yes,” I agreed. “I thought getting you into my bed last night was a miracle, this morning would be a stretch, and you staying long enough for breakfast, a pipe dream.”
He laughed.
“Who said I was staying for breakfast?”
I leaned in and kissed him, unable to resist.
The brush of lips lingered, neither of us wanting this to end just yet, but then Demetrius’ stomach rumbled softly.
He pulled away, looking mortified enough that he may as well have farted unexpectedly.
“Aha, see? I knew you’d want to stay for breakfast.”
He guffawed loudly, smacking me as I rolled away.
“Shower first?” I asked. “Or food?”
“Uh...” He lay in bed, looking up at me as I stood, clearly trying unsuccessfully to keep his eyes above neck level. His gaze dropped, cheeks darkening.
“How about you take a shower first while I cook?” I suggested.
His eyes snapped back up to meet mine.
“Yes. Okay.”
I only managed to drag myself away, because Demetrius was looking a little self-conscious and if I stuck around, we wouldn’t ever leave this bed.
I went to the kitchen and sorted through the fridge, glad I actually had some groceries.
The smell of fried eggs and toast filled the air while I waited for him. For the first time since I could remember, this house felt a little homier and more inviting. It was pretty bare in the decorations department, but it was filled with Demetrius and me and we were enough.
I was buzzing, foot tapping, whistling a happy tune. I was a cliché but didn’t care. There was no way to suppress the excitement I felt.
Demetrius had chosen me to be the first man he ever made love to.
I couldn’t hold back a smile while I plated our food, but Demetrius emerged, clean and tidy, back in his clothes from last night, frowning down at his phone, jacket slung over an arm.
“Sorry, looks like I can’t stay for breakfast after all.”
He looked up, saw me with two plates in my hands, and grimaced.
“Okay, maybe I can stay for a couple bites.”
I set the plates at the table, glad he hadn’t just run out the door, but the vibe was different. He was in a rush, not really looking at me while he scarfed down his food.
“Is it Meech?” I asked.
He nodded.
“He wants to be picked up. It is getting late.”
I nodded.
“Of course.”
Getting annoyed over a dad putting his son first would have been stupid, but I couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed that we weren’t able to spend more time together today, just the two of us holed up in my house.
He swallowed down his last bite of toast, chased it with a gulp of coffee, and was on his feet.
“Okay, thanks for everything,” he said in the same tone he thanked me for rides, like it wasn’t a big deal.
Before he could literally run from my house, it occurred to me that he might not know that this was more than a hook-up for me.
I was on my feet and at his back before he finished pulling on his shoes. When he straightened, I pulled him into an embrace, his tense back to my chest.
I kissed his neck, and he sagged against me slightly.
For once, I wasn’t sure what to say. To gush about how big this had felt to me would be too much. To thank him would only add to the misconception that I only wanted him for sex.
“This was... nice,” Demetrius said quietly, beating me to it.
I rested my chin on his shoulder and nodded.
“That’s an understatement” was all I said and that seemed to be enough.
He wiggled around to face me and kissed me, softly and quickly.
“I’ll see you on Monday,” he said.
“I can’t wait.”
He chuckled and left, gaze lingering even as he was shutting the door.
I let out a soft groan and rested my head against the door.
That shy smile of his was going to kill me and I really couldn’t wait to see it again.
In fact, I only made it a couple hours before texting Demetrius. Because I was a jerk, I sent only a photo of my rumpled bed sheets, grinning while I imagined the expression he would make upon seeing the picture. I would bet he would try to hide his phone in shock, even if no one else was around.
To my surprise, he played along. It was only a minute later that I got a response: the emoji of a thinking face wearing a monocle, followed by “Did your mother never teach you to make the bed?”
I laughed and spent the next few minutes changing the sheets.
I took another picture and sent it over with a winky face. There, all ready for someone to come mess it up with me again.
Demetrius laughed at the message. Really, I was surprised at how well he was taking this.
I had wanted him to loosen up. I’d wanted to get him to relax a little, to be himself. I hadn’t expected it to happen so quickly though. This was good. He was more willing to play along than I’d first thought and that was a good thing, because for the first time since the crash and burn of my relationship with Rodrigo, I thought maybe I could trust someone again.
Demetrius wasn’t the type to cheat or run around behind my back or pretend to like me more than he did. No, quite the opposite. He had pretended to like me less than he did. Now I knew though and there was no going back.
It was such a shame that he had a new car now. That meant I had to wait an extra twenty minutes before seeing him, and then, when I did, he was already chatting to Chris about the day’s plans and I couldn’t just walk up to him and kiss him the way I wanted to. I didn’t think he’d appreciate that though.
All I got was a “hey Miguel,” and then he was back to work talk, including me in it this time.
Disgruntled, I used the excuse of reading over his shoulder to come up close behind him. The overpowering smells of drywall dust and PL glue and fresh cut wood mingled with his cologne, but it was still heavenly. Something about the way Demetrius smelled was calming and nostalgic and homey. I just wanted to bury my face in his neck and hug him all day and maybe I was standing a little too close because Demetrius shifted away, giving me more room to look at the plans.
I wanted to talk to him, see how he was, but Chris started talking about the weekend, about how a fight broke out in the bar after we left and Mike had gotten an accidental elbow in the face from trying to pull the guys apart.
Despite myself, I was drawn into the story. Then Mike arrived with fresh stitches on his forehead and launched into the story from his side.
By the time they were done talking about it, it was already past first break. Demetrius emerged only to make a coffee run, picking one up for each of us. He stood with us on the porch for a few minutes while we chatted. Only once did I catch his eyes on me and he looked away just as quickly.
I understood. I didn’t want to out him when he wasn’t ready either, and we weren’t even in a relationship properly, were we? Still, it was driving me crazy not to be able to reach out and touch him, to smile at him and talk to him and ask how Meech was and if he was ever going to tell him that his friend Miguel was more than a friend now—I was seriously getting ahead of myself. But I couldn’t stop.
By the time lunch came around, I was over pretending I didn’t want to see Demetrius. I didn’t give the guys a reason; I didn’t need a reason to go talk to my site supervisor. I was supposed to be the foreman, after all. We were supposed to chat and have meetings.
When I reached his door, Demetrius was talking to the plumber on the phone. I could hear his disgruntled voice.
“You can’t come until the twenty-fifth?” he demanded incredulously. “We need those toilets placed before then.”
I knocked gently and opened the door, peeking in.
Demetrius waved me in, and I sat back in the chair opposite his desk, waiting.
Apparently I was a distraction though, because Demetrius’ gaze finally fixed on me. We watched each other.
“Uh-huh,” he muttered into the phone. “Um. I’ll call you back.”
He hung up without waiting for a response.
“Scheduling issues?” I asked.
“Huh? Oh, yeah.”
He looked down, shuffling papers around aimlessly.
“I’ve been dying to kiss you all day,” I blurted.
Demetrius stopped what he was doing, fixing me with a relieved smile.
“Yeah?”
“Definitely.”
“Me too,” he admitted, and there was that same damn smile, the shy one that drove me crazy.
“Well, hell, what are we waiting for?”
I made a dramatic show of shoving things on the table out of the way. Demetrius was laughing by the time I pressed my lips to his and I was smiling too, heart soaring with gratitude at the feel of his lips on mine. Kissing him was addictive, and I didn’t want or need to stop.
I pulled back, groaning.
“Over the table was the worst possible way to get to you.”
I straightened and walked around it this time while Demetrius swiveled to face me.
Gripping both arms of his chair, I leaned down, kissing him again, deeper this time.
A soft moan left him and his head tilted back, giving me better access, and I found myself slipping lower, kissing his jaw and neck, gently biting his collarbone.
Reaching down, I gripped him by the knees, spreading his legs apart, and then lowering between them.
“Can I suck you off again?” I asked.
“Right now?” He looked conflicted. His gaze flickered to the door.
“I’m the only one who ever comes in here,” I reminded him.
Biting his lip, Demetrius quickly reached down, pulling his belt open and undoing his pants. He lifted his hips, shoving them down until I grabbed on and pulled them all the way to the ankles.
He was already hard, cock straining towards me.
I took my time stroking and licking him before sucking him down, all the way. I pretended that we weren’t on a lunch break, that we had limitless time simply because I wanted to savor this. I loved the way he moved, the small twitches, the way his breath hitched, the way he gripped my shoulders when he was going to come.
This time, when his body started to shudder with his release, I swallowed it all down. Didn’t want to make a mess in his neat office.
The second his cock stopped flexing in my mouth, he pushed me back. I wiped my lips, ready to ask him what was wrong.
“Stand up,” he ordered, voice still breathy.
As soon as I was on my feet, he pushed me back until I was leaning against the desk. Only when he reached for the button on my thick work pants did I realize what he was going to do.
I helped him push them down, out of the way along with my boxers, and then he stared at my erection, hard as a rock and already leaking.
Carefully, he leaned closer and gently licked the tip, tasting it.
I took a shuddering breath, fingers gripping the desk’s edge to ground me. I didn’t have to ask to know that this was his first time trying this; he’d basically told me as much. I wanted him to take his time experiencing it. That meant not immediately coming on his face the second he started.
I had to bite my lip and shut my eyes as his lips closed around me.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
When he started to bob gently, saliva slicking me, his hot mouth stroking my length, I cursed again and gripped his shoulders.
“That’s so good, Demetrius. I’m not going to last long,” I warned.
He seemed to take that as encouragement, lips tightening and sucking me harder. My hips thrust forward of their own accord, and he gagged as my tip pressed into the back of his throat, choking him a little.
“Sorry,” he mumbled.
I wanted to say it was my fault, but he gripped me suddenly in a firm hand and slipped his lips around my cock, and I made the mistake of watching him do it this time and that was all it took. My whole body shuddered with the strength of my orgasm. I had to push Demetrius back, trying to get him off of me before I really choked him, but I was already coming, and it splashed across his chin.
He didn’t seem to care, opening his mouth and letting the last spurts land across his tongue before licking the sensitive skin again as it started to soften.
It seemed to take forever for me to come back down to earth.
With trembling fingers, I pulled my pants back up and reached into the pocket for the clean rag inside.
“What’s this?” Demetrius asked, taking it.
“For your—”
I waved at the mess still on his face.
He didn’t remark on the fact that I’d given him the torn remnants of an old shirt that was covered in oil stains from work, he just used it to wipe his face down.
