Page 95 of Explosive Prejudice

My lips curled. “You’re right. It does fit better.” I touched my new mask, the pads of my fingers softly tracing over the curves and shape of it. It smelled of his rich, woodsy cologne with a hint of tobacco.

“Make sure not to take it off,” he warned, then took Dion’s mask and put it on his face—a blunt fuck-you to the big boss.

God, what a man.

“I won’t.”

“That’s my Llorón,” he said proudly, opening the door and waiting for me to step out first.

Walking around the club, wearing Camilo’s mask while having him by my side, made me feel safe. It felt even better with each look we got from the employees and patrons. Those who knew Nero looked at me with jealousy, and those who didn’t perhaps thought I was a new Gatto. The curiosity and interest of others pumped me with adrenaline, which was good, considering what we were about to do.

When we reached our destination, Camilo opened the door for me and waited until I entered the room. As always, the dark salon was filled with people having sex. Tonight, I planned on letting Camilo fuck me for anyone to see. What could I say? The idea of people watching us fuck turned me on, partly because I was a kinky fucker, but mostly for my need to claim and be claimed. My fantasy became a whole lot better, thanks to Camilo making me wear his mask. His identity.

Taking my hand, he led the way until we settled on a hand-carved wooden armchair with white padding at the center of the room. Sitting down first, Camilo spread his thighs and moved me to stand between them. After taking off my tank top, he proceeded to my jeans.

“You’ve got some fans,” he said as he unbuttoned me.

Looking over my shoulder, I saw who he meant and was satisfied to find Dion watching us. Despite having two Gatti, one girl and one guy on each side, we had earned Dion’s full attention. The man looked furious, and I bet my money it had everything to do with Camilo wearing his mask.

That will serve him right.

“Good.” I tugged my hand underneath Camilo’s chin. “He’s going to learn a thing or two about properly fucking,” I said, then shoved my jeans down and enjoyed the way Camilo bit his lips at the sight of the white jockstrap I wore just for him.

“Shit,” he hissed, running his hands over my body, tracing the white cotton with his fingers. “Maybe next time, you’ll put on some lace panties, too,” he said, pulling on the waistband of the straps and letting go, the elastic gently smacking my skin.

“Is that disappointment I hear?” Looking down at his hungry eyes, I cupped myself, softly massaging my dick over the thin cotton. “You’re dating a jock, honey.” I smirked. “Not a fucking cheerleader.”

“That gives me an idea or two.”

“Ain’t no way I’m wearing a cheerleading outfit for you,” I jumped in, already knowing what he had in mind.

“We’ll see about that.” Not taking off the jockstrap, Camilo pushed the cotton aside and pulled out my cock. “You’re gorgeous,” he drawled in a low voice, his eyes locked on my dick the same way they were when he dried me up after the shower. The pads of his fingers dug into my hips as he brought me closer until my leaking tip touched his lips.

“Ever sucked cock before?” I teased, impatient to have his mouth around me.

“You know the answer to that,” he said, ghosting his lips and blowing hot air over my aching shaft, causing me to shiver.

I shoved my hips in his direction, and in doing so, my dick slapped his cheek. It had been a long while since I had my cock sucked, and as much as I loved giving head, I also loved receiving. Especially when the mouth in question belonged to Camilo.

“What are you waiting for?” I asked, lips curling. “I’ll lose my boner by the time you decide to work that virgin mouth.”

Shaking his head, Camilo snorted. “You’re going to regret this. I’ll make you come so fast you’ll embarrass yourself.”

“Yeah, yeah, all straight guys think they can give the best hea—oh fuck!” I choked on my words the second Camilo opened his mouth and took me to the back of his throat in complete surprise. Holy fucking shit.

“Shit, shit, shit.” Squeezing my eyes, I nearly folded in two as he continued deep-throating me out of the fucking blue. His warm throat and his tight mouth reminded my dick how good a hole could feel.

“Where the fuck is your gag reflex?” I tried to joke but realized it was a mistake as waves of heat flooded me. At this rate, I really was about to embarrass myself like he promised, but I didn’t care. Camilo’s mouth felt so good and comforting, sucking me in so perfectly that nothing seemed to matter.

Glancing down, I suddenly noticed Camilo using one hand to keep his mask out of his way as his face was pressed against my skin, his lips stretched around my cock, and his cheeks hollowed as he continued to suck me. It was a sight I knew I’d never forget.

Licking my lips, I enjoyed the ache from his thick stubble that rubbed against my fair skin again and again. The deeper he took me, the more it burned, and the more I loved it.

As he continued to work his wonders, using his tongue and his throat, I stood there on shaking legs, unable to move a muscle out of fear I’d bust a nut too soon.

Biting my lips, I felt my cheeks burning underneath my mask as sweat gathered at my lower back.

“Oh, God,” I cried, my head dropping back when Camilo’s thick fingers slid between my ass cheeks until they found my greedy hole.

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