Page 62 of The Prez

I throw my arm over his shoulder and we head out after dropping off the bowling shoes.

When we get to my blacked-out SUV that’s parked in the back of the lot, Omari pushes me against the door, pulls me down by my neck and ravages my mouth. I groan at the feel of him, wrapping my arms around him and planting both hands on his ass.

Omari whimpers in my mouth, gripping my shoulders hard. “I’ve wanted to do that all night,” he says. “You look so fucking hot when you’re happy.” He takes my mouth once more in a greedy kiss. “I fucking love you, Rafael.”

I pause, my mouth going slack. No one has told me they loved me. I’ve been with countless women over the years, but never allowed them to get close to me, for fear that they’d know what kind of fuck up I am.

I love Omari, more than my next breath, but I can’t tell him. Not until he knows everything.

Omari covers my mouth with his hand before I can say anything. “Don’t. Don’t say it until you want to. I was just … tired of holding it in. But I know you do, even if you can’t say it. You show me. You show me in the way you look at me, in the way you touch me, in the way you talk to me. You show me, Raf.” He plants a soft kiss on my lips. “Show me now.”

I look down at him, taking in his shy vulnerability. He’s fucking stunning, his cheeks pink, his lips swollen from my kisses, his heart racing from what I do to him.

Reaching into my pocket, I pull out the keys to the car and unlock it. I’m thankful for the heavy tint now more than ever. “Inside, baby. I’ll show you anything you want.”

He climbs in the backseat and I follow him in. Omari straddles my lap and plants his lips on mine almost immediately. He rolls his hips, grinding against my already hard cock.

I dig my fingers into his curls and pull him back. “I wantto rip these fucking pants off you and bury myself to the hilt.”

“Then do it,” he says breathily, kissing me along the cheeks, jaw, and neck. “Do it now. God, I want you.”

Though it’s not easy, I peel Omari’s tight pants off, groaning when I spot his sexy purple thong cupping his cock and balls. I don’t immediately peel it off, touching the soft globes of his ass. “Dios, precioso. You wore these just for me?” He nods shyly, pushing back into my hands. I pull them to the side, rubbing over his sensitive hole until he curses and begs me to give him my cock.

I pull my wallet out and remove the lube packet I’ve taken to carrying around now that I’m with Omari. After I pull my pants down to my ankles, I bite open the lube packet and coat my fingers.

Quickly, I stretch Omari, opening him up while I kiss him greedily. He moans and whimpers in my mouth, tangling his tongue with mine as I finger him. I brush my fingers over his prostate, teasing him while I glide my tongue over his.

“Now,” he whispers after kissing me deeply. “Raf, I want you to fuck me now. I’m ready.”

Giving him one more kiss, I grab the packet and squeeze the rest of the lube in my hand, slicking up my dick. “I’m sorry about this, baby,” I whisper just before I rip his thong from his body. I toss the remnants into the front seat so I can retrieve them later. A reminder of our first date and the first time Omari told me he loves me.

He chuckles huskily. “I can afford to buy more. My boss pays me well.” I grin at him, place my cock to his hole and press inside.

Omari throws his head back and moans, cursing low and long. “Yes, baby. Fuck me.”

“No, precioso. I’m going to show you how I feel about you.”

Yeah, we’re in the back of a car where I can’t worship his body like I want or touch him everywhere, but this is what we have. I can make it good for him, even like this.

Gripping his ass, I raise and lower him on my length slowly, watching how his eyes flutter as he absorbs my strokes. Over and over, I move him up and down as I circle my hips.

“Fuck, beautiful. I love how you feel around me.” Omari meets my gaze, whimpering softly. “I love touching you.” I roam my hands over him, clutching and kneading his flesh. His soft belly rubbing against mine turns me on, his supple body feeling so good in my arms.

I rest my head on his shoulder, feeling too close to the edge. Omari takes over, riding me as slowly as I was moving him, rocking into me as he holds me close. “Yes, Raf. I love you. I love you so much. Oh God. You make me feel … so fucking good.”

I raise my head from his shoulder and he kisses me hard. Omari wraps his arms around my neck and holds on tight as I devour his mouth hungrily. His moans drift into my mouth and I swallow the sound, storing them away for when he inevitably leaves me.

I push that thought away. I can dwell on that later. Right now, I want to be enveloped in the heat of Omari’s ass, in the strength of his hold, in the conviction of his love. Fuck, how did I get so fucking lucky?

Reaching between us, I grasp Omari’s cock and stroke it slowly. He leans back, biting his bottom lips as he rides my dick at the same speed I’m stroking him. I lean forward, licking the column of his throat. I repeat the motion, biting and nibbling the skin. He’ll be marked everywhere when I’m done with him. His throat will be a constellation of my love.

When I thrust up, Omari slams down and moans loudly. I chuckle into the skin of his neck. “Oh, yeah. I hit that specialspot, huh, baby?” I ask through gritted teeth, trying to hold off my orgasm.

“Yes,” Omari croaks, looking at me with lust filled eyes. “Jerk me faster, baby. I’m close.”

My hand tightens on his cock and I pick up the pace, holding Omari’s hip in a tight grasp as I thrust into him. Omari’s babbling fills the car. That coupled with the smell of sex that surrounding us and my orgasm is so close, I can taste it.

“Come for me, precioso. Come on my dick so I can breed this pretty ass.”

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