Page 25 of Come to Head

“I don’t miss this Florida weather,” I commented looking around.

The sun was rising and I guessed I had managed at least a few hours of sleep. This mansion was on the outskirts of town and all I could see in every direction was woods.

Emilio moved in my periphery and I took him in. He was only wearing a pair of boxers and his barrel chest was on display, ripples of muscles, broad shoulders, thick bulky arms.

He wasn’t the same teenager I had been with so many years ago.

He was sexier, cockier,bigger.

But underneath that, he was still the soft sweet man I had fallen in love with. He was just in a harder package. I wasn’t sure how to feel about it all yet.

“Come here.” Emilio sat down in an oversized chaise chair and patted his lap.

I hesitated, but only for a moment before taking a single step towards him. It was all he needed.

In a swift motion, he reached forward and tugged me onto his lap so I was forced to straddle him. His strong hands burrowing into my hip bones, igniting a flame in my belly and keeping me steady. My knees dug into the scratchy rattan of the chair below as I settled onto him.

“This is crazy, isn’t it? And your sister…” I examined him, my eyes taking in his face. It had hardened; all of his soft boyish features were now worn with age and it made him even that much more handsome. “You never told me what happened to her.”

He didn’t respond. Instead, in an impressive move, he bucked me up and shifted me so I was now lined up with his cock. I was bare underneath the Mumu I wore and I could feel his length straining against his boxers.

His lips pushed against mine.

They were fierce, unyielding,treacherous.

Addictive.

I had wrapped myself so far into a world of dangerous men that I wasn’t sure what was up or down. I knew that everything I was doing was wrong. That this wasn’t what others would accept in “polite” company.

But who fucking cared? I couldn’t go back to my vanilla life. To the monotonous day-to-day. Not after all of this.

Consequences be damned.

It was time for me to live, to stop shaking in fear, always moving so safely.

Tedium had gotten me nowhere.

But here in this house with these three men?

I feltalive. As if I was not just going through the motions, but as if I was truly doing what I wanted to for the first time,ever.

I wasn’t exactly sure how it would work. This had all been so fast, so incredibly jarring, but I was going to live in the here and now. Embrace every moment that I could.

I pressed against Emilio, further into the kiss. His tongue darted out as he claimed me, stamping himself into my skin.

One of his impressive hands found the nape of my neck, squeezing on just the edge of pain while the other made its way to my ass, underneath my Mumu. His hot hand against my bare skin, the rough pads of his fingers digging in, gripping me and tugging me even closer to him and further against his hardened cock.

I let out a moan, willing for the piece of cloth to disappear. Willing him to sink into me. I wanted to feel him again. Was our electric night just a one-off because the experience was new and exciting? Or was the way he had made me feel real?

Had I really stayed in love with him for the past 10 years?

After a few moments his hold on the back of my neck detached my lips from his, and I grumbled in protest.

“Listen Isa, I am going to fuck you. But first I need you to hear this.”

Self-consciousness took this moment to scrape its ugly teeth into me, and instead, I shifted my focus to a spot over his shoulder.

The trees in the forest were swaying in the wind as the sun’s rays slowly climbed to touch just the edges of their leaves. It made me acutely aware of how hot I must be, how it must be too much, and I moved as if to stand.

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