Page 5 of Painting Him Mine

Your arm is a work of art all by itself, but add in those lovely tattoos and I’m a goner. Thinking about being held in your beautiful, strong arms really does it for me—especially when I imagine them wrapped around me as I ride your thick, long cock.

Mauricio

I’m imagining grabbing your thighs hard as I thrust into you, making you moan loud enough to piss off my neighbors.

They’re going to hate us a lot more because I won’t stop until I’m screaming your name as I come. I’m already crying it out so loudly that my neighbors think you’re actually here.

Good, because I like it when you get noisy. Tell the entire world how good it feels to get fucked by me.

I keened as I worked my length. It was exquisite torture of the best kind. But I was getting sick of typing one-handed, so I took a chance and called him.

It was hard not to laugh when he answered on the first ring. “You must have read my mind.” He chuckled in a smooth baritone that turned my insides to molten lava. “Let me hear you, Ezra.”

“Fuck, your voice is so sexy.” Since I was shameless and didn’t give a shit about the asshole who lived next door, I had no problem getting loud. “Give me more, Mauricio.”

His rumbling growl made me whimper as I imagined him gripping my hips. “Can you handle more?”

“Fuck me harder!” My hand picked up speed as I raced toward my peak. “I need you to paint my insides with your cum.”

“I will as soon as you turn my stomach into a Jackson Pollock painting.”

The art reference was enough to send me over the edge. I didn’t hold back as I climaxed while shouting his name. “Mauricio!” Moaning with satisfaction, I felt completely boneless after my release.

It seemed to do the trick because he moaned my name before his breathing hitched as he came. Both of us were a bit out of breath as we recovered.

I couldn’t resist pushing things further by snapping a photo of my splattered cum on my stomach and sending it to him. “Personally, I think I put Pollock to shame. What about you?”

Chapter Five

MAURICIO

I movedthe phone from my ear and put Ezra on speaker to check the picture he texted me. If I could have come again a second time so quickly, the photograph of his cum-covered stomach would have done it for me. It gratified me to no end that I was responsible for such a beautiful mess. “That’s museum-worthy art.”

His laughter was so free and lighthearted, endearing him to me even further. “Want to compare canvases?”

I returned the favor by sending him a snapshot of the evidence of how much I had enjoyed our impromptu phone sex. “Something tells me you’ll be pleased.” I certainly was.

He hummed with pleasure when he received the proof of how satisfying our session had been for me. “Oh, I’mmorethan pleased. I’m ready to lick that off you and go for round two as soon our bodies can handle it.”

Since I was feeling bold after my orgasm, I didn’t let my apprehensions hold me back like I normally would have. Therewas something almost magical about Ezra that freed me from my normal restraints of decency. “Hopefully, our rematch will be in person next time.”

“Oh, you can guarantee it will be. If jerking off thinking about you felt this good, getting to be with you for real is going to beamazing.” He moaned, stirring my desires once more, although my body was still down for the count.

“I’ll make sure of it.” It was a promise I was more than qualified to follow through on once I had time to recover.

He laughed again. “Can I tell you how I’msuperglad you received my Van Gogh sketch and not some little old lady? Because this was a better turnout than even my most optimistic fantasies of how my experiment would turn out. It certainly beats the hell out of Granny giving me a lecture for being naughty by doodling on money.”

“Unlike Granny, I’m thrilled by how naughty you are in every regard.” I chuckled when he snickered at my comment. “I feel like I hit the lottery. A gay, sexy artist with a playful spirit is almost too good to be true. Not to mention how talented you are is incredibly arousing.”

“We definitely owe fate a cupcake for introducing us. Actually, we might need to upgrade to an entire cake since fate was so generous.”

His reaction made me chuckle. “I was unaware that cake was fate’s preferred currency. What’s the exchange rate?”

“There’s a flavor hierarchy that must be obeyed, lest you lose fate’s favor,” he said in mock seriousness before we both laughed. “I offered a vanilla cake pop sacrifice when I handedover my sketched bill, so I’m guessing it’s fate’s new favorite flavor of the month.”

Even though it was a joke, I was still curious. “What about the time before that?”

“I submitted a red velvet cake, hoping I’d score a showing at a gallery. Fate accepted it and blessed me with a sold-out exhibition.”

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