Page 32 of Bad Blood
The blindfold remains covering his eyes, but it lifts closer toward his hair, with his forehead wrinkling above it. It makes me wonder if it’s his eyes opening against the tight covering that’s causing it to shift. Jolting up against me, he swings his arms with his wrists still tied together. I wrap my arms around him, holding him still against the boat’s seat. I lay his back against the white leather, running my hand down his shivering center.
He wiggles his body under the weight of mine as I move his tied wrists above his head. Shivering at my touch, his teeth clink together. I leave him confined because it’s what helps him reach such high places that made our worlds collide together and we both need that more than anything right now. I’m in need of taking back what was nearly stripped away from us, something that has always been ours. They no longer have the control, we do. Wanting to get him out of the clothes he’s been stuck in for days, I rip his shirt off his body. The material of his shirt falls apart easily with a yank of my hands.
He tilts his head against the seat, moving it side to side. I don’t waste any time tugging his pants and underwear down his slender, soft thighs. I cut them off his body with the sharp blade of my knife, and they hit the floor with a thud. After being away from him for so long, thinking I lost him, I need to feel him around me.
I need to know this is real and I need him to know too. He starts moving more when I press his knees to his chest, slipping my head between his legs, leaving his ankles tied. He groans, shifting his head, lifting it and slamming it back down. His arms swing and I hold them down above his head. He thrashes underneath me when I press my fingers against his hole.
His warmth and soft pucker feels so good, I can’t wait to be fully wrapped in him. I unzip my pants, pulling out my cock. Even though I hate the thought of anything being between us, I slip on a condom while still holding down his arms with one hand. It always satisfied Mateo when I wore one. I automatically added them in my back pocket for all my late meet ups with him, along with a packet of lube. Even though we hadn’t met up in two weeks, I liked to pretend we still did. That, at the end of the day, I would seemijuguete. I slip my lubed fingers into his tight heat, moving in and out slowly. He slams the back of his body against the seat, only managing animalistic noises. I remove my fingers when I feel he is nice and ready for me, and press the tip of my cock to his pucker. He wiggles against me, curving his body against the seat. He mewls between his teeth and I press a kiss to his damp cheek that’s covered in tears. “It’s okay,mijuguete. I got you. I always have you. This is our safe place. Come back to it, come back to me.”
His body relaxes and I press further into his hole. He tightens around me the further I bury myself. His legs tremble, the way they always do when I first enter him. I lift the blindfold from his eyes and the brown pools lock on mine, nearly drowning me in their depths.
I pull my cock out just to slam it back in while his eyes remain locked on mine. I make my way past his tight ring of muscles and his bottom lip slips between his teeth. “Gabriel.” His voice is rough and raspy.
“Yes,mi juguete. It’s me. Can you feel me in you?”
My breath quickens and my words no longer come out clear as I slide in and out of him with long, slow thrusts. He licks his dry, chapped lips, tilting his head back. For the very first time, I kiss him long and hard, swallowing his moans. I jump back when he bites down hard on my lip. “Fuck you,” he says between heavy pants. “I hate you.”
My lips shift into a smile. “I love you.”
His eyes widen and he lifts his hands up, bringing them over my neck. Slamming my mouth back on his, writhing against me. His tongue moves hungrily around mine and our kisses are hot and sloppy, as are the movements of our bodies. I move inside him, fucking in shorter thrusts. Needing more. Needing him. “I feel you, Gabriel. I feel you everywhere.”
“I feel you too, baby, and you feel fucking wonderful.”
I slam into him over and over, rocking my hips forward. He is a shuddering mess beneath me. Our bodies slide all over the seat as the boat moves against the hard water, splashing over my heated skin. The boat moves up and down, but I refuse to let anything separate me from him, so I press my knees tightly against the seat, holding my balance.
I don’t care if my brother sees us. I don’t care about anything but the man underneath me. I reach between us, sliding my hand over his perfect uncut cock, tugging back his foreskin and rubbing my fingers over his slit, causing his muscles to tighten and the veins to strain in his neck.
I pump his cock into my fist, moving in motion with my thrusts as I continue fucking into him. His walls tighten around me and I go deeper, unable to keep steady movements. He feels way too good. Not just his hole surrounding my dick, but his skin touching mine, the breath we share, and his moans vibrating against my lips.
There could be boats going by and I wouldn’t hear or see them. I am trapped in his eyes and in a world where only we exist. The ocean air leaves a salty taste on my lips. The breeze is strong, sending Mateo’s soft curls in my face as I continue to nip and lick at his mouth.
My cock throbs inside him, my balls contract when his ass clenches and his release is spilling between us. I run my hand over his cum covered stomach as I continue pumping in and out of him, nearly falling over the edge. My hand covers his moans when I bring my fingers over his mouth.
His warm tongue swipes against my fingers and that’s all it takes to have me falling into my own euphoria, losing myself in waves of pleasure. My hot seed fills the condom inside him. His eyes are hazy and he has a dreamy look on his face, with completely flushed cheeks and bruised lips.
I smile down at him and he swipes his thumb over my lips with eyes full of wonder. Almost as if he was watching a sunset for the first time. He never saw me smile until today, only because I never was able to before. I had lost the ability so long ago, and this beautiful man beaming beneath me brought it back.
“Hey, mi juguete. I missed you. Did you miss me?”
“What took you so long?”
I stifle a laugh. I wasn’t sure if he meant for me to rescue him or if he meant for me to realize my true feelings. It took me longer to get here emotionally than it did physically. It doesn’t matter, because I’m here now and don’t plan on leaving anytime soon. Not him or this moment.
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Mateo
Gabriel laughs, pressing his mouth to mine again. I’ll never get tired of the warmth of his lips and the taste of his tongue moving against mine. “I’m sorry baby. I would have flown to you if I could.”
Baby. The word is so sweet and endearing coming from his mouth. I smile, with the anger from our last encounter no longer present. Then I remember his chain covered in blood, hanging from Santiago’s fingers. “Wait. You’re supposed to be dead.”
He arches a brow. “I’m sorry to disappoint you little prince, but I’m very much alive. And I still have my cock inside you.”
I shake my head laughing. “No, I mean...Santiago said you were dead.” There’s a flutter of hope in my heart. If Gabriel isn’t dead, then maybe my father isn’t either.
Gabriel’s eyes shift in confusion. “Looks like you saw what he wanted you to see.”
“What about my father?”
