Page 55 of Blood Spilled
He bends down, pulling a gun from the strappy things that run down the top part of his legs. “Since now, take your pants off.”
It’s the sexiest thing I've ever seen, and I didn't notice them before. Black straps wrap around each leg, attached to the waistband of a black jockstrap. I'm so enamored by the sight in front of me that I'm not even paying attention to the gun being pointed at my head. I run my hand down the inside of his thighs loving the way his body shivers from my touch. “Are you going to shoot me if I don't?”
“Yes.” His eyes grow dark and heavy with arousal.
I open my belt and yank down my pants, taking my underwear down with them. All the pain I felt before leaves my body. Now it only aches for him.
“Besame,” he whispers. I move closer to him and reach for his face, but he shakes his head, hitting my hand with the gun. “Not there.” His bottom lip slips between his teeth and he pushes himself up on the hood of the truck. Lifting his knees and spreading his legs, he brushes a finger over his hole. “Here.”
Smiling, I grab his legs and push them toward his chest. Diving between his cheeks, I lick and suck at his balls before I slide my tongue down to his hole. I delve between his cheeks, lapping at his pucker surrounding the plug while he keeps the gun pressed to my head.
I twist and turn my tongue slowly, forcing a long moan from his lips. He tilts his head back, flexing that beautiful long neck of his. I push the plug in and out, spinning it around until it comes completely out. Tossing it on the ground, I toss his legs over my shoulders and pull his cheeks apart. His hole tightens around my hungry tongue as it continues to invade his inner walls.
His legs shake and I continue fucking into him, driving him insane with my mouth. I don't think he realizes I need this as much as he does. Jabbing the gun against my head, he tries to speak, but his words come out slurred followed by animalistic sounds as I continue to get lost in the taste of him. “What was that, baby boy?”
“I said fuck me.”
Spit drips from my mouth, slipping down his hole and I shove my fingers inside easily. His hole is already worked open from the plug and I'm thankful because I can't wait much longer to be in him. Later I will have him inside me. Maybe I'll even wake him up in the middle of the night by riding his cock. The thought only makes my tip leak painfully against the truck. I line myself up with his hole and he throws his back, both his arms fall to his sides.
“Such a needy hole,” I pull my fingers out and press my tip to his pucker. “You're such a slut for my cock aren't you, babyboy? You're my little cum slut. You’re going to keep it all inside you while you sleep so you can be nice and wet for me in the morning?”
He moans, rolling his hips. “Please.”
“Please what, mi mascota?”
“Please shut the fuck up and put your cock inside me.”
I bring my hand down across his thigh, clicking my tongue. “That's no way to talk to your master.”
He lifts the gun in the air again, aiming it near me. Taking off the safety, he pulls the trigger. The loud bang should make me jump, but it doesn't. Instead, it has my cock going hard from the delicious thrill running through me.
The way he always keeps me on my toes and has me questioning my sanity leaves me on edge, waiting with bated breath—I can't get enough of it.
Everything that's wrong with this man is everything that's right for me.
He shoves the muzzle of the gun to my head, pressing it deep into my skin. “Today, things are different. I'm your master right now, and you will do what I say or I will put a bullet between your eyes. Now do as you’re told, mi mascota.”
I smile and shove my cock inside him in one quick thrust. His cries are beautiful and so is the way his hole squeezes around my cock. “Move,” he says through trembling lips, never lowering the gun.
“Yes, Master.”
I pull out all the way and shove myself back in, rocking my hips back and forth as I fuck hard and deep into him. I switch between short and long thrusts. I reach for his cock and stroke it in rhythm with my rolling hips. He mewls and writhes against the bed of the truck. “Ohhh.”
I sink further and deeper inside him with each thrust. The more I'm embedded in his soft body, the more I always want tobe. His body heats against mine, sending warmth through me, burning me inside like the flames of a brush fire.
His moans become mixed with mine and I can feel us floating together, separating from our bodies as the overwhelming pleasure runs between us. It's a thing of magic. His body convulses and his cock jolts in my hand as cum shoots all over his stomach.
I'm entranced by the way his body shakes and lights up with pleasure. The way his eyes fill with bliss from complete satisfaction. I have taken him to heaven, and I'm so close to joining him.
I thrust into him faster, loving the way his tight channel tugs on my cock and how surrenders himself to me.
With a few more rolls of my hips, my body tenses and the overwhelming rush of heat and endorphins leaves me lightheaded. My legs turn to jelly and I feel as if I'm standing on shaking ground. I fall against him and press kisses into his neck, moving my lips to his ear. “Besame,” I whisper sweetly.
He stares up at me with hazy eyes and flushed cheeks. “Always.”
When I finally regain my balance, I stand up and he holds his hands out to me. I pull him up to a sitting position and lift him in my arms. Carrying him into the house, we leave our clothes behind. We don't make it to the bed; instead, I set him down on the rug, turning on the electric fireplace.
I grab the tan throw blanket from the couch and lay it across his body. We could probably use a shower or two, but all I care about is falling into a deep sleep with Santiago in my arms. I press my front against his back and bury my face into his neck. He remains still beside me, his breathing evening out and his body completely sated against mine. There will be many people who will try and take this away from us. I will take down every single one of them.
