Page 43 of Sold Blood
I nod, rubbing my nose against his. "It's been a while since I've felt this sure about something, about someone."
He smiles, pressing his forehead to mine. "Well there's only one way to really make sure."
I pull him close behind me, dragging him toward the guest room. Leaving him in the open doorway, I slide my panties down my hips and climb into bed next to Carlos. His eyes open the moment our bodies touch and I rub my thumb over the hair lining his jaw line. "Morning."
Carlos smiles gently, something he always seems to do with me. "Morning, again. Did you get some more sleep?"
"Yeah, I did. Looks like you did too."
"Yup." His stomach growls. "I guess I'm hungry now," he says with a light chuckle.
"Me too," I say, continuing to stroke his beard.
He tilts his head to the side, arching a brow. "We probably should get out of bed then. Surely Isaiah has come back with the food already."
"I think I want to taste something else first."
His eyes grow wide and before he can say anything, I press my lips to his and he parts his lips enough for me to slip my tongue inside. I swirl it around his, hitting the roof of his mouth. He grabs my face, intensifying the kiss, writhing his body against mine.
His hands slip down the back of my body, rubbing over my ass. I thrust my tongue into his mouth deeper, only pulling away to nip and bite at his lip, swiping my tongue over the outside. He captures my moans with his lips while he slips his fingers down my crack, inching toward my hole. His stomach is warm and hard when I slip my hand down the middle, sliding my fingers beneath his towel and that's when he finally jolts away. "Wait...Joey...we can't."
I kiss his lips again, rubbing my nose against his. "We can."
"Isaiah," he whispers, and his eyes grow heavy with guilt.
"Is watching," I say. "So we should probably make sure we give him a good show." I point my head toward the doorway where Isaiah is smiling with his pants unbuttoned and his hard cock already out. I lick my lips as precum beads at his slit. "Only if you want to."
He glances between Isaiah and I, sucking in a breath. "Are you sure?"
"Yes. Now tell me what you want."
He smiles wickedly, running a thumb over my lips. "To taste you."
I move my lips closer to his and he shakes his head. "Not there." He slides his hand between my legs. "Here." His other hand slides down my back and his fingers slip between my cheeks, lazily grazing my hole. "And here," he says, licking his lips.
My breath catches in my throat. "Then what?"
He stares at Isaiah again who's now stroking his hard cock and running his thumb over its swollen purple tip. "I want to watch Isaiah fuck you and then I want to shove my cock inside him while he's still thrusting inside you."
I shudder and my throat goes dry. "I want that too."
"Then we better stop wasting time. I think we've waited long enough. Sit back against the headboard, that way you never haveto take your eyes off Isaiah. I want you to watch him getting himself off while I suck your cock. Make sure to keep your hands to your sides at all times and don't move unless I tell you to. Understood?"
I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat. I sit up in bed, sliding my body against the headboard like Carlos asked me to, never taking my eyes off of Isaiah's moving fingers. I clench the sheets in my hands, trying my best to stay still while Carlos moves between my legs. His hands are rough when he spreads my legs apart and has my whole body vibrating.
A soft groan slips from my lips when he swipes his tongue over my belly button, licking his way down to my cock. His lips are warm and wet when he slips them over my tip, rotating his tongue along my slit. My body is buzzing, and I press my back tighter against the headboard as he takes me deeper, moving his hand in sync with his mouth. Having him sucking and licking my cock while watching Isaiah's eyes grow heavy with desire has warmth escalating up and down my body.
Isaiah's body shakes against the wall and his face flushes a pretty red as he strokes his cock faster. I resist the urge to buck my hips and I know Carlos can sense my struggle when he presses his hands down on my thighs. The pressure and weight helps me to feel more grounded.
My body tenses and my toes curl as I get closer to climax. More whines slip from my lips as my cock throbs in Carlos's mouth when Isaiah comes hard, gripping the wall with his free hand. Just when I'm about to spill over the edge, he pulls away, releasing me from his mouth with a pop. "Not yet, Little one. We are nowhere close to being done."
He takes one of my nipples between his teeth, swirling his tongue around it and I struggle to breathe. Isaiah doesn't move from the wall almost as if he's waiting for a command. I know I hit the nail on the head when Carlos turns to face him smiling."How about you get that mess cleaned up, huh? Gather it with your fingers and eat it like a good boy. I want to be able to taste it on your lips when I kiss you."
Isaiah gulps, scooping up the cum from his chest and stomach. His humming is quiet as he wraps his lips around his fingers, slowly sucking and licking them clean. The very sight has my hole twitching and my cock aching. I need release and I need it soon. I'm about to crawl out of my own skin from the overwhelming heat taking over me.
Someone clears their throat from beside me. When Carlos knows he has my attention, he lays down on the bed beside me, placing his head on the pillow with his legs spread wide. His beautiful cock is on full display and I'm not even sure when he got rid of the towel, but it must have been while I was too busy witnessing Isaiah reach euphoria. Something shiny on the head of his cock catches my attention and I lick my lips badly, wanting to tug on the piercing with my teeth.
"Vente aqui," Carlos says, patting his chest.
