Page 47 of Sold Blood
His chest rises and falls when he inhales and exhales deeply. "Good. Better him than you. He probably won't be the last one who tries to follow you here."
"No, but I'll do the same thing to all the others who do."
"Let's hope you're quick enough every time."
I swiftly step in front of him, gripping him behind the neck, putting us nose to nose. "I always am." Before he can open his mouth to respond, I claim his mouth with mine. His hands try to push me away and I hold him tighter, gliding my tongue over his closed teeth. Shoving my hand inside his sweatpants, I tightly grip his half hard cock. Surprised by the action, he parts his lips enough for me to fuck into his mouth with my hungry tongue.
He grabs my arm and twists it behind my back, shoving me into the counter. "What do you think you're doing, huh?"
"Proving to you how fast I can be."
His lips hover over my ear, tickling my skin with his warm breath. "I gotta say, I'm not too impressed." He slides his hand inside the back of my pants, moving his fingers in between my cheeks. I moan when his fingers press to my hole and I writhe against the counter.
"Only move when I tell you to. It's been so long you're already forgetting all the rules."
"Maybe I don't like your rules."
"Weird," he says while biting and sucking on my neck. My breathing increases and my aching cock presses against the counter. It takes everything in me not to rock my hips. "Your body always tells me otherwise."
He removes his fingers from my pants. "It's been a while since anyone's been inside you. How long?"
"Too long," I say in between gasps when he slips a wet finger inside me. He yanks down my pants, spreading my cheeks apart. His spit drips down my crack, falling down my hole. I shudder, pressing my forehead into the wooden cabinet. "I'll ask again. How many years?"
"Fi…ve...it didn't last long. Something about it didn't feel right."
He nips at my ear while sliding his finger inside me, moving it in and out slowly. There's a slight burn and my hole twitches when he pulls out, needing badly to be filled again. How could I forget about how good it felt to have any part of Carlos inside me?
"Wait here, cabron," he whispers in my ear. "Don't move no matter how much you want to. This ends the moment you say it does. Do you remember our safe word?"
"I don't need a safe word."
A slap comes to my right ass cheek leaving behind a slight sting. I bask in the pain as a surge of electricity shoots up my spine. "I asked if you remember our safe word."
"Leche," I say, unable to keep a straight face. After the second time Carlos had fucked me, I begged him to fill me with his rich milk. He snarled and made me promise never to call his cum that again. Which is how Leche became my safe word. When that word is said, everything stops, no matter what we're doing.
Cool air sweeps over my bare skin when Carlos steps away from me. I listen to his footsteps until they quiet and turn intoa desperate mess when they are loud again. A bottle clicks open and Carlos blows on something behind me. His slick fingers slip inside my hole easier than before. He moves them in and out at a steady pace. More desperate sounds spill from my lips and my body flashes cold and hot, badly needing release.
"Mmm, still so fucking tight. I can't wait to have you wrapped around my cock again, but it won't be tonight. No, something else will be going inside you instead and I'm not talking about just my fingers."
My teeth sink into my bottom lip as he speeds up the thrusting of his long, thick fingers. He fucks me harder, tilting them at an angle, coming in contact with my prostate. "Remember when I used to make you come with my fingers alone?"
"Yes." My voice comes out thick and sultry.
"Let's see if we can make it happen again." He licks along my neck, sliding his other hand up the front of my shirt. I shake and my toes curl in my shoes as he hits my sweet spot harder. My cum shoots forward, landing on the counter and the floor. My heart is erratic. I close my eyes, sinking further into my orgasm, letting the pleasure explode all over my body.
Carlos grabs something from the counter and I don't even remember him setting anything down. The silicone presses to my hole, swirling around it before he shoves it inside me. He slowly works it in and out, letting my hole get used to the intrusion. "Time may pass, but this moving force between us stays the exact same." He pushes the rest of the plug inside my hole and presses a kiss to my ear. "Remember, only I'm allowed to take it out. Do you hear me, boy?"
"Yes...sir." He's all I hear at this moment. The busy highway nearby is silent, and the sounds of the house are now non-existent. My heavy breathing and thoughts are drowned out by his deep, silky voice.
"Goodnight, Isaiah and sweet dreams," he says before leaving me all alone in the kitchen. The loud crinkling of the bag tells me he took his food to go again, and I don't push myself from the counter until the blood rushes back into my legs.
The guest bedroom door opens as I yank up my pants. Joey steps outside the door rubbing the sleep dust from his eyes as I zip up my pants, still covered in my own cum with my ass still adjusting to the plug shoved inside me. "Hey, sleepy head, hungry?" My voice comes out hoarse and strained.
He eyes me up and down. He smiles cheekily when his gaze drops to the floor between my feet. I follow his eyes with mine and my cum is very visible against the brown wood floor. He licks his lips. "Very, but it looks like someone already started without me."
I laugh, shaking my head and grab the bag of food next to me with the deli’s name on the front. "I meant for sandwiches."
His gaze shifts between my rumpled clothes and the food in my hand. "What sandwiches? I wasn't aware we were talking about food."
