Page 44 of Sold Blood
I crawl over to him and slowly climb over his body until I'm sitting below his chest, with my knees resting between his arms. "I want you to ride my face while Isaiah sucks my cock."
I slip my lower lip between my teeth, moving myself over his face and resting my hole slightly over his mouth while holding onto the headboard. He grips my hips. "Go ahead, Little one. Move."
I rock myself forward, pressing my hole against his lips as he slides his tongue over my pucker. He gives me a few long and slow licks before plunging his tongue inside me as I bounce up and down, gripping the headboard tighter. The sound of sucking and licking grows loud behind me and when I glance back, Isaiah's mouth is on Carlos's cock. Watching the way Isaiah takes him in all the way to the base and gags as Carlos thrusts upward has my cock jolting forward.
Carlos reaches up to grab my face and guides it toward the closet mirror I had never noticed until now. Not only am I able to watch myself fucking Carlos's mouth, but everything Isaiah is doing becomes visible and clear as well. I know I won't last long from the display in the mirror alone. We all move perfectly together. There is so much passion and chemistry in this room that it's vibrating off our bodies. It's like a bolt of electricity runs through the three of us creating sparks. I rock my hips fast, keeping my eyes on the mirror, getting lost in pleasure. Getting lost in the three of us. Carlos moans against my hole and his body shakes beneath me. Isaiah slurps and sucks around his cock, catching as much cum with his mouth as he can.
After licking his lips and smiling in satisfaction, he stares at me in the mirror saying the magic words he knows I love to hear, "Come for me, baby." Isaiah tugs at my hair, pulling back my head and captures my lips with his. The kiss is slow and explosive. Bursts of light shoot behind my closed lids as if I'm seeing the world clearly for the first time.
I come and come with my body convulsing above Carlos. Each and every moan is captured by Isaiah's mouth. Isaiah holds onto me from behind as I go boneless. "I got you, mi amor. My sweet, beautiful, Roo. So perfect in every way." Isaiah presses a kiss into my hair, pulling me backwards into his arms. "I'll always have you and you'll always have me."
"We'll always have each other," I whisper against his chest as he drags me into his lap, and I close my eyes, listening to the way Isaiah's heart beats in his chest. I know it doesn't only beat for me and I don't want it to.
Twenty-five
Carlos
My eyes stay focused on the men in front of me as I sit up against the headboard. My head is still spinning, and I've reached a high I've never experienced before. With me and Isaiah, we had been temporarily shielded away from the rest of the world when we were together. Now with the three of us, we’d completely left earth, slipping away to a place in a different universe. One that’s only made for us. I can't explain the intensity I felt in this room. I am flying high above all my troubles instead of drowning in them the way I usually am. My heart pains when I think about being caught back in those dark waters when they both leave, going back to their home they've built together. One I am never meant to be a part of. As long as they remain here, it's like that other home had never existed and they were meant to be here all along—with me.
Then Isaiah pulls Joey into his arms, whispering in his ear and I'm once again on the outside looking in. He rocks him back andforth until his body relaxes, and he goes still. He presses more kisses into his hair, and I feel like I'm intruding on something special. A moment made for only them.
My gaze drops to my naked body and I pull the towel back over my body, climbing out of bed. I walk past Isaiah and Joey, moving quickly toward the door with confusion overcoming me. The house grows quieter the closer I get to the kitchen. The bag of food is still sitting on the counter with Isaiah's half eaten taco sitting next to it. I laugh, shaking my head. There haven't been many things known to keep Isaiah from eating, but Joey has the power to make him forget anything else exists when he's in the room and I'm starting to understand why. The moment Joey slipped into bed beside me, I had forgotten where I was and why I shouldn't kiss him. His lips had claimed mine and everything else was forgotten.
Loud footsteps move behind me and large arms wrap around me. "I would say just like old times, but I'd be wrong," Isaiah says, pulling me against him and peppering kisses into my neck. "It was something else entirely." He kisses my neck again. "I think Joey will be sleeping for a while this time. He's got a lot to catch up on I'm sure. We may have to force a taco in his mouth later in order to get him to eat," he says with a half hearted chuckle while taking a step back. I turn my neck to gaze into his tired eyes and it's hard not to melt at the sight of his mesmerizing smile.
"He may want to eat ten tacos the next time he wakes up. I've seen the way that boy eats when he goes too long without it," I say with a grin.
He smiles. "Yup. Joey does love to eat as much as he loves to sleep. Pretty sure sex cancels those two things out for him though. It's the first time I've seen him lose himself to such a high degree, but I think I could say the same for all of us."
"Yeah, we probably shouldn't have gotten so carried away like that. Especially when I need to be focused. Letting my guard down is never a good thing."
He releases a long sigh. "Carlos, taking time away for some fun and relaxation is important for any person. Especially someone like you who's been lacking it all these years."
Relaxation and fun is all it was and from now on I should probably not get lost in the false hope it could mean more. It's better I stick to my reality. The reality being there's Isaiah and Joey, then there's me. The man who’s never meant to fit in one place. Someone who is always made to wander the world lost. Doing what I did for a living kept my mind busy, giving me a sense of purpose and sense of belonging. "It can also be dangerous. Why do you think I spend most of my time alone?"
Isaiah frowns. "I understand how important your work is to you C, but neither Joey or I are one of your jobs."
"I don't know if you remember the shit storm we caused yesterday, but it sure hasn't forgotten us and neither has Santana. Not to mention Veronica hasn't accomplished what she set out to do. Which is get rid of the men she feels ruined her life."
"Are you sure that's what this is about? I'm sorry I left you here all these years. Maybe I never was meant to."
"You're saying you were never supposed to leave everything behind for the man you love?"
"I'm saying it took me until now to realize I may have left one behind."
A loud knock comes to the door saving me from getting too wrapped in my emotions. Men like me aren't supposed to have them. "I think I should get that and you should get back to your husband."
Our shoulders bump together as I start toward the door, wondering what other problems await me on the other side. Mybrother Gabriel shuffles from side to side and a gust of heat from outside hits me when I pull the door open. “I’m assuming this isn’t a social call.”
“You’d be assuming right.” He moves past me, entering the house. “Sorry, hermano, I know you are probably still exhausted after everything you’ve been through this week, but unfortunately now isn’t the time to rest.”
“When have you ever known me to be a person who rests?”
He laughs, shaking his head. “I guess you have a point there. Have you left the house yet?”
“Isaiah has to grab breakfast, but I’m sure he was careful about not being followed.”
“Good. Well, men who work for Veronica have been spotted near the clubs. There’s no doubt she’s looking to finish what she started. Santana is still nowhere to be found and I think we finally figured out why.” He runs a hand through his hair, taking a seat on my couch. “It’s because he’s been hiding behind someone else all these years.”
