Page 1 of Blood Ties
Prologue
Miguel
The sunlight shines through the small opening of the curtains, leaving a golden hue across Marcus's skin. I bury my nose into his hair, wanting to forever ingrain his scent in my memory. I won't take these moments we spend together for granted, knowing each might be our last. Even when we had fought, I made sure to never leave while either of us was angry.
"What time is it?" He asks, sounding groggy.
"Morning, mi conejito."
He yawns, nuzzling into my chest. "You shouldn't have stayed so long."
"I wasn't ready to leave you yet."
"It's best not to delay the inevitable."
I roll my eyes. "If you wanted to get rid of me so badly then why not just say so."
He laughs, kissing my jaw. "You know I'd keep you here forever if I could, Papi."
"One day, when it's safe, I'll let you."
He frowns, wrinkling his forehead. "You and I both know that'll never happen. They will never allow it. This is all we'll have until we are no longer allowed to have this either."
I sigh softly, hating how right he is. Badly wanting to rid his look of despair, I press a kiss into his hair and reach into the nearby drawer where I'd placed his gift earlier. "I have something for you."
His eyes brighten and his mouth twists in the cute way it always does when he's overly curious. "What is it?"
Good, he's distracted. We've had enough angry and bad days lately that we deserve to have a good one today. I bring my hand up from where it's hiding and he gasps, staring down at the blue pistol in my hand. "I want you to hold this and make sure it gets back to me, with you carrying it.”
He wraps his fingers around the handle, smiling. "It's beautiful."
My lips meet his and our tongues fight for dominance. His warm body slides on top of mine and I dig my nails into his hips, wanting to imprint on his body in any way I can. The bite marks I leave along his hips aren't enough. It never is.
"Papi…"
"Yes, mi conejito. Que quieres?"
"I want you to kiss me."
"I am kissing you, precious."
He shakes his head, his breathing growing heavy. "Not my mouth."
"Donde? Show me."
He bites his lower lip, and his dark brown eyes swallow me whole. I remain still against the mattress while he props himself on his knees. My head rests between his legs as his ass slides over my face, the plastic of his cock cage grazing over my skin.
I grip onto his thighs, guiding him higher. He spreads his cheeks apart, his pucker brushing over my lips. Parting my mouth, I immediately stick out my tongue, eager to be buried inside him. He rocks back and forth, gripping the headboard while I lap at his hole, sucking and teasing the swollen bud before delivering more thrusts. His moans fill the room and I continue hitting each sensitive nerve with my tongue, tasting the cum I left from last night. I feast on him as if there won't be a tomorrow. There is never a guarantee for us. We threaten our own lives each time we meet here and I wish it could at least be somewhere better. He always deserves better.
We've learned to make this place ours over time though. It's where we've allowed ourselves to be free. Free to kiss, free to fuck and free to love. No matter where we are or where we go, we will always have today and all the other times we've spent getting lost in each other in this cheap hotel in the middle of nowhere.
His moans and whimpers take me on higher planes. His pleasure was sometimes as satisfying as my own. Knowing I was the one who drove him to bliss, taking him straight to heaven had me going there with him. It is a drug I've become addicted to, needing to be able to claim it for my own, only something shared between us. Only something I could give him. Something that doesn't dare leave this room, because if it did, we'd lose more than each other. We'd lose everything.
His body convulses and his cheeks clench around my tongue as he mewls from the stimulation of each sensitive nerve ending. The pleasure he gets from not being able to ejaculate always makes him more alive than before. “Ohh...fuck…”
I press a finger alongside my tongue, curling inside him, hitting his prostate until he’s gasping for air. A few dribbles of cum drip through the plastic confines wrapped around his soft cock, leaking onto my face. I don’t stop plunging inside him until his body goes slack against the headboard.
Only with me is he ever this open and vulnerable. I do everything I can to make him feel safe—safe to bare his soul to me. He crashes beside me, breathing heavily and burying his face into my chest. “Just a little longer never hurt anyone.” He hums softly. “Thank you, Papi.”
