Page 50 of Blood Ties
“Of me sneaking up on you in the shower?”
He shakes his head and presses his forehead to mine. “For you to come running into my arms again. I’m afraid if I blink too much, I’ll wake up.”
I stroke his cheek, brushing my nose against his. “First of all, no running happened. Not something I would recommend in a shower and second you can blink as many times as you want; I’ll still be standing here in front of you waiting for you to get me clean.”
He chuckles, pressing his lips to mine. “Good thing, taking care of my boy is one of my favorite activities.”
He grabs a washcloth from nearby. He soaks it under the water and covers it in suds before running it down my back. “Let's make sure we get all those hard to reach places.”
He washes my front, sliding the towel down my torso and in between my legs. A shiver runs through me when he gently caresses my cock with his fingers and the washcloth runs overmy balls, getting closer to my quivering hole. I arch my back as he presses harder against my pucker, rubbing my tender flesh. His kisses cover my face and neck while his hands continue to worship my body. He nibbles at my earlobe, the warmth of his mouth heating my skin in a way hot water never could. “Are you ready to have what you came here for?"
"Yes."
"On your knees, precious.”
My breath hitches and my knees slowly come down to the cold porcelain. I nudge my face into his crotch, and he pulls me back by my hair. "Not yet. Someone is already forgetting what it means to be patient, but for once you don't have a gun pointing at my head or cock. So, I think that earns you some points for progress." He tugs tighter on my strands, forcing my eyes to meet his, pulling my face out of the water. "You want to suck on Papi's cock? Is that what you need?"
"Si." My breath comes out in pants. He strokes my cheek with his other hand with a tight grip remaining on my hair. "Go ahead, Mi conejito. Take my tip into your mouth, no hands."
Being impatient and overly anxious, I shove my lips over his crown, grazing his skin with my teeth. He clicks his tongue, pulling free from my mouth. "Not like that, mi amor. Relax. It's okay. There's no rush. Try again and this time with less teeth and more tongue. Someone is a little out of practice." He leans over, rubbing my bottom lip with his thumb. "Not to worry, sweetheart. That's what you have your Papi for. Not only to take care of you and keep you safe, but to guide you."
I mewl, rubbing my face against his groin. Only with Miguel can I let go in this way. He's never seen me as weak or lesser than him for submitting. If anything he makes me feel as if I'm on top of the world, like I can overcome anything. I hold the power more than he does, because this ends whenever I say it does.
"What do you do when it gets too much, precious?"
"Tap your leg."
"Good boy."
I suck his tip back into my mouth, taking my time tasting him with my tongue. His drop of precum is salty, having me crave more, but I remain patient, taking only what Papi allows me to have. If I show him how good I can be, I'll get my reward.
"Go ahead, baby, take me all the way. Remember to keep your hands to your sides."
I slide my mouth up and down his length before taking him all the way to his base, rubbing my nose into his groin. He strokes my hair, and I can't get enough of his touches. "Such a good boy. You're so perfect, precious. Everything I could ever want."
I want to believe they’re more than just words. Coming from Miguel's lips they sound sincere and like some unbreakable promise, but my heart still stays mostly shielded. I've waited so long for him. How patient can he be for me? What if I can never give him what he wants? Will he still take me without having all of my heart?
Chapter 22
Miguel
Able pulls the car to the front of an abandoned warehouse. It had showed Marcus went here when I pulled up the tracker on my phone. My mind is too caught up in the memories from last night, I don't notice the back car door opening until someone is sliding in beside me. Able doesn't move his hands from the steering wheel and his eyes remain forward as if he didn't notice Marcus getting in the car. When I'm more than sure he did since nothing gets past him. He knows to give me my privacy when I require it. Normally he would even step out of the car, but we have somewhere to be, a different hotel where someone else's affair is taking place.
"Morning, Miguel."
I frown, already missing the words he'd repeatedly said last night when he was on his knees and underneath me. They had replayed in my mind the whole way here. "Si, Papi."
Every time we take one step forward, we take three steps back. "You left this morning."
He sighs. "You're wrong. I left last night; you were just too exhausted to notice. Looks like you needed the sleep. You appear well rested today."
"I can't say the same for you. You look like you've been up all night, what's wrong, mi amor?"
I stroke his cheek and he pushes my hand away, staring between Able and me. "I'm not here to discuss sleep habits with you. We have a job to do and once it's done—"
"You want me back in Mexico. I know."
"I didn't think you'd give up so easily." Disappointment and a sense of loss fills his heavy eyes. This is his way of asking me to stay and I want nothing more than to give him the answer he searches for.
