I kinda slept through the night, tossing and turning I woke up a few times until I remembered how fucked up my life was and went back to sleep. Maybe if I ignored everything I would wake up and things wouldn't be so bad. What finally made me move was the blaring ring of my cell. When I picked it up and saw Mom on the display I thought it really was my mom. It took me a few seconds to realize it was Barry, my partner. Besides, me and my mother hadn't spoken since I joined the military more than six years ago.
"Hey, Barry." My voice was groggy and scratchy from being asleep.
"Dan, we need to get together as soon as possible." He sounded urgent and it made me wake up more with a little shot of adrenaline. I wondered if he somehow knew what had happened the day before.
"What's going on, man?" I couldn't help the little edge of fear that crept into my voice.
"The shit's hit the fan. We need to meet with Sergeant Mankey, like, now. I'm on my way to your place. Meet me by the park. I'll be there in ten." Shit, I thought.
"I'll see you there." He disconnected.
I pulled on some clothes, shorts and a t-shirt. I pulled on a hat on the way out and half-jogged to the park. Barry pulled up just as I got there. I opened the door and hopped in.
"What the hell is going on, Barry?" I half turned in my seat and stared at him.
"I don't know. I talked to Mankey right before I called you. He said we had to meet right away. It's an emergency. We're going downtown. Don't worry, it could be anything." I looked out the window and wondered about what he'd said. I had a sudden cold feeling.
"I bet it's that fuck-up, Tommy. He blabbed to someone and blew my cover." I watched Barry as he scratched his chin, one hand on the steering wheel.
"You know, that could be it." He paused, then said, "I never figured he was all that bright in the first place. Guess we'll find out in a few minutes." We were pulling up to the central police station. Barry parked in the lot at the back and we climbed out. I'd only been to the downtown building once and followed Barry up to the fifth floor. It was pretty deserted that early in the morning.
We came to a conference room and Barry knocked on the door. We went in and several people stood up. I saw my sergeant and lieutenant. There was also a woman I recognized as a captain and two guys in suits. Everyone got introduced and we sat at the big table. I found out one of the suits was a police lawyer and the other was from Homeland Security.
The captain remained standing and looked me and Barry over before speaking. "First, I want to say that we all recognize how hard you've both been working on this case. You're an honor to the department. We were notified this morning that you've become involved in something beyond the scope of our jurisdiction. Mr. Worthy?" She nodded at the Homeland Security guy and he stood as she sat.
"Gentlemen, M'am," he said and gave each of us a look. "We were notified by several cell phone service providers very early this morning that you had ordered information on various cell phones that are actively being monitored by our agency. The group of men you're investigating are linked to an ongoing federal taskforce investigation into certain terrorist activities. I can't reveal anymore at this time except to say that we appreciate your concern over criminal activities occurring here in Phoenix. However, we would ask that you cease any further involvement as it may jeopardize the lives of Special Agents."
When he was done talking I looked at Barry and saw my look of confusion mirrored there. "What the hell does that mean?" Barry voiced my question.
The captain stood and said, "We have every intention of complying with the request of Homeland Security. Suffice it to say that you will both be reassigned and neither of you will pursue any further contact with anyone remotely connected to the case you've been building." With that we were obviously dismissed.
The brass stayed to discuss whatever they needed to talk about. Barry, Sergeant Mankey and I went out into the hall. We waited until the door was shut before rounding on the sergeant. He held up a hand to stop us before we could start. "Listen, guys," he said. "I don't know what we got involved in but they're throwing around some pretty high-up authority. We can't even think about fighting them on this. If I hear anything I'll let you both know. In the meantime go ahead and go home, take the day off. I'll figure out where we can assign you guys but that won't happen until tomorrow at the earliest. Take the day with pay and relax. I'll give you a call tomorrow and we can talk about what's going to happen."
Barry took me home and dropped me off. It seemed kind of pointless to worry about being followed now so he dropped me off outside my place. Just before I could open the door to get out of the car Barry put a hand on my shoulder. "Dan, don't worry too much. You were doing really well. Call me if you need anything, okay?" I nodded and thanked him before getting out.
My little apartment seemed damned lonely and deserted as I stepped in. I felt a lump rising in my throat that threatened to choke me. I wouldn't sit at home and cry, I determined. I changed into work-out clothes and left for the gym.
As I worked my way through one grueling set after another I contemplated where my life had gone so wrong. It all came back to Santos, that son of a bitch. My first big assignment was gone, my "plan" was totally fucked and I may as well have been a ghost for all that I had any friends or family. I'd probably be assigned to street patrol and my dreams of making detective would be pushed back by years now. As the situation finally sank in I started getting pissed.
Santos was now beyond my reach. I wouldn't even be able to make him pay. Yeah, I'd let him turn me into a victim and a whore. I could see my fault in it, but I never would have stooped so low if not for him. Now I'd sit in a stinking patrol car all day while he lived the good life. I could only hope that the feds would bust him but good. I worked my body harder and dreamed of Santos locked up for the rest of his life in some Guantanamo Bay prison.
Finally exhausted I hit the showers. I tried to work out the pain in my muscles under the heavy hot water. Guys came and went but I barely paid attention. I realized that I'd never had such a visceral reaction to any man as I'd had with Santos. I hardly even noticed a hot guy when he was naked in the shower next to me. Why had I fallen so hard for that bastard? Was it just the tat's with his general scruffiness and his cocksure attitude? I went out to my locker and changed into street clothes.
Back home I ordered a pizza and turned on the TV. I'd let my mind drift under the balm of reality television, or a good movie. The pizza came and I devoured it while I cheered on the litigants in some stupid court-TV program. When I was full I threw the pizza box on the coffee table and laid out on the couch. I fell asleep as some guy tried to determine who was the father of some crazy bitch's kid.
I was startled out of an intense dream by knocking at my door. I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. Whoever it was they were being pretty obstinate. I got up and adjusted the nylon shorts that were all I had on.
"Jesus! I'm coming, I'm coming. Who is it?" I yelled it out and went to the door. My hand was on the knob when I heard a mumbled response. It was Santos.
"Open the door, Danny. I need to talk to you." He pounded on the door again.
"Go away, Santos. I'm not in the mood right now." I slumped against the door.
"Come on, kid. Let me in. I really do need to talk to you. Just let me in."
"Fuck off, Santos. I'm not up for this shit right now." I heard his frustrated sigh threw the door.
"I'm not here for... that. I swear I'm just here to talk." His voice was softer now, resigned. I didn't say anything and tried not to be tempted by him. They'd said no contact and even seeing him could get me in all kinds of trouble with the feds.
"Christ, Danny. Look at your phone." I walked into the living room and grabbed my cell off the coffee table. I had a text message from Santos. I opened it and stared at three words that changed everything: Daniel Thomas Bishop. My real name stood out on the display in black letters. My heart started pounding.
I went to the door and unlocked it without even thinking. I yanked it open and stared at Santos in shock. I held the phone up for him to see it. "What the fuck is this?" My mind was going a million miles a minute as sudden realization sunk in.
"You... you..." I spluttered at him in outrage. "How? Why, Santos, I don't understand." He put his hands on my arm and pulled me through the door with him. I shrugged him off and stalked into the living room. "You're a fucking agent? For Homeland Security?" This could not be happening, I thought frantically.
"Yeah, I am, well FBI really. Counterterrorism. Calm down, Danny." He tried to approach me but I just backed off.
"Don't tell me to calm down, asshole. Is this some kind of joke? It has to be." I glared at him as the pieces started falling into place.
"You have to admit, it's pretty funny. Both of us working this case, undercover, for different reasons. What are the odds of that?" He smiled at me but it just made me madder.
"No, it's not funny. You motherfucker! I can't believe this." I thought briefly of where my gun was in the lockbox in my bathroom. It was too tempting to go and get it.
"Danny, seriously, you need to chill out. You're turning red and shit." He looked worried, how did he think he had the right to worry about me.
"I'm red `cause I'm fucking pissed! What about how you fucking raped me, you made me your fucking whore!" I could see the remorse on his face but it didn't register.
"Listen, I...," He moved towards me. "I fucked up, let me explain." I punched him in his fucking face. He tried to block it but I was too fast for him. It was infinitely satisfying when his head snapped back. It was the first move that broke the dam, all my anger unleashed. I attacked him with everything I had in my arsenal. He knew how to fight, defensive tactics training for sure, but he wasn't as good as me. Wasn't as motivated.
My elbow connected with his cheek and I wondered if I'd broken the bone. He moved back as I advanced on him. I went for his ribs but he managed to deflect me. I still landed a solid blow to his firm gut that made him choke on his breath. "Fuck, stop. Stop, Danny." He wheezed it out but I was just getting started.
When I moved close he rushed me and managed to take me down to the ground. I rolled him before he could pin me and reversed our positions so he was on his belly. I managed to get on top of his legs and nailed his kidneys while he tried to get out from under me. He gave up and used his hands to try and protect himself. I grabbed one of his arms and pinned it up tight to his back. I bent it up and back until he cried out, until I thought his shoulder would wrench out of the socket.
"Stop. Please, Danny, you gotta stop." I fisted the hair at the back of his head and held his face down. He was totally at my mercy now. It struck me what I could do to make him pay. In the second I considered my next move I knew it was stupid, childish but I didn't care. I let go of his hair and yanked at the waistband of his jeans, working them down over his ass.
"What are you doing?" I could tell by the way he asked that he already knew what was coming. He struggled again but he had nowhere to go, he was fucked and he knew it. The fact that he didn't want it only made my dick harder. With his jeans pulled down just under his ass cheeks I firmed my grip on his arm. I pushed my own loose shorts down enough to get my cock out. I cupped my hand and spit into the palm then rubbed it onto the head of my dick. I did it again as Santos tried to move.
"Tell me you don't want it," I snarled at him. I pushed my dick down into the dark crease of his hairy ass and made him feel it. All my weight was on his legs and where I had his arm pinned to his back.
"Please, Danny. Not like this." I could barely make out his words, his face still half-pressed into the carpet.
"Fuck you, Santos," I growled out. "You want a choice? Like when you let me decide if I wanted you to fuck me?" I pressed his arm higher. "Like when you let me decide if you could fuck me bareback? When you had me suck your buddies' cocks?" I pushed my cock against his ass until I felt the softer resistance of his hole.
"I'm sorry, Danny. So fucking sorry." He sobbed and some dumb part of me wondered if it was because he was about to be fucked or if it was real regret. I pushed into him harder and the head of my cock burst through, into him. He was hot and tight, it made him grunt and he tried to move away.
"How sorry are you now, shithead?" I wanted to shove my cock into him to the hilt but something prevented me. Even as mad as I was I recognized that I was acting crazy and was shocked that I was capable of this act. I really looked at what I was doing and felt sick to my stomach. I checked my hips and slowly withdrew, saying, "I can't do this. I'm not like you." He deserved to get fucked but it wasn't going to be by me.
I let go of his arm and moved over to lay on my back, panting and suddenly exhausted. "Get the fuck out of here, Santos." I watched him as he rolled over onto his back and draped his forearm over his eyes.
"You should've done it," he said without looking at me. "I probably would have."
"That's why I stopped. I don't want to be like you." My dick had wilted and I adjusted my shorts, still too suddenly exhausted to get off the floor.
"I understand. I'm sorry, Danny." His eyes were still hidden from me but I couldn't help noticing the way he laid there, surrendered and broken.
"Sorry won't cut it, Santos. I'm off the case so we won't have to ever see each other again. As far as I'm concerned you won't even exist once you get out of here." I felt depleted, tired to my core. With the fight gone out of me I just wanted to put this whole thing behind me. I looked him over one last time. I still wanted him, desired him. I may as well look my fill before he left for good.
"Danny," he said as he rolled onto his side to face me. "I just wanted you to know that I really am sorry. There's no excuse for the way I treated you. Even if I thought you were just some punk tweaker. It's just been so hard. I've been on this assignment for two years. In that time I've been with only two men, and both times it was just a quick fuck. I've been going out of my mind. A guy can only look at so much internet porn, you know? Then I met you and that very first time you looked at me with so much... desire. I guess it sort of went to my head."
He looked so sincere and contrite. I couldn't help my heart going out to him a little. I understood that kind of pressure; I'd lived with it for six years in the army. Despite my vow to get away from him, his admission had sparked my curiosity. There was one thing I had to have clarified.
"Santos, are you telling me you're gay?"
"Yes, of course I am. Did you think I was straight?" I nodded. I'd taken him at face value.
"So... you never were in prison. All that talk about fucking men there, it was just to get in my pants?"
"Yeah, I mean, I still had a cover to protect. I couldn't just come out and tell you how hot I thought you were. I knew you wanted me and it seemed like the perfect situation, at least in my fucked up head it did. I could give you some work, hook up with you on the sly. The best of both worlds."
"Then what was that thing with making me blow your friends?" I could see his side, but I resolved my will to never forgive him or forget what he'd done.
"I just started...," he sighed and rubbed at his eyes with his hand while he continued. "I started to have feelings for you. That last time we had sex, I realized. I'd admitted too much, was starting to fall for you. I really believed you were just another meth addict on the way down. I was afraid I'd go down with you. I needed some way to get you out of my head." He finally moved his hand and looked at me. His eyes were watery, red-rimmed. We stared at one another for awhile. I wanted to move over to him and hold him, but couldn't.
"That's when you decided that making me suck them off and paying me with drugs was a good idea?" I knew we could both hear the lump in my throat that I was trying to talk around.
"I wish I could take it all back, Danny. If I hadn't been so afraid, so stuck in this whole fucked up situation things could be so different between us." He closed his eyes and tears fell from them, rolling down the side of his face into his hair.
It was like my heart was breaking all over again. I couldn't look at him anymore, I knew I'd lose it. I stared up at the ceiling and tried to figure out what I was feeling. I believed him. It still wasn't enough to justify what he'd done but I thought I could probably move past it.
"What now?" I whispered it to the ceiling.
"I'd already been feeling shitty about how things went down. When I found out the truth about you I knew I had to come over here and beg you to forgive me. To explain why I did the messed up things I did. I'll do whatever it takes, Danny, I swear. If it would take you raping me I would have been okay with that." His hand moved to rest gently on my stomach, ready to be snatched away if I didn't want it.
"I'm sorry I did that, Santos." I took his hand and held it with my own, though I still wasn't ready to look at him.
"You have nothing to be sorry for. Hell, if we'd met before I took this assignment I probably would have asked for it eventually." I had to smile at that. I turned my head and looked at him again.
"Eventually?" He returned my smile and I was relieved to see he wasn't crying or anything.
"Well, yeah, whenever you would've asked for it." I still held his hand and wove our fingers together.
"And what if I'd asked for it on the first date? Remember, I was a virgin before you came along."
"Uh, don't get pissed, Danny, but I knew from the first time you went down on me that you liked being topped. I'm pretty sure if we met in the real world I would've ended up fucking you." The hardest part wasn't hearing it, but knowing he was right. I liked the way he took control.
I sighed and moved closer to him, pulling him towards me until he was pressed up along my side and my head rested on his arm. "I don't know what it matters, Santos. I'm being reassigned and I was ordered not to have any contact with you or the case. I shouldn't even be talking to you right now." He kissed my cheek and pressed our clasped hands against my chest.
"What if I could have you assigned to work with me? Would you do it? We could see each other still, I mean, if you wanted to."
"I... I don't know." I was too surprised to answer. Working for the federal government had been my last resort option when I took my honorable discharge. Besides, something else was on my mind, "What the fuck is Homeland Security even doing involved in a Phoenix car-theft ring?"
"Oh, remember that guy you met in Mexico, Juan? He works for this terrorist cell from Guatemala. They're funding their operation with money from dealing in the stolen cars. They're trying to move into drug trafficking and human smuggling, too. We're going to shut them down."
"What about Michelle, your girlfriend?" My mind was spinning with all the things I wanted to know.
"She's actually my partner. I'm the lead and she's my connection to home base. No one watches a girl so she runs back and forth. She's the one that told me about you this morning, showed me your whole file."
"Have these terrorists done anything here, in the US?"
"As much as I like laying here next to you, how about we get off the floor and I'll answer all your questions." I laughed and moved to get up. I helped Santos off the floor. I led him into the kitchen and pulled a bag of frozen corn out of the freezer before handing it to him.
"For your face," I said. He took it with a smile and held it to his cheek that was already purpling and swelling. He sat at the kitchen table.
"You're really good with the ass-kicking."
"I've had lots of practice." I sat in the chair beside him.
"When you were in the military police?"
"Yeah, I broke up my share of fights. Been in a few of my own, too. Let me get you some aspirin." I went into the bathroom and got him some pain relievers. I came back and got him a bottle of water from the fridge to swallow them down.
"I'm starving. You have anything to eat?" He asked me after he'd taken the aspirin.
I made sandwiches for us while we talked about Santos' work. He told me all about the leads they were following, taking every opportunity to add how I could help. He answered all my questions and then some as we ate. I was watching him, trying not to be obvious about it, and saw how much he loved his work. I held up my hand to interrupt him.
"Wait a second, can I ask you two... no, three questions? Santos, what's your real name? Where are you from? I just realized I don't know anything about you. And apparently you know everything there is to know about me," I said with a smirk.
"It's Alonso, Alonso De los Santos. I'm from Miami. My grandparents were from Cuba."
"Wow, I don't think I could ever call you Alonso, how about Al?" I grinned at the look of horror on his face.
"Not Al, never that. I like the way you call me Santos, anyway. Stick with that." He gave me that sexy, cocky grin I loved. I couldn't help smiling back.
"I've heard stuff about Cuban guys," I said with a sly glance from the corner of my eyes. I could've just fucking licked him in that moment, I was so hot for him.
"Oh yeah, like what? That they all have big dicks?" That one made me laugh.
"Well, I already know that's true. I meant; I heard all Cuban guys are assholes."
"Only until you get to know them," he said.
"What are they then?" My dick was getting hard from all the sexy flirting.
"They're all mama's-boys, big pussies." We both laughed and I stared into his eyes.
"What was your third question?"
"Um, I was going to ask if you can... stay the night?" Why was I so shy all of a sudden?
"Hell yes I can. You just have to promise me one thing." He gave me a wink which made me roll my eyes.
"Okay, what's that?" You could've cut the sarcasm with a knife.
"You gotta call me Papi when I'm fucking you." His lip curled even higher on the right side, revealing more of his white teeth, giving him a smart-ass look.
"And what'll you call me when I'm fucking you, Papi?"
"I don't know. Hmm... Daddy?"
"Yeah, right. That's fucking hilarious! I go from kid to Daddy? Just like that?" I snapped my fingers at him. He was lucky I knew he was just joking around.
"You're right, I'll probably still call you kid."
"You can't be that much older than me. I'll be twenty-six in two months, how old are you?"
"Twenty-eight back in April."
"See you're barely two years older than me! When you were a senior in high school I was a sophomore. You don't get to call me kid anymore."
"Mmm. I wish I'd known you when I was in high school, I'd've been fucking your sweet sophomore ass all the time. Now I've answered your questions, let's go to bed already."
I stood and pulled him up and into the bedroom behind me. I started kissing him before we got in the door. By the time we made it to the bed we were going at it hot and heavy. I had him mostly undressed in seconds. I pushed him back onto the bed and looked at him, all spread out for me with his jeans and underwear around his boots. I rubbed my dick where it tented the front of my nylon shorts before dropping into a squat to take off his boots.
When he was fully naked I stood to push my shorts off. I crawled over him onto the bed for a long dueling kiss. When we finally parted Santos brushed the hair on my forehead back and caressed my face with his big hand.
"You know what the best thing about having all our cards on the table is?" I shook my head in a no and kissed his palm. "I don't have to pretend anymore. You can't imagine how bad I wanted to taste your cock. Get up." I stood beside the bed as Santos rearranged himself. On his back with his head hanging over the edge of the mattress in front of me he said, "I want you to fuck my face." I bent my knees and leaned forward until the head of my cock brushed his lips. "Oh yeah," he drawled just before he opened up and swallowed my cock in.
He held my hips and pulled me forward so my cock could sink deep into his throat. He didn't choke or gag, just urged me with his hands to fuck him. The tight grip of his throat around my cock was like heaven and I couldn't resist the pull. I put my hands on the bed for balance and let him have it. I took long strokes into the tight suction, his tongue dancing along the top of my shaft. He moaned and sucked in air through his nose on each outstroke. My balls banged against his eyes each time I pushed in.
I leaned forward to try and catch his cock with my mouth, he was pounding it with his fist in clear excitement. I finally got my lips around the head and he stilled enough for me to try and take more. Eventually we found the perfect rhythm which was more about me being able to thrust my hips and bob my head at the same time. Harder to do than you'd think.
The pleasure built up slowly until my legs started to shake from holding off. I made one attempt to pull away but Santos held me in a firm grip to stay. I fucked his mouth harder so I could hear the wet sounds of his lips trying to maintain suction on my cock. It was almost enough to make me want to fight back my climax, those almost vulgar sounds combined with his snorting and swallowing. I shot hard straight down his throat and pulled back to coat his tongue. I wanted him to taste it. He must have really got off on it because the next thing I knew I was getting my own mouthful of come. I swallowed it down, surprised since I hadn't been paying him all that much attention.
Once all the little tremors from my orgasm had passed and Santos had licked me clean I stood up. Santos sat up as I fell onto the bed. He coughed and cleared his throat a few times. When he turned to lay next to me his face was still a little red.
"That was fucking hot," his voice was kind of scratchy. "Next, I want to eat you out." He pressed his lips to mine and I got a taste of myself on his tongue.
"I might need a little time to recharge, Papi." He pulled the sheet and blanket down under him and moved to the center of the bed where he kicked them off the bed as he pulled me up beside him.
"You're just a kid, I bet you don't need that much time to recharge." He held my cock as he spoke and then licked along my ear. "What do you say, kid? Are you ready to kick the tires and take me for a spin?"
"Are you sure, Santos? I feel really bad about what I did. You're not sore or anything?" I lightly traced my fingers over the bruises that were developing on his abdomen, bruises I'd given him. He leaned in more and kissed the tip of my nose.
"I won't lie," he said as he moved back to look me in the eye. "You got a pretty big piece there and it hurt like fuck. But I want to make you happy and if fucking me will do it, well I'm ready for you. I can handle this monster," he stroked my hardening cock.
"I can't believe I did that, raped you, I mean." I had to say the word, make it real to me. "I... need some space from it, some time to deal. You think we could do something else?"
"Mm, baby, I get it. But don't feel too bad. I really deserved it." I started to shake my head and deny it but he let go of my cock to press his finger against my lips. "No, we both fucked up. Now I want round two of our make-up sex. Can I put my mouth on your ass?" He didn't give me any time to answer. "Remember when you fingered yourself for me? God, all I could think about was how you would taste, how your little hole would open up and tremble on my tongue." As he spoke his climbed on top of me, settling between my legs and rubbing our cocks together. "And if I know you," he kissed me. "You'll love it," he kissed me again with a swipe of his tongue. "I'll put you in bottom-boy heaven." This time when he pressed his lips to mine the kiss was hard and demanding, thrusting his tongue inside. I couldn't help thinking of how it would feel on my hole and a shudder raced through me.
"Yeah, you want that, don't you, baby?" He kissed his way down my torso as he pulled my legs up and back. He stopped to taste my dick and roll my balls on his tongue. When he kissed his way down past my balls I gripped the sheets in anticipation, like I could already feel his mouth on my clenching entrance.
He paused to nibble at the skin in between and I thought I'd go crazy. "Fuck, Santos, do it." He raised his head enough to flash me a knowing grin before sealing his lips to my entrance. His tongue flicked out and licked over the sensitive skin. It felt like he was brushing me with fire. I grabbed the backs of my knees and pulled them back further, wider apart.
He licked over the entirety of the cleft of my ass with broad strokes of his tongue. On the next pass he flicked the tip of his tongue into the middle of my ring and up against the top of the rim. It made me moan and thrash my head because it was so intense. He did it a few times then pushed his tongue into me. I groaned from my chest as my hole opened up.
"Oh fuck, Santos. What're you doing to me?" I brought my legs together and held them with my left forearm and reached down with my right hand. I grabbed a fistful of his long dark hair and held him firmly in place. He stroked his tongue in and out of me. I felt one of his fingers sliding through his excess spit up the crease of my ass towards my hole. "Shit, do it. Give me more, Papi."
He pulled from my grasp to mouth my balls as he worked his finger into me. I slid my hand over the curve of my ass cheek to add my middle finger. As I worked it in through the spit he'd left behind he pulled back to watch the two of us stretching my hole. I closed my eyes and pressed my head back into the pillow. I felt his tongue slide over my finger and reach into the opening we'd created. I moaned from the sensation of his tongue reaching deep. I couldn't help clenching around the three appendages inside me.
When I relaxed he added another finger, stretching and working the muscles at my entrance. I pressed my finger in deeper to find my prostate and massage it. He bit at the knuckle of my ring finger and lapped his tongue along the top rim of my opening.
"Fuck, Jesus, Santos. Do it, give me your cock or I'm gonna come." He pulled away with a chuckle and moved onto his knees in front of me. His big cock loomed out of the dark juncture of his thighs. He pulled my legs down so my thighs rested over the tops of his.
"Get the lube out, Danny." I reached across the bed and pulled it out of the nightstand. I went to hand it to him but he shook his head and said, "Lube me up. I want you to feel what I'm gonna put in you." I was totally his at this point. I uncapped the lube and poured a generous amount into my palm. I sat up enough to grab his cock and applied the lube to the head and along the shaft.
As I made his cock slick he held my eyes with his. "Now, I want you to tell me what you want, Danny. I don't want there to be anymore secrets between us."
"Ugh," I groaned. "You know what I want, Santos. Stop playing around." I tried to squirm away from him enough to move his dick into position but he held me still.
"No, we've been here before and I've made you beg for it. Trust me I want to fuck you so bad it makes my teeth hurt, but I want you to tell me to do it. Make me believe it, kid."
"Fine! I want you to fuck me." I knew what he wanted, could read it in the hungry way he looked at me. I just wasn't sure if I could give it to him.
"You stop playing around. You're only making both of us suffer here."
"You're such a prick." I looked up at the ceiling for a second and decided I wouldn't pussy out now. I curled up into a sitting position and wrapped my arms around his neck. I kissed him with all the emotion I was holding in. When I'd made my point I faced him. "I want you to take me and make me yours, Santos. I want to be yours." He smiled at me, a genuine smile of utter happiness that made my heart beat faster.
He pulled me up onto his thighs and higher until his cock was beneath me. I reached down and back to guide him in. He gently lowered me as his cock slid deep inside. When I was fully seated he cupped each of my ass cheeks in his hands. I held tighter to his shoulders and neck and rocked my hips back and forth in small movements that made his cock press hot against the walls of my guts. We kissed and he guided my body to ride him.
I stared into his eyes and knew I was exactly where I'd always wanted to be. We worked together for longer and deeper thrusts as we kissed. I whimpered in my need for more. "Wrap your arms around my neck," he whispered. I did as he said and he leaned back more on his knees. He ran his hands from my ass around to the insides of my thighs. As he slid his hands under my knees he brought my legs up until they rested on his shoulders. His cock went just a little deeper and I closed my eyes to concentrate on the feeling of fullness inside me.
All my weight rested on the point where we were connected so it felt like I was suspended on his cock. He grabbed my ass again and lifted me. When I thought he would fall out of me he let me plunge down onto him. It was hard, intense and perfect. I cried out in ecstasy when my ass met his groin. He did it over and over, driving me crazy as he started thrusting up to meet my sinking hole.
"Enough, Santos. Fuck me, please fuck me. I need to come." He impaled me and moved his hands around my back to hold me close. He lowered both of us onto the bed so I was under him. My legs were pressed to my chest between us as he moved his hips in a circular motion. "Awhh, fuck me. Fuck me," I ordered him. He held me down and started pistoning his hips into me.
He gave it to me hard and fast so the bed shook and squealed. I still had my arms around his neck and his cheek was pressed against mine. His heavy panting sounded in my ear as he said, "Take it," over and over. His dick was rubbing over that spot inside me in an almost constant massage. I tried to control myself, I felt like I was coming out of my skin.
"Fuck me, Papi. Hazme tuyo," I told him to make me his. He growled against my ear and suddenly I was being flooded with his hot come. The feel of his orgasm set me off. I came like a geyser. I coated my chest and belly, hit my face and the insides of my thighs. I closed my eyes and rode out the waves of pleasure from each shot I fired. He came a lot because I could feel it backing up and squelching out of me around the base of his shaft. He shuddered and gave me one last hard thrust.
"Baby, you're so fucking hot," he whispered into my ear before kissing me soundly. He let my legs fall down around his hips as he licked the inside of my mouth. He eased his dick out of my ass which was sore in a really pleasant way. He fell to his side next to me and pulled me into him until he was spooned up to my back, my head on his arm.
"Just when I think it can't get any better... Fuck, that was amazing. You sure you still want me to stay the night." I just nodded and pressed my slimy ass back into him, too tired now to talk. He held me tight and I fell asleep.
I woke up sometime in the night to the sound of him peeing. I opened my eyes enough to see the light from the bathroom drifting into the bedroom, the rest of the apartment was dark. I closed my eyes again only to wake up as his warm body pressed against my back, his hard cock poking me.
"Fuck me?" It was somewhere between an order and a question.
"Go back to sleep, baby." He held me tight but my cock was waking up faster than my brain. I wiggled against him and reached back to stroke him between our bodies.
"I want it, Papi. Do me again. I don't think I'll ever get enough of this." I pushed my hips out and angled his cock down towards my ass. When it was in the right position I let it go and held still with a soft sigh of need.
He pushed forward and his cock moved into me. It felt bigger than ever, dry so it burned. I was still wet enough inside with come and lube that the pain faded quickly. The way I was only half- awake it seemed like it lasted forever and only minutes. He held me tight in his arms and our legs twined together. He gradually increased his pace so the sound of his hips slapping into my ass came constantly. He reached down and stroked my cock. It only took a few rough rubs and I came again. My ass milked his cock and I felt him shooting deep inside me again. I fell asleep with the pleasant sensation of him filling me.