Undercover Ops., Chapter 8
Danny
I was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. The little bumps and ridges of the popcorn coating were starting to form patterns: a koi fish, a geisha's kimono, a dragon. Fuck me, even when I tried not to think about him Santos managed to creep back into my mind. It was already well after eleven and I had to be up by five but couldn't fall asleep. I knew I should just jerk off and get it over with but I fought the urge because I would just end up thinking of the man I wanted. It never failed.
A glance at the clock and the red digits glared eleven-fifty-five at me. I rolled over and pulled open the drawer to the nightstand. I found the lube and pulled it out. Figuring I may as well go all in I reached back in the drawer for the dildo. There were two in there now but I ignored the newer one for the smaller. In a moment of pathetic self-indulgence I'd paid the hundred and twenty bucks for a dildo that looked so much like Santos' fat cock. It was actually some porn star's replica but it looked like the cock I remembered like a pop song stuck in my head. Too bad I never used it, the thing was just too big, my body wouldn't accept it without the man behind it. I'd discovered that getting fucked had more to do with what my mind wanted than what my body wanted or could handle.
I lubed the smaller dildo and shoved it into my ass, no prep and my dick not even really hard, I forced it in. I hissed and bit into my lower lip. I held it inside me for a while and thought of the last time I'd seen Santos. The night in Mexico, the hunger for one another that we couldn't seem to satisfy. It had been more than two months but the memories felt like yesterday, they were seared so completely into my brain.
I toyed with the fake cock in my ass, twirling it by the base, before I started fucking myself. I went back to that night, when Santos had tied my hands behind my back with his belt, how he'd taken me like a dog, holding my tied hands like a horse's reins to fuck me harder. I remembered how it had made my shoulders ache and my arms strain to have him use his hold to keep my chest off the floor. How it felt to give up all my control and let him just have me. I thought of all the nasty things he'd said that turned me on so much.
The memories blended and passed through my mind like a porn loop, revving me up more than my hand on my dick or the rubber cock in my ass. I adjusted the angle of penetration so the rubber rode hard over the gland in my channel that made my cock leak harder. I fucked myself and imagined it was Santos.
It didn't take long and I was shooting all over my chest and belly. I felt sleep rolling up on me like a wave that would take me under. I completed the bare minimum clean up before the wave caught up with me.
I must have just fallen asleep when I heard the phone ring. I was dreaming the same old dream where I was stuck with my parents at a revival meeting. But it was different, or I was different. I was myself, not the kid I'd been, and we were in a tent, not out on a lawn. There was a movie playing on one of the canvas walls from a projector, it may have been Groundhog Day. All the happy people watched the movie while my father sermonized about the evils of the world, only this time I watched the movie too. I laughed along with the happy people, ignoring the man speaking and my mother who watched him. The ringing brought me out of it, a smile still on my face.
"Hello?" I answered, still out-of-it.
"Hey, kid," it was Santos' deep voice and it made me come fully awake instantly.
"Santos? What's going on?" Immediately my heart started beating harder as I began to imagine what could have happened to make him call me.
"Nothing to worry about, Danny," he hurried to reassure me. He must have caught the edge of panic in my voice. "I just wanted to check in and see how you're holding up. I know they still have you off the streets. You're probably getting sick of desk work, huh?"
"Fuck, you can't even imagine," I chuckled. I curled deeper under the covers and let his voice soothe me. There was a moment of silence before I continued, "I'm just getting bored. I mean it's interesting to learn this side of things but I wanted to do some more hands-on stuff. But I'm learning a lot. How've you been? And are you any closer to getting things wrapped up with your investigation?"
"I'm doing okay, I guess." He let out a long sigh I could hear over the line. "I'm just way passed sick of all this. My part's pretty much wrapped up. Michelle and me are just waiting for the guys down in Mexico to do their part. It's getting beyond frustrating."
I listened and made an unhappy little moan to express my sympathy. Really, though, I was starting to get pissed that he'd called. I let him go on for awhile, thinking about how much it hurt to hear him and wondering who might be listening in. I got madder and madder. Finally I couldn't take anymore and cut him off.
"Listen, Santos, I should let you go. I've gotta get up early tomorrow." I tried not to let my anger show in my voice.
"Yeah, sorry. I shouldn't have called so late. It was good talkin' to you, kid." If anything the nickname only served to make me more pissed.
"Okay, well... have a good night," I finished lamely.
"You too," he said after a long sigh. I disconnected and set the phone down on the nightstand.
I tried to go back to sleep but my mind wouldn't shut down enough. I tossed and turned for about fifteen minutes then gave up. Hopping out of bed I went to the kitchen and got myself some water. I drank and paced my way around the little apartment, going over our conversation again and again. Fucking Santos, I fumed to myself. I wished he'd just go away but I couldn't deny that it was good to hear from him.
Who was I kidding? The man hadn't been far from my thoughts since the day I'd met him. I let myself get worked up, scheming and plotting ways to stay as far from the asshole as possible. He actually had the nerve to call me in the middle of the night just to say hi? I fumed.
I'm not sure when things clicked into place for me but I went from being mad at Santos to being mad at our situation to being mad at myself. I glanced at the clock and saw it had been about half an hour since he'd called. I picked up the phone and dialed him back. He answered after the second ring.
"Santos, can you meet me right now?" I jumped in before he'd even said hello.
"Um," he started but I cut him off again.
"Listen, it's important; I've got some stuff I want to talk to you about. You know that crappy Motel 6 off the seventeen and Indian School? I'll see you there in about fifteen minutes, okay?"
"Ugh, yeah, I can do that. What's up, kid?"
"I'll explain when I see you. If you get there first get a room. See you soon," I said and disconnected. I jumped through my contact list and found the main line for the paper-crimes unit and called in for the next day. The detective that answered promised to pass along the info to the sergeant I was currently working under.
I took a minute to brush my teeth and dress then hauled ass out of my apartment. I knew what I wanted to say to Santos, just not how to say it. I hoped I'd have enough time on the ride over to figure it out.
I was almost at the motel when my cell buzzed and I got a text from Santos with the room number. Pulling up I parked as close to the second floor room as possible and hopped out. Autumn had set in over the desert and the night air was cool. It felt clean and refreshing as I raced up the concrete stairs. I'd barely knocked on the door when Santos threw it open. He looked so fucking good I took a second to just stare and take in the details I'd missed so much over the last few months.
Santos watched me just as intently, his eyes flicking over my face and hair, down to my body before reconnecting with mine. "Hey," I sighed. He reached out and grabbed my arm to pull me inside. He didn't back up more than he needed to close the door behind us. He used his hold on my bicep to push me back into the door and pinned me up against it as he moved in close. His other hand ghosted over my lips and cheek, moving into my hair. It was longer than ever and he took a handful to hold my head back as his lips met mine and his body held me tight against the door behind me.
There was no hesitation as my lips opened against his and his tongue sought mine. I came to life and my arms moved around him. I used one to hold his shoulder and the other to cradle his ass. I pulled our groins tighter together and lifted one of my legs to wrap around his, letting our crotches fit together perfectly. I got hard faster than I ever thought possible and felt his arousal against mine as we battled for a deeper kiss.
Santos thrust his hips against mine and the lump of my gun in its holster banged against the door, digging painfully into my lower back. I broke the kiss and got my hands between us to push him away. With a little breathing room I pushed off the door and walked into the room, never taking my eyes away from his hungry gaze. I pulled the gun and holster from the waistband of my jeans and set it on the nearest flat surface, a dresser I spotted from the corner of my eye. I pulled a few packets of lube from my front pocket and set those aside also.
Santos' eyes flicked to the lube and gun, his skin flushing, and his eyes went darker still. "We here to fuck or fight?" he growled out the question as he stepped closer.
"We're here to talk," I said and held a hand up between us. I didn't even notice the room I was so transfixed by the man before me. His dark hair was longer, pulled up into a short tail on the back of his head. His shoulders seemed somehow broader in the tight black t-shirt he wore, his legs thicker under the worn denim. His shoes were off and the glimpse of his wide, bare feet with the strong tendons and bones seemed somehow obscene. My temperature went up and my asshole twitched, making my dick pulse harder.
"Then what's that for?" he indicated with a nod the paraphernalia I'd just set down.
"Uh, it's like the boy scouts say: Be prepared." I shrugged and Santos tugged off his shirt, flinging it away.
"Good, you knew you wouldn't get out of here without getting fucked." I forgot to breathe as he gave me his signature cocky smile. The tats flowed down his muscular arms and drew my attention to the breadth and strength of his chest as he moved towards me. I backed away as he unbuttoned his jeans, riding so low on his slim hips that I could see the start of the longer dark curls that grew around his cock.
The backs of my legs hit some piece of furniture and I stopped. His jeans fell and he wasn't wearing anything beneath them. Only the heft of his hard cock kept them from falling off. I only had a second to take him in before he was on me, tearing my clothes off. I struggled to help him and when my shirt was gone and my jeans and jockeys were around my knees he pushed me back. I fell onto the mattress and Santos crawled on above me, shedding his jeans beside the bed.
He tugged at my jeans one-handed and brought one of the lube packets up to his mouth with the other. I hadn't even seen him snag it. The plastic was black, one of an assortment I'd bought the same time I purchased the big dildo that reminded me so much of Santos. I looked down for his cock and watched it bob heavily between his hairy thighs, his balls hanging low and loose behind it. It reared and slapped his tight belly, giving me a shiver of nervous anticipation. I thought maybe it was bigger than the dildo. He spit the tip of the plastic seal away as my jeans and underwear joined his on the floor.
With a hold on my hip he urged me over onto my belly and tugged until I was on my knees before him, his knees between my calves. The lube spilled into the crevice between my ass cheeks and I sighed with a shiver when the big head of his cock met the lube just over my hole. He used the tip to spread and smear the lube just at my entrance.
"Is this okay? You still want me raw?" he rushed out his questions, clearly on the edge of his control.
"Yeah, I haven't...," I started.
"Me either, not since I met you, Danny. You ready for this or you want me to..." I cut him off impatiently and pushed my ass back at him.
"Put it in me, Santos." He grunted as the head slid in the slick lube over my hole and he pushed forward.
Though it had been less than an hour since I was using a dildo to fuck myself the stretch burned as he forced the wide crown into me. I sucked air in through my teeth on a long inhalation as he gave me a few steel-hard inches. He paused to let me adjust and leant forward to kiss across my shoulders and rub his stubbled jaw over my heated skin. I groaned long and low before bucking back and taking more of his cock. I jerked to a stop as his cock split me open but he speared in and buried his giant dick in me to the very base.
The air backed up in my lungs and I would have pulled away but for the tight grip he had on my shoulders. His chest pressed into my back and he panted against my ear while I fought to take him, groaning and straining. He bumped his hips into mine, his cock barely shifting inside me but managing to transform the pain.
"So fucking tight, kid... just like I remembered," he ground out. I turned my head and met him with my tongue and lips in a sloppy exchange, making the most of our awkward position.
Finally I broke the kiss with a sigh of "Papi." I rubbed my face and head against his, taking in his strong scent, and arched my back to take him just a fraction of an inch deeper. The heat of his body over mine disappeared and he took my hips in his hands. Slowly he drew his cock back until just the thinly stretched lips of my hole grasped at the rim of his flared cock head. In one fluid move he pulled completely free of my sensitive ring and rammed back in to the hilt.
The air rushed from my lungs and his loins smacked loudly against the flesh of my upturned ass. He repeated the move before I'd even caught my breath. My dick had gone from rock hard to semi-soft and was now hard enough to drive nails. I thrust my ass back and begged silently for more.
Santos fell into a steady beat of long thrusts that grew more rapid immediately. "Who takes care of you, kid? Who makes you feel good?" His huge shaft began pounding into me so fast I couldn't meet his thrusts.
"You, Santos... Only you," I cried out. I became a moaning mass of flesh as he pushed me out of my body until all that was left was sensation and wonder. His grunts played out as counterpoint to my moans and sighs. I gave up all pretense of participation and let him use me to find his pleasure. He drove me forward until my head and shoulder were pressed up against the wall and I was completely open to his driving prick. The length of him rode over my trigger-spot and awakened hungry nerves in the depths of my guts as I thrashed and moaned, begging for more.
My orgasm struck suddenly and curled my toes with its intensity. I roared out my release and my entire body contracted around his cock as the sperm flew out of my cock. If Santos made any sound I missed it but I felt the searing heat of his seed coating my guts in fiery spurts that managed to intensify my completion. I collapsed onto the bed and Santos landed on my back, his cock still twitching and spurting deeply inside me.
His warmth enveloped me, inside and out, and we panted together until our hearts stopped pounding. Slowly he went soft inside me and I felt the remnants of his copious load leaking out and running down towards my balls. I began to drift off when he gently disengaged himself and rolled me over, saying, "No you don't. Come on, Danny, don't pass out on me."
I rolled over onto my back and he pressed his body up against mine, his hand resting on my chest and his slimy cock nestled against my thigh. "I'm happy to play stud anytime but you said we need to talk. It sounded important," he continued.
"Right," I groaned. I closed my eyes and tried to order my thoughts. It was hard to get my mind back to the place it had been before he opened the door to that room. Nervousness and fear coiled in my gut and I rolled out of the bed, away from him, so I could move and think. I wasn't tired anymore as adrenaline pumped through me.
"I-I don't know where to start. Do you ever feel... Fuck, this is harder than I thought it would be." I paced back and forth in front of the bed, rolling my shoulders and stretching to get the kinks out. Everything I'd practiced saying sounded so lame now. "Listen, Santos, just... listen to me. Okay? Then you can say whatever. I just need to get this out." I turned to him and he nodded slowly to me, a hint of a smile playing around his lips.
"I was so fucking mad earlier when you called. I thought we'd agreed to stay away from each other and your call got me all wound up." I was working myself up to biting the bullet. "So here's the thing: I know I don't really know you. I get that. There's been so much pretending and bullshit when we've spent any time together. But I feel like I know you." I was gesturing wildly with my hands and thought I might throw-up. I looked up at him and he nodded for me to continue. I wondered what he thought of me as I paced naked and almost shouting.
"What I realized is that I wasn't mad at you. I've always been a coward." I held up a hand to stop him when he moved to leave the bed and say something. "Listen, it's true. Afraid of my parents, afraid of life, afraid of admitting who I am; and not just being gay but wanting something like this," I waved back and forth between us. "Wanting to let a guy be in control of me," I whispered.
Meeting his eyes, I forged on, "Afraid of letting someone in. It almost killed me when that whole thing went down with you and those guys, me sucking you all off." He cringed but I didn't give him time to speak. "But it didn't kill me, it made me stronger. We found our way back to each other time and again, every time it should have been too fucked up to continue." I moved to the front of the bed and stood before him.
"I can't hate you... I just can't. I think it's because I-I might love you," I finished and swallowed against the lump in my throat. I forced myself to keep my eyes on his. The skin around his eyes softened and his lips curled up in a gentle smile.
"Might?" he asked in a teasing tone.
"Well, like I said I don't really know you... but I want to. I want to know everything about you. I'm not trying to force you into anything, Santos. I just... wanted you to know. You're more than the first guy that fucked me. In spite of... or maybe because of everything that's happened between us I want to see if we could be more than that." Finally done, my piece said, I let my hands fall to my sides and waited to see what he would say.
"Com'ere, Danny." He pulled the sheet and comforter down and pushed them to the foot of the bed with his legs. I clambered over them and only made it halfway before he sat up and pulled me the rest of the way onto his body. He laid me back and slid atop me, his hands on my chest. He found my lips, his tongue leading, and gave me the slowest most sensual kiss I could imagine. He reached deep and he tasted every quarter of my mouth in a slow and seductive way that left me dazed.
"Danny," he whispered into my mouth and pulled back to kiss my eyes, nose, forehead and throat until he was back where he'd begun. "What'm I gonna do with you, kid?" I opened my eyes to meet his and I saw the longing there, and something else I couldn't identify. He snaked his arms between my shoulders and the bed and held me tight, his face tucked into my neck. My arms were already around him and I held him just as tightly and all my fears and doubts slid away, at least temporarily.
Finally, when I was starting to fall asleep again, he released me and pushed up on his arms to look down at me. I watched his face in wonder. He hadn't said anything about my little speech but it didn't feel like goodbye. In that moment all I wanted was to cuff him to me and keep him by my side for the rest of my life. His face went from speculative to amazed to his familiar smirking grin before he leaned down and gave me a soft swipe of his lips over mine. He rolled off me and laid back beside me.
"I won't be finished with this assignment for awhile, at least another couple months," he said to the ceiling.
"What then?" I asked, studying his profile and laying a gentle hand on his belly.
"Then I go back to whatever life I have in Miami, I guess."
"Are your parents there? The rest of your family?" There was so much about him that I wanted to know, so many more questions I wanted to ask.
"Yeah, my mom's there. My dad died when I was seven. And a lot of aunts, uncles and cousins; the ones that aren't in Cuba." I was hurting for him, for the wistful note in his voice, and soothed my hand over him.
"Sorry about your father, you must miss him."
"I do, but what about your family? Where are they?"
"I don't know where my parents are, we don't talk. When I joined the Army and took a pass on being a preacher like my dad they weren't pleased. God, if they knew I was gay they'd probably have matching aneurysms. It's for the best, though. I was more like an accessory for them. I have an Aunt Merle, she's in an old people's home out by Indio in California. She's the only one I have."
"I'm sorry, Danny." His hand closed over mine on his belly and he turned his head to look at me.
"Nothing to be sorry for. I never really had them so I can't miss them, you know? It's more like I miss the possibility of what could've been. I've been on my own for a long time."
"Maybe not anymore, huh?" He caught me by surprise with that one and my throat closed up, I had to fight back the stinging in my eyes.
"Fuck, Santos, can't we just walk out of here and keep going? Never look back?"
"I wish we could... more than anything." He turned my hand and laced his fingers with mine.
"Why can't we? We're only stuck in this shitty situation because we let ourselves be. I hate my job and I have a crappy little apartment that's just okay. There's so much more I want. What's holding us back except your job?"
"That's a pretty big exception, kid. I've dedicated the last couple years of my life to this. I have to see it through. You can understand that, right?"
"I get it, Santos, but I don't like it. Fuck! I feel like I finally found what I want and I can't have it. Maybe there's something I can do? I'll go down to Mexico and round up these fuckers. I bet I could do it in less than a week."
"What? Are you kidding?" He asked with a chuckle. "You're gonna go down there and do what a federal taskforce hasn't been able to do?"
"Shut up, asshole. I'm not saying I'm, like, Jason Bourne or anything. Just... when I'm with you I feel like I can do anything. Like... I'm a warrior, like I could take on the entire fucking world if it's for us." I felt embarrassed and took my turn to look up at the ceiling.
"I bet you could, too," he murmured and turned on his side. His big hand cupped the outside of my jaw and turned me to face him. He greeted me with a wolfish smile and said, "You're so fucking hot like this, all ready to go to war for me." He pulled me closer and met me halfway in a heated kiss that quickly turned demanding. He rolled over so he was above me again. I felt his cock lengthening against mine. I let my tongue slide against his into his mouth for a quick sweep before pulling back and sucking his full bottom lip between mine, nipping it.
"Shit, Danny, you better get some more lube." I hopped out of bed and went for the lube on the dresser, he didn't need to ask me twice, but stopped.
"I don't think I need more lube," I told him and reached behind me. I rubbed a finger through the crack of my ass and pressed the pad against my loose opening. I was still slippery there with come and lube. "No, I'm good for round two," I told him and knelt on the side of the bed but he held up a hand before I could climb back in.
"It's not for you, kid, for me. I want you to fuck me, make all this real for me," he said as he waved a hand around. "You better grab two of those things. It's been awhile for me." I just stared at him, still half on and half off the bed. "Go, Danny," he grinned at me.
I eased off the bed and took the few steps to the dresser, grabbing up two of the little packets beside my gun. I turned back and stared at Santos. He looked hotter than ever. His legs were splayed, his thickly muscled thighs relaxed. His cock reached up his belly and rested against the line of dark hair, dripping onto the crinkly hairs just above his navel. He brought his arms up and slipped his hands behind his head. I saw the underside of his arms and the designs of his tattoos I hadn't been able to study until then. The hair in his pits was moist and glistened in the soft light. I suddenly felt a little lightheaded.
"Bring it over here, Danny." His crooked smile showed he was silently laughing at me. I'd thought of fucking Santos, fantasized about it, but I'd never considered it a possibility. It would've been enough, right then, to just reach down and give myself a couple of strokes and come. But I did as he said and climbed onto the bed once again.
I handed the little sample packets to Santos as I got between his legs. He spread them and welcomed me into his arms. We kissed and I held my hips in check as our cocks lined up, afraid I might come. Panting I broke away from him and smiled goofily.
"Are you sure about this?" I had to ask so I'd know it was for real.
"I'm sure. I want to feel like I belong to you the way you belong to me. Let's seal the deal, kid."
I got up onto my knees in front of him. I stared down at him and, maybe for the first time, saw him as just a man. All my preconceptions about him as Joe Santos the thug', Santos the undercover fed' and `Santos the man who'd mastered me' all fell away. I was surprised to realize that I wasn't disappointed, I only wanted him more. All I saw was a man I could love. A fucking sexy man who seemed made just for me. My doubts fell away and I committed to the act we were about to begin.
"How long has it been?" I asked him as my eyes raked hungrily over his hairy muscular body and his cock thumped against his stomach.
"Not counting that almost-time with you, I was seventeen, sooo... it's been awhile."
"Then you need some foreplay," I said and gripping his knees I pulled his legs up and apart. I rolled him up onto his shoulders until his ass was open and exposed to me. I wedged one of my thighs under him for support and bent my head to lick him from the top of his crease to behind his balls. Santos groaned and closed his eyes.
He tasted strong on my tongue, salty and musky but not unclean; like the very essence of what a man should taste like. I inhaled and my cock pulsed at the strength of his scent. It was the first time I'd ever put my mouth on a man like that and it was nothing like I'd expected. I lapped over the tight little knot of muscles and paused to watch his ring wink and flex. The dark hairs were laid flat with my spit and the purplish skin of his hole settled.
I traced the puckered ring of muscles with a stiff tongue until they relaxed. I supported him with my hands on the sides of his ass, at the same time pulling his cheeks spread and opening him further. I dug my tongue into his body and the muscles milked at it. I pulled back and spat directly onto it before shoving my tongue back inside. Santos moaned and held his legs behind each knee.
I kissed and sucked at his hole until it opened and relaxed for me, lapping deep inside him. "Christ, Danny, what're you doing to me?" he groaned. I smiled against the taut skin and pulled back to rub the stubble of my jaw over his sensitized asslips. His body shook and I dove back in.
I spat again on his slightly opened hole and slid the middle finger of my right hand into him. He gripped it strongly and moaned as I searched out his prostate. Licking around his ring, I found the lump and traced around its fringes before massaging it directly. Santos bit back a cry and I looked up past his big hairy balls to see his eyes closed tightly and his jaw flexed shut. His hard dick leaked heavily onto his chest.
I spotted one of the lube packets beside him and grabbed the red plastic square. I twisted the tip off between my teeth and poured some around my embedded finger. I pulled it out a bit and joined my forefinger to push both into him. I gave him a second to get used to it before I began pumping them in and out, spreading the lube into him before adding more. His hole alternately relaxed and gripped around them. I licked along the rim again and was surprised by the strawberry taste of the lube.
After a few minutes of fingering him I began spreading them as I withdrew then added a third finger. Santos gasped but I only worked my fingers into him faster and harder, hitting his joyspot purposely. His ring relaxed more and I was able to spread my fingers, twist and turn them inside his slick passage. He was trying to thrust back onto them but his position wouldn't let him.
"Ugh," and he growled. "Fuck me already," he spit out. I tore my gaze away from the erotic sight of his hole opening around my fingers to find him glaring at me.
"Remember the first time you had me? How you made me beg for it?" I asked with a wicked grin.
"Fuck you," he gritted out as he released his legs. He pushed back against me hard enough to make me lose my balance. I toppled back onto the bed and before I knew it he'd scrambled around to straddle me and pin my hands above my head with one of his. He reached back with his free hand and it closed around my shaft.
"Santos," I wheezed and he rocked back and engulfed the head of my prick with his ass. I gasped and watched his grimacing face as he sank onto my cock. He didn't stop until I was sheathed fully and his tight hole flexed tightly around the base of my super-hard cock.
He leaned down, panting for breath, and pressed his forehead into my cheek hard enough to turn my head. I was stunned as he licked up from my chin to my ear. "I'll show you how to make a man beg, baby," he growled into my ear. My cock throbbed as his hole worked and squeezed around it. He used both hands to hold mine down and sought my mouth for a hard kiss, our teeth clicking together.
He pulled back to stare at me and his hips rocked in minute movements that pressed me inside him. "Christ, you're big," he said as he closed his eyes and I felt him consciously trying to relax. The grasping ring of muscles around the root of my dick slowed and I sank a bit deeper. We both sighed at that. Santos opened his eyes and gyrated his hips in a small circle, a cocky smirk on his face. My cock moved around inside the heat of his chute, pressing against the wet walls around and around. I tried to thrust up into him, searching for friction, without success.
He released my hands and straightened to support his weight with his hands on my chest. I slid mine up his thighs and held him around his waist, urging him to move. He went back to rocking against me, my dick barely moving in him. I bent my knees and dug my feet into the mattress for purchase. He held my chest against the bed so I couldn't find any counter-leverage. I moaned in frustration, trying to thrust.
"You wanna fuck me, Danny?" he practically purred. I watched him, mesmerized by his body moving and flexing above me. His abs flexed and contracted with each little movement of his hips.
"Damn it, Santos, move. Please...," I whined. I tried to lift him and turn us but he was settled too firmly upon me.
"Please what?" he teased with a slow blink to tell me he wasn't going anywhere soon. "You feel real good inside me like this," he told me and squeezed down hard on my cock with his inner muscles.
"Oh, fucking-A, Santos, I hate you." And I gave in. "Please let me fuck you. You're killing me here." I dug my head into the mattress and strained to get deeper inside him.
"I love hearing you beg, kid." I opened my eyes just enough to roll them for his benefit.
"You just love being on top, even when you're the one getting fucked," I replied.
"And that's part of why you love me." The way he said it and the smile he gave me made me melt. "Relax, baby. You'll get yours." He leaned down and kissed me, his body going lax above me.
I wrapped my arm behind his lower back and pushed off the mattress to turn us until I was on top without disconnecting. I dragged us to the edge of the bed, making Santos grunt and curse each time my cock jostled inside him.
Beside the bed I found the floor with my feet and pulled him hard onto my cock as I pushed his legs back towards his chest as far as possible. I slotted my shoulders under his calves and pressed my hands into the mattress on either side of his shoulders.
"You know you're gonna pay for that," I ground out when I'd found my position. I used a hard thrust to emphasize my words.
"Yeah, make me pay," he grunted and pushed his ass back at me. "Fuck me through the mattress."
I drew back for the first time and his insides dragged along my shaft in sweet friction. I pounded back into him, my hips rebounding off his ass. It was so good that I cried out, the tight heat of his raw channel like nothing before. I fucked him good and hard for awhile, until I was close to coming. I used my cock to pound at his ass and break down any resistance he might have left.
I paused just at the threshold and buried myself to the balls. Santos was breathing heavily beneath me, his hard cock drooling a puddle onto his chest, with his eyes closed. His ass pulsed and deeper inside it milked at the head of my cock.
I stood and pulled him closer to the edge where we'd begun before I fucked him into the middle. I held his legs in a loose grip and let them splay open. His eyes opened, dazed, and met mine. More in control, I eased my cock from the grip of his ass and rocked back into him.
"I'm going to come inside you, Papi," I said in the best conversational tone I could manage with my prick slipping in and out of him. "You want that? Want me to shoot my big load in you?" The best he could manage was a grunt and nod. "Say it, Santos," I commanded and ripped free of him for a second before slamming back in.
"Fuck," he cried out. "Do it, Danny, gimme your load," he begged. I'd never be able to express the feeling that ripped through me then. Having this man under me, begging for me and at my mercy, there for my use, was the most powerful experience of my life.
I gripped his legs tighter and began fucking him with long full strokes. With what was left of my mind I tried to make it good for him but I was at the limit of my patience, made selfish with my own howling need. It was a quick ascent to the hardest fuck I'd ever thrown a guy. Santos whimpered under my attack and his fists curled into the sheet as my cock pistoned through his open tunnel. Sweat beaded on my face and chest, dripped from my pits.
When my cock went off it was like an explosion. It ripped through me for eons, shattering me even as my hips jerked and twitched. I came completely unglued, bellowing my conquest to anyone who would hear. Time slipped and I felt bathed in fire.
Stupefied, I opened my eyes to find Santos squirming and bucking onto my buried cock. I was still mostly hard and I resumed my fuck even though my dick was beyond sensitive. I let loose his legs and took his big tool in hand. With barely one full stroke he was jetting come all over himself as I rode him through it. It came out thin and watery but with enough volume to soak the hair matting his chest and belly. His ass clenched and released deliciously around my spent cock.
When he'd stopped twitching I released his cock and eased mine out of him. I went to the bathroom and found a towel. With that in hand I returned to the bed and sopped his come up from his torso. He roused himself enough to move into the center of the bed after I tossed the towel away.
"I think you just fucked the life out of me. Come here," he said with his arms open, his eyes already half-closed. I got in and pulled the blankets up with me. "You still have to be the little spoon," he said sleepily. I grinned stupidly and moved into his arms. We turned until his front was pressed to my back and my head rested on his bicep. He wrapped his other arm around me and pulled me close.
"You're leaking out of me," he groused as we got comfortable. The clock beside the bed said it was after four.
"You'll get used to it." His breathing was already evening out. "I love you," I whispered as my eyes drifted shut.