Page 30 of Under His Sheets
I knelt before him on the bed and ran my hands over the curves of his inner thighs, stroking him below his sac with my thumbs. All that skin, the color of smoky quartz and covered with dark hair, soft on his torso and arms, and coarse and curly everywhere else, was a delight to all of my senses. He was solid, his muscles thick, but not cut like a bodybuilder. I wanted to keep touching, but my mouth was…hungry for him.
“Roll on your side?” I asked as I lay beside him and scooted down. I wrapped my arm around his hips, holding his lower half tight against my chest, and continued savoring him, nestling my cheek against his hipbone, kissing everywhere I could until his legs were trembling so much that I knew he needed me.
And I loved being needed.
I looked up into his eyes and he ran a hand over the top of my head.
“Tan bonic.”
I felt beautiful. I felt…seen. That was what was so wonderful about Alonso. Hesawme, never asked for anything or wanted me for anything other than…me. What a stellar gift he was.
I took him into my mouth and retained eye contact with him as he began to slowly, shakily move his hips, thrusting in and out of my ecstatic mouth, all while continuing to gaze at me in wonder and stroke my hair. I gripped his ass, loving the feel of his muscles flexing, twitching as he moved, and I let my fingers graze between them, keeping my gaze on his, hoping he was?—
He let out a long, quiet moan as I touched his hole, and his hips bucked, his rhythm gone. I didn’t know if he had any lube, and I didn’t want to hurt him, but apparently the light pressure was enough for him, because he grabbed my jaw and his back arched.
“Randall, I?—”
I nodded, still looking up at him, and I pulled off, leaving my tongue on the underside of his cock as he came with a harsh gasp. He filled my mouth with his spend and I continued to lick him until he shuddered and placed a firm hand on my shoulder.
He never stopped watching me.
“Fes-me un petó. Un beso, por favor. Si us plau.”
I frowned, and he pulled me up face-to-face with him and chuckled. He was panting and his chest was damp with perspiration.
“Kiss me,” he said, and I so did. He whimpered as he tasted himself on my tongue and it made me ridiculously happy that he seemed so pleased.
“You bounce back and forth between Spanish and Catalan and I’m still trying to learn the first one,” I said when he paused to breathe.
He smiled and pressed his forehead to mine. “You need to learn both. Keep up, amor.”
Amor. He’d said that before. Why did I think he really meant it, that I was his love?
All I could do was smile back at him.
Once his breathing slowed he looked me up and down. “You seem to be overdressed.”
My cheeks burned. How did I tell him that I was much more comfortable withhimnaked than me? “Oh.” I started to get up. “Let me just turn off the lights.”
“Randall, wait.” Alonso sat up. “Is everything all right?”
“Yeah,” I said, my voice cracking. I turned off the light, then I unbuttoned my dress shirt and took it off in the dark, laying it with my sweater. At least I thought I had. I took off my pants and set them on the chair too and went back to the bed in my t-shirt and boxers. I climbed back into the bed against the wall and under the covers. “Sorry, I take up a lot of space.”
Alonso stopped my squirming movements with a hand to my cheek.
“Stop,” he said quietly. “You’re good. You’re more than good. I like you very much. All of you.” He ran a hand down my chest, over my t-shirt. “I want you to be comfortable, but I want to touch you. Are you hiding from me?”
“I’m not hiding,” I said with a sigh. I didn’t want to make a big deal of our physical differences. It was my own issue to contend with. He hadn’t seemed to be bothered by the extra me, so I shouldn’t be either.
“Good,” he said, grabbing my ass and pulling my front flush to his. “Because if you want to spend the night in my childhood bed with me, we should really act out all of my teenaged fantasies.”
I burst out laughing but his hand caught most of the sound. We pressed our foreheads together and continued to snicker, pulling the covers over our heads.
“Be quiet,” I said. “Your parents are going to hear.” But I couldn’t stop smiling.
“You are the one who needs to be quiet. I can’t wait to reciprocate.”
And he did, sucking me off reverently, just as I had him, and once more we watched each other. It was darker now, but I could still make out his eyes in the pale light from the window. I couldn’t believe that this incredible man, who knew who I was, who saw me for all that I was, would so enthusiastically go down on me. He was quiet, yes, but his grip was firm, even when I tried to pull away. He ran one hand up over my belly and for once it didn’t take me out of the moment. With the other hand he held on tight to my ass, encouraging me to move, to thrust as he had. My skin prickled with sweat, and with a zing up my spine, I knew I was close.
