Page 44 of Under His Sheets
Alonso fastened his towel around his waist, slid off his wet boxers, and followed me.
“Randall, what is wrong? Have I said something?”
I paused. I was being stupid. “No, sorry. I’m feeling a little overwhelmed tonight.”
“Of course you are. You were in an explosion. You need rest.” He looked at me with his head tilted and he narrowed his eyes. “But it’s something else, isn’t it?”
“I love that you take care of me, that you came here tonight. I’m just not good at reading the room. I’m afraid my last relationship has me worrying about things.”
He planted his hands on his hips, and sighed. “I am here because I want you. Not because you sang for me, not because of my job, and not because of any sort of obligation. You are the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, Randall. I’m here because you are a bright spot in a time that could be very dark for me. You see me when others haven’t, and you never ask anything of me. And despite what you think, I see you too. I see what you try to hide. I don’twantyou to hide. Let me see all of you, amor. I want all of you, whatever you want to give me.”
“God, I’m trying not to cry over here. Stop,” I said, but I laughed as my eyes welled up.
He moved across the room and took me in his arms, burying his face in my neck. I felt him take a big breath and let it out. “Can I stay? I want to hold you.”
“That sounds terrible.” I smiled so wide my cheeks hurt. “I’ll hate every minute of it.”
I crawled into bed and then dropped the towel on the floor. “Do you want some sweats or something?”
“Is it okay that I don’t?”
I held up the blanket. “Very.”
There was something very comforting about Alonso’s presence, and I slept soundly for the first time in a long time. I still woke at daybreak, however, as my body was on a pretty regular schedule.
Alonso was still asleep, pressed against my back, his arm draped over my side, his other arm under my pillow. I wanted to roll over and watch him, but if I moved at all, he tightened his grip with a grunt. I loved it. But then he shifted, and I felt his hard dick against my ass.
Oh hello.
“You are squirmy in the morning,” he said, his lips brushing the back of my neck.
“I wanted to be creepy and watch you sleep.”
“I like you like this,” he said, and he shifted his hips. His erection slid between my legs, and I gasped.
“I likeyoulike this,” I said, pushing my hips back against him.
He moaned and thrust against me, sliding his erection over my sensitive skin, past my balls, and brushing the base of my cock.
“Can I touch you? Can I make you feel good, amor?”
“Yes. Please.Si us plau.”
He chuckled against my neck and nuzzled against my hair.
And he made me feelsogood. The pressure, the friction, was so intense, and when he licked his palm and stroked my already leaking cock, I was in heaven. He held me so tight, with one hand splayed on my chest and the other stroking me in synch with his thrusts, his slow, full-bodied thrusts that had my whole body trembling.
I loved being surrounded by him, possessed by him. I squeezed my thighs together, hooking my ankles, and Alonso moaned louder, muttering something in Catalan that sounded spicy. I reached back and grabbed his hip, pulling him evencloser as I felt the telltale rush of heat that meant I was close…so close.
“I’m gonna come, baby,” I said. “I’m gonna…I’m…Ohhhhh.”
“El meu cor, Randall.” And I felt the warmth of his spend coat my thighs as his whole body shuddered. His movements slowed and he pressed kisses and nibbles into my shoulder.
“Best morning ever,” I said, turning enough to kiss his lips.
He grabbed his towel that he’d left on his side of the bed the night before, and cleaned us up, finally allowing me to roll over and wrap myself around him.
“I’m afraid I need to leave, though,” he said, running his hands over my back. “I don’t want to move, but I can’t chance being seen here, and I know where my cousin has cameras.” He kissed me and then climbed out of bed. “Can I come back tonight?”
