Page 63 of Under His Sheets
“I remember. I was supposed to go with him, but I wasn’t…I haven’t been feeling up to socializing much. He tries to get me out, but the winery is my life right now.”
“Right. I remember Cecilia saying you and Felip sort of swapped places, huh?”
He nodded. “I needed to be back here. It’s better for me.”
I recognized that waver in his voice. I thought perhaps this man, who was not much older than me, had been struggling. I could relate.
“Anyway, I didn’t think I’d see him again, and then he showed up at my work, and then at the winery…”
“Ah, yes. Mama’s birthday. I see. Well, I won’t say anything. He should be the one to tell our family.”
I laughed. “Don’t want to be in the middle of that revelation?”
He shook his head and clicked his tongue against his teeth. “No way.” Then he laughed. “Our family is wonderful, and they will be happy for him, for you both. But they are a lot to take. I hope you will see the former and put up with the latter.”
I smiled at him. “I can handle it.”
He nodded. “Good. Because I’ve never seen him look at anyone like he looks at you.” He gave me a warm smile, patted my shoulder and then headed back to the couches.
And I exhaled.
The men left us a few minutes later and as soon as they were gone, Alonso took me back to bed.
“I know we don’t have much time,” he said, and that was all the encouragement I needed. I let the robe fall and he was out of his clothes with superhuman speed. I laughed as he backed meonto the bed. He spread my legs and pushed my thighs until my knees were at my shoulders.
“I want to taste you, amor.” He ran his tongue down my crease and over my hole. I groaned loudly. I had never been good at asking for what I wanted, but Alonso never gave me the chance to lament that fact. He loved to love my body how I loved to be loved. And he loved me with gusto, licking and kissing my tender flesh until I was a quivering mess. Then he planted his fists on either side of my hips and took my straining cock down the back of his throat.
He moaned with his lips sealed around my shaft and it only took a few bobs of his head until I was completely undone. I came with a shout, hoping that a fancy place like this had thick enough walls to muffle my cries of pleasure.
He licked at my belly and then moaned as he rose to his knees between my thighs, rubbed his cock over mine, and gave himself a few quick strokes before he covered my cock and belly with his spend. I’d never seen anything hotter in my entire life. He was so incredibly beautiful, covered in sweat and cum, his hair a mess, his lips an even darker red than usual and swollen. His chest heaved with his breaths and he had to catch himself on my raised knees to remain upright.
I held my arms out to him and he collapsed on me with a chuckle. “I cannot explain to you how special this is,” he said when he could speak. “To share so freely with someone. This is unusual for me. All of what we do together, Randall. ” He pushed up to look into my eyes. “I haven’t felt like this before.”
“Me neither.” I said, swallowing the lump in my throat. “Given that, my feelings are all over the place.” And I was trying really hard not to cry. It was like all of the events, all of my fears, all of it cascaded down upon me until I felt like I was caught in a riptide, about to be pulled under.
Alonso brushed my hair back. “I’m right here with you, amor. Feel.” He took my hand and pressed it against his chest where his heart was beating wildly and held it there. “You have my heart.”
“And you have mine,” I said, wishing for the courage to use that stronger word that I knew would change everything between us. Would it be enough to make him want to keep me?
He let me hold him while his breathing slowed. I ran my hands over his back, wondering about his scars. I figured I could at least ask about my favorite one.
“I know you have had many adventures that you probably can’t talk about, but can I ask about, you know, I thought it was a dimple on your chin this whole time, but it’s a scar isn’t it? How did you get it?”
He barked out a laugh and rolled over onto his back. He scrubbed his face with his hands. “I do have a dip there, but the scar made it much deeper. I was wrestling with Felip. He put my face through a window once.”
“No! Oh my God, how awful!”
“It was not a bad fight or anything like that. We were being rough in the house, which Mama forbade us from ever doing. I did him dirty, you know what I mean, and when he could finally straighten up, he grabbed my neck and went to push me against the wall, but I turned and broke a pane on the back door with my face. My chin got it the worst, but I have one here, and here,” he said, pointing to his eyebrow, which I hadn’t noticed because it didn’t interrupt the thick hair there, and the other spot was at his temple.
“This one is really big,” I said, tracing it lightly. “You could have been really hurt.”
“Sí. Felip got in a lot of trouble for that. He didn’t even rat me out for starting it.”
“I never fought physically with my brothers. They pushed me around when I was little, then they just ignored me. I didn’t have that fight-back reflex,” I laughed.
“Because you are a lover, not a fighter,” he said, kissing me with lots of tongue. Oh, he tasted so good. I wished we could hide out in this place forever, but just as I thought it, I worried about Camille and my friends.
As if he read my mind, Alonso’s relaxed face tensed up. “I hate to leave here…”
