Page 16 of Fixate
I would try to lay down for a few hours. Maybe take one of those power nap things people rant about online.
“What are you doing?”I said, my voice heavily fogged with sleep. I rubbed my eyes, fighting against the hope my vision hadn’t failed me.
Ricardo approached the end of the bed with slow, seductive movements. “I’m doing what I should have years ago.”
I watched as he stripped off his shirt and jeans. His body was a work of art, all hard lines covered in a soft layer of hair. There were a few tattoos, but I couldn’t make them out over the roaring lust I felt.
“Ricardo,” I whispered when he crawled onto the bed.
He didn’t stop at my plea. Nor did he act like my shock was warranted.
I mean, sure, I’d wanted the man for far longer than was right. It was hard not to when someone was exactly my type.
But the shock was valid since he was firmly in the ‘straight and unobtainable’ category.
With him hovering over my body in nothing but a pair of too-small boxer briefs, I suspected that I might have gotten that last part wrong. Maybe he was more versatile than I’d thought.
I cleared my throat. “I’ll repeat myself once. What are you doing here?”
Ricardo’s lips tugged up at the corners. “What does it look like I’m doing? You might be confused but your body isn’t.”
His gaze went to my cock. The damn thing was harder than it had ever been. It stood at attention, demanding someone give it relief.
As if he could hear my thoughts, Ricardo moved back until his mouth hovered over the tented sheet. Hot breaths fanned over my crown through the material, making me twitch and grip the bedding beside me so I didn’t make any rash decisions.
Though I held back from pushing for anything more, I shouldn’t have worried. Ricardo was in complete control.
He pulled the sheet back without an ounce of hesitation. His hand wrapped around my cock, gripping it firmly as he whispered, “Tell me what you like.”
I trembled beneath him, my body already far too close to coming. My ego was going to take a hit from this. There was no recovering after blowing your load so quickly.
“You. I like you. Everything you do feels good.”
I wasn’t lying to him. He was what I wanted. What I craved.
He could have done something completely ludicrous, and I’d have still been turned on in a ridiculous way. It was all I could do not to let the dominant side of me take over.
But more than I wanted to make him submit to me, I needed to see what he had in mind. What did my quiet, observant boy want from me?
He hummed, leaning closer until his mouth was hovering over my length. “I’ve been wanting this for a while. Resisting you took everything I had.”
I didn’t get a chance to reply to that news. His tongue circled my crown, stealing the words from my lips.
My head dropped back, and my hips rose without my consent. I pulled back as quickly as I could to try to stop him from gagging.
I would never have guessed what would happen next.
Instead of choking on my cock like most men who’d never given head like this would, his jaw opened, and he swallowed me down whole. As I lowered my hips to the ground, he chased me. It was like he couldn’t stand to be separated from me, even for just a second.
“Fuck,” I shouted as I felt my orgasm crash over me.
There was no time to warn him. No way to see if he’d be ok swallowing the load I was about to give him.
Ricardo’s eyes met mine as the first spurt broke free. He didn’t seem surprised by the action. If anything, his gaze became even more ravenous. He sucked and swallowed until I was writhing beneath him, too sensitive to do anything.
“That’s enough, baby,” I moaned, my fingers in his hair attempting to gently pull him away.
He sat up slowly. His tongue ran across his lips, as if he were savoring every drop.
