Page 66 of Bazooka
He smiled. “Close your eyes, Luz.”
I chuckled and did what he said.
“You’re not going to spank me again, are you? Because we should probably agree on a safe word before—”
When something grazed my mouth over the fabric, I froze on the spot.
What the fuck was that?
Was that…
No.
Noooo. No way.
I parted my lips to draw a breath when the fleeting touch repeated, firmer this time. I reached for the shawl and dragged it down my face, only to feel warm lips on mine. At that point, my brain shut down. A hand found my face, and fingers dug into my cheeks, making me part my lips because I forgot to do it. When a tongue licked at mine, my heart rate increased to an unhealthy level until it became a hum in my ears.More. It was the only thing repeating itself in my head, the only thing I knew.More, more, more, more, more.I raised my head and deepened the kiss with desperation that had accumulated in me formonths. And I felt ravenous. I needed to eat him, drink him, become him. I needed to… I just needed him. All of him.
I was clumsily trying to get his T-shirt off him when he took my hands in his and pinned them to the bed. Our fingers intertwined, our palms connected. Our lips kept moving, devouring, our tongues licking and teasing each other. My skinfelt raw wherever his beard grazed it, but I wanted more of it… more… more.
After a while, he shifted on the bed, moving into a more comfortable position. His lips slowed down, changing pace. They were more leisurely now, teasing even. I could feel him relaxing against me as he took his timesavoringme. Kissing me. And kissing me. And kissing me.
The kiss lasted and lasted until it stopped being a kiss and became a make-out session. Until my lips turned numb, and I could barely move them anymore. I could feel his mouth gradually slowing down, but I had no more energy in me, anyway. My tongue felt weird. My gums, too. I felt teeth nipping at my bottom lip and gentle suction before it all stopped.
“Happy birthday, Luz,” Bazooka murmured against my mouth. “Because this will never happen again.”
After he left the room, I just remained lying there and staring at the ceiling. My dick was hard as a concrete block, but I was barely aware of it. My pulse refused to slow down, and my heart was thumping in my chest like crazy. My brain barely functioned, but the only thing that kept repeating in my head was a jumble of words that said it all.
I’minloveI’minloveI’minloveI’minloveI’minloveI’minloveI’minlove.
The same words were echoing in my head when I woke up.
Chapter 10
Actions and Reactions
Bazooka
So, that happened.
I still had no idea how the entire thing unfolded or what to think about it, but think of it, I did. A lot. Why? Mostly because of the consequences that would undoubtedly follow.
I didn’t mean to kiss Luz. I didn’t want to kiss him. It was the farthest thing from my mind, but he made me so mad that I saw red. He touched my dick, and he made me lose it. I would have stopped after the first slap, but it only made him hard, which made me even angrier. The little fucker liked it, so I gave it to him. After I came to his room and saw the imprint of my hand on his buttocks, I regretted the whole damn thing. Yes, he was insolent, disobedient, and he didn’t respect my rules. In fact, he was shitting all over my rules by constantly breaking them and laughing in my face. Still, I shouldn’t have reacted that way, so when I saw his crushed expression, I only wanted to make him feel better. So, I kissed him. It wasn’t supposed to last as long as it did, but I got lost in it. I’d never kissed a dude before, and it felt so strange that Ihadto keep doing it to find outwhyit felt so strange. And Luz was a good kisser. Passionate. A bit rough. Eager as a puppy.
But the road to hell, good intentions, and all that malarkey. Was I right to worry? I wasn’t sure until Luz showed up in the morning wearing his sunglasses. And no one wore sunglasses indoors unless they were hiding something.
“Hey,” I said, glancing at him before turning on the coffee machine. “Want some coffee?”
“Yeah,” he replied, his voice hoarse from sleep. I could feel his gaze on my bare chest, and I chided myself for forgetting to put on my T-shirt, but I was still half-asleep.
I brought two cups of coffee to the table and sat across from him. I put on my eyeglasses and scrolled through my phone, while Luz drank coffee in silence. There was an awkward tension between us that was almost palpable, but neither of us commented on it.
“So, what’s the story with Sister Mary?” he blurted out, startling me.
It wasn’t the question I expected, so I gave it some thought before I answered him.
“After my parents died, I ended up in foster care. Bad things happened, and then I met Sister Mary. She helped me, and we became close. End of story.”
Luz snorted. “That’s the worst-told life story I’ve ever heard.”
