Page 25 of Trick of the Flesh
“Untie me, Miguel. I wanna touch you.Please.”
“Okay.” His fingers gently undo the knot, freeing my hands.
I take full advantage and without letting my brain talk me out of it, I grab his face and kiss him. My mouth attacks his, hungry for a taste of what I’ve been craving. Years of repressed feelings and attraction colliding like it’s the end of the world. I’m caught between fear and craving, arousal and shame. Every fiber of my body is alive, every nerve taut and raw. I know the moment he moves will shatter me completely.
I can’t stop my hands from shaking as I fist his hair, weaving into his mess of curls and ruining how he’d styled it. My chest heaves as he pulls back, studying me, reading every reaction. It’s amazing how obedient my body’s become, like it knows that this is what it needs.
Miguel grins, catching the faint tremor that skates across my lips. “Perfect,” he whispers. “Do you know how fucking perfect you are, Caleb? You’ve waited so long to be mine. And now… you are.”
The words hit me like a weight.Nobody has ever called me perfect.I press myself closer against him, not because I have to, but because I want to. Because I’ve been aching for this control, this dark obsession, for him to take me fully. So many nights I would wish for him to come into my room, crawl under the covers with me and break the façade.
I close my eyes, letting myself feel the tension build to its breaking point. Every sense is sharp, every sound muted with the exception of his voice and the pulse of my own desperation.
He leans in again, whispering into my ear, teeth grazing my lobe, “All of you. Every piece of you is perfect.” Miguel grips the hem of my sweatshirt and pulls it over my head. My bare chest with the chaotic placement of random tattoos is now on display for him.
There’s no rhyme or reason to any of them, just little things to give me the hit of dopamine that I needed. The prick of the needle on my skin would dull everything around me even if it was just for a moment.
I can’t stop the shiver. “I’ve never seen myself like that—” I breathe, every word soaked in surrender, shame, and craving.
“Well, I said you are.” He steps back and pulls his shirt over his head, one arm in a complete sleeve, chest covered in an intricate tribal design, and a serpent coiling down the other arm.
My mouth hangs open as I watch him kick his shoes off and take off his pants.
“Shoes and shorts, little brother. I need to see all of you.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice—I kick my shoes off, one of them hitting the wall a little too loud. Then come down my shorts and underwear, my hands dropping to cover myself.Self-conscious?Maybe a little. I’m not small by any means—if I had to guess, I’d say Miggy and I are about the same size.
Mine is just sans piercings.
“Don’t hide yourself from me, Caleb.” He tugs at my hands and I drop them.
Eyeing my cock, he smirks. “Now why would you hide your cock from me, little brother?”
“I—I dunno?”
“Hmm, I’ll just have to work on how you see yourself, because you have nothing to hide. You’re beautiful, Caleb.”
I feel the tears prick at the corners of my eyes.Christ, you will not cry right now, Caleb.
With my hand in his, he leads me to the bed and urges me onto my back. For a second, a part of me panics.This is really happening.“You don’t want me on hands and knees?” The words come out almost unintelligible with how fast I say them.
“No, I want to see your face while I fuck you for the first time, Caleb. Or would you rather ride me?”
I stare up at him, my brain trying to process the question. I’ve never done either, so I don’t even know how to answer him. “Um. I guess—how do you want me?”
“I gave you the options, Caleb. Pick one.”
If only it were that easy.
I swallow hard, my mouth dry. My pulse is sprinting like it wants to leap out of my chest. His words shouldn’t calm me, but they do. He’s giving me a choice.
“I… want to see you,” I finally whisper. My voice sounds too small, too uncertain, but it’s the truth. “I want to watch you when you… take me.”
Miguel’s mouth curves into a slow, hungry grin. “See, that wasn’t so hard.”
It was.
Heat rushes through me at his words, sharp and dizzying. He presses a knee onto the mattress, crawling over me with deliberate patience, like he knows every inch he takes will wind me tighter. His weight settles above me, heavy and grounding,and for once my thoughts don’t feel like they’re trying to shred me apart.
