Page 58 of Unruly
“Fuck yeah,” Borja whispers. “Farns, you feel so fucking good. Yousmellso. Fucking. Good.”
I rub furiously against him, digging my fingers into every bit of him I can touch. Everything about him is so gloriously strong and masculine. I’d almost forgotten where my attractions lie. What a beautiful reminder.
“Yes,” Borja pants. “Oh fuck, yes.”
His cock swells and twitches, then warm liquid spreads across my cock and belly. Borja kisses me hard, grinding into me until the tension in my stomach reaches a climax and I cry out from the first orgasm I’ve ever experienced with another man.
The sensation is breathtaking, leaving me gasping for air and trembling while Borja holds me in his arms, rocking me against his chest. When it all dies down, I feel as though I’m floating back to earth on a cloud.
“Gods,” I manage to say several minutes later.
“Yeah.” Borja chuckles. “That was wicked awesome.”
“Indeed.”
We lie together, catching our breath, but as I cool down, the gravity of what just occurred grips me.
“Is that hooking up?”
“You can call it that, except we’re probably gonna see each other again.” He rises slightly, balanced on his elbow. “We might even do it again if you’re down.”
“Down where?”
“I meant if you want to.”
“You’d want to?”
He nods, gazing at me with a somewhat predatory gleam in his eyes.
“Perhaps.” I sit up awkwardly, unclear on what to do now. “Um, Borja?—”
“We don’t have to talk about it if you’re not comfortable. I totally respect that.” He sits up too, scooting over to give me room.
I watch as he picks up his shirt and wipes my belly and cock with it. “Thank you.”
“You can sleep in my bed tonight if you want. There’s room. Doesn’t have to mean anything if you don’t want it to, but it feels pretty wrong to leave you out here on this shitty couch after that.”
“Oh, um… perhaps.”
“Yeah, I’ll go shower. Unless you want to join me?”
I shake my head, biting my lower lip.
“Cool.” He stands and gathers his clothes.
Just before he walks off, I find the bravery to stop him. “Borja.”
“Yeah?”
“I want to tell you something.”
He walks back over and sits on the edge of the coffee table. “Sure. What’s up?”
“I… Well, first of all, thank you for that experience.”
He smiles and nods.
“Also, I thought you should know… Well, I’d rather not tell you actually, but if we’re to—if this were to happen again, or something like it, then you should know.”
