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Lifting my arms, I place my hands on his shoulders, but quickly slide them down his smooth skin. I expected the tattoos to feel raised, but they don’t. His skin is soft.
“Keep touching,” he says as he leans down and claims my mouth again.
My breath hitches as warmth spreads through me, twisting like a storm in my belly before moving lower. I’ve neverexperienced desire on such a tangible, visceral level before. My desires always felt more like innocent curiosity, but not this. This is overwhelming and powerful. This changes everything I thought I knew about myself.
“Give me your hand, gorgeous.”
I hold out my hand and Borja takes it, sliding it over the curve of his ass before pressing my fingers into his crease.
“Touch me there too. Get me ready for your cock.”
“Gods,” I whimper. “How?”
“Put your fingers in. I already used some lube. Just feel.”
I prod at his hole with my fingers, noting how soft the skin is there, the puckered texture, the heat. So much heat. I press my fingertip against his hole, and we both gasp as I breach him, his body reacting by clenching around me.
“Oh gods.”
“Yes,” he hisses. “So good. Do you want to see what you’re doing to me?”
“Please.”
Borja hops up, twisting around so his ass is above me. I return to my task of exploring his hole, testing to see how far I can press in with my finger, surprised when he demands more.
Gently, I add a second finger, and Borja’s reaction is nothing short of incredible. His moans vibrate through me as he pushes back onto me, fucking himself while I watch in pure awe.
“Fuck yes,” he murmurs, rocking back and forth. “Need your cock.”
Before I can react, Borja flips around again, grabs the lube bottle off the mattress, and pours some over my cock.
“Next time I’m gonna blow you,” he says, holding my gaze as he strokes me. “I’m gonna eat your ass too. You’ll love it.”
I’m left unable to utter a single word, which suits me fine. Borja is in charge of this.
He straddles my hips, gripping my cock and guiding the tip to his hole. Then he slowly slides down my length, and my mouth falls open as overwhelming heat envelopes me.
Borja’s eyelids flutter and a smile graces his beautiful mouth. “Fuck yeah. Been so long, Farns. Ooh, this is good. You good?”
I nod, but since his eyes are closed he can’t see me. He opens them, his brow creased.
“Are you good?”
“Yes,” I mutter. “It’s… a lot.”
“But good, right? You want to keep going?”
“Definitely.”
He leans forward and drags his tongue up my cheek. “Good thing, ’cause I’m about to rock your world.”
Chapter 19
Borja
Fuck, this is good.
The temptation to close my eyes and lose myself is strong, but I can’t take my eyes off Farnsworth’s face. For a man who is fairly stoic, his expression is anything but right now. He watches me with wide eyes, his mouth open, his breathing heavy. His hands rest on my hips while I rock and grind and bounce on his cock. Just like I thought, he’s the perfect size for me.
