Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
With his legs wrapped around Miguel’s waist, Nero rocked his hips, rubbing himself against Miguel’s steel-hard dick like an animal in need of taming. There was no pretending that Miguel only kissed Nero for the sake of the bet. He got wrapped up in this man, just like he always feared he would, but he’d gladly offer himself to the caiman teeth inked on Nero’s skin, because he was already being devoured and liked it.
He slid his hands to Nero’s neck to feel it pulse rapidly against his palms, as if it was an animal and wanted to rub itself against him. Miguel grunted, rolling his tongue over Nero’s palate, and when the sharp bottom teeth scraped the underside of his tongue, his balls throbbed as if he were about to come. He ground his cock against Nero and squeezed his hands on the thick neck as hard as he could without causing damage.
Nero uttered a soft, strained grunt and swallowed against Miguel’s palm, clutching at him as if he were afraid Miguel would pull away. He shivered, and whined but didn’t try to push Miguel away, as if he felt safe in his hands despite knowing what Miguel had done to his father only hours prior. He squeezed Miguel’s braids and changed the position of his hips to guide Miguel’s frantic thrusts.
But when Nero’s hand dove between their bodies and touched Miguel’s dick through denim, it was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head. He grabbed the hand and squeezed Nero’s neck in warning with the other. He couldn’t explain why he found the gesture necessary, because he didn’t want to hurt Nero, but his nerves were tattered, and he needed to regroup because the kiss did in fact mean everything.
He pulled his mouth away to speak, and his tongue missed the delicious wet heat of their kiss already. “Don’t,” he rasped.
Nero’s breath was hot on his face, and spicy from the food they’d eaten. “Why?”
Miguel’s heart pounded because Nero had just communicated he wanted more, and Miguel wasn’t ready for a head-on confrontation with his sexuality.
Instead of pushing Nero away though, he took a deep breath and hugged him, putting his chin on Nero’s shoulder, overwhelmed by their closeness. “I don’t feel ready, okay? I… I’m not… Just let me have this, don’t rush through me.” He was embarrassed to say such needy things and pressed his face against Nero’s neck, seeking comfort he wasn’t often granted. His insides were raw with tension and unfamiliar emotion. He couldn’t bear to have salt thrown at those open wounds.
Nero, while initially tense, relaxed against him with a soft exhale and rested his hands on Miguel’s shoulders. “Been a while since someone gave me blue balls.”
Miguel kissed his neck, amazed by how natural it felt to hold another man in his arms. It was like coming home after years of wandering the desert and surviving on meager rations of food and water.
“Hope you can wait instead of getting your rocks off elsewhere.” He chuckled but wasn’t joking at all. He might not be ready to take the plunge, but that didn’t mean he’d gotten all he wanted and was ready to let Nero go.
Less than an hour back, he had wondered whether fulfilling the forbidden fantasy of having sex with a man was worth all the risk and stress involved, but now he knew he wanted to do this again and again for as long as Nero wanted him around.
Nero’s fragrant body relaxed against his. “I’m too tired for that.”
Miguel ran his hands up and down Nero’s back, unwilling to stop just yet. “Time for bed then.”
Nero gave the faintest nod even though his cock was no softer than it had been a minute ago. Miguel would be falling asleep with nothing else but that on his mind.
Chapter 15
Nero
Nero couldn’t remember another night both so peaceful and frustrating.
He’d had Miguel right there, finally giving in to the desires he’d so long kept hidden, only to be stopped once things started to get heated.
Not ready.
How was a grown-ass man like Miguel not ready to get his dick sucked? Was he expecting flowers or some shit? He’d proven surprisingly gentle at times, so maybe he was one of those people who’d fallen for the romantic notions sold by Hollywood romcoms.
Nero didn’t attempt to seduce him again as they lay together on an old mattress, covered by a stained sheet. He lay awake, hoping that Miguel would touch him with strong hands that felt cool against skin, and that they’d make out until their balls turned midnight blue.
He only dozed off once Miguel’s warm arms and chest lulled him into sweet oblivion. But as morning light snuck into the former ice cream booth, which they’d been offered for the night, he was again wide awake and increasingly aroused by Miguel’s closeness despite the faded cardboard cut-outs stored in the small interior watching them with their flat eyes.