“Roll over. I want to see your face when I slip inside you.”
Ali gets on his back and spreads his legs for me, letting me get into position. With my cock in hand, I begin to cautiously push in.
“Ah,” he says after a gasp. I pause my movements and then he tells me, “Keep going.”
I slip past that tight ring of muscle and moan as I push all the way in his tight ass. “Holy shit.”
“Yeah.” His voice is thick with lust.
I ease back before traveling back in, loving how he clenches around my cock. Bracing my arms on either side of him, I plant a kiss on his mouth while I slowly rotate my hips.
“Fuck,” he growls, biting my lip as he arches his hips. “Harder.”
My lips draw up into a lopsided grin. “Stop trying to top from the bottom and let me enjoy this. I don’t want to bust in five seconds.”
Ali places one hand on my neck while his other rests on my back, and he draws me in for a toe-curling kiss. I start thrusting in and out, grunting with each movement.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this. You. God, your ass is tight,” I say with a moan.
After a couple minutes, I get on my knees and move back, trying to stay enveloped in his tight warmth. I stand at the side of his bed and pull him to the edge, holding his muscled thighs in my hands as I fuck him harder and deeper.
“Oh shit. Yeah. Fuck me, Merrick,” he cries out, grabbing his veiny cock and stroking it with vigor.
Watching him jack off does things to me I can’t explain. My already rapid pulse increases even more and I swear my erection grows thicker as I watch his muscles flex while he strokes that beautiful dick. I thought being on stage in front of millions gave me a high unlike anything else, but I was wrong. Watching Ali get off to my touch is out of this world.
I push his legs up higher and watch my cock dip in and out. The visual alone is enough for me to come. Good God.
Ali’s eyes are squeezed closed as he fists his cock, seeking release. I slowly pull almost all the way out before burying myself to the hilt with one quick thrust.
“Ah!” he bellows. “Fuck, yes.”
I keep it up, holding his hips off the bed and getting the perfect angle to hit that perfect spot every time I thrust in.
“Shit,” I grunt, sweat dripping from my forehead and falling to Ali’s stomach.
“I’m close,” he says.
“Yes, baby,” I pant. “You gonna come for me?”
He nods. “Oh, God.”
I pummel myself into him, trying to get as deep as I can. I want him to remember this night for a week to come. I want him to remember what I feel like every time he moves.
“Shit!” He drags the word out as his fist moves up and down in a quick pace before cum shoots up, landing on his stomach and hand. “Merrick.” My name is a whisper on his tongue.
I’m done for after that. I grip him so tight I’m afraid I’ll leave bruises, but I move my hips back and forth until my own orgasm hits, sending waves of bliss coursing through my veins.
“Fuck!”
My body crumbles over his, and we suck in heavy breaths together before I reach down and pull out.
I stand up and remove the condom, tossing it in the trash before I collapse onto the bed next to him.
Ali moves to wipe the cum from his hand and stomach, but I catch his wrist before he does it and make a tsk noise.
“You know I like to clean you up.”
His eyes twinkle with delight as I bring his hand to my mouth and suck the section between his thumb and forefinger.
I interlock my fingers with his when I’m done and kiss his knuckles. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you, too.”
36
Alejandro
Present Day
“I don’t want to hear anything you have to say,” I tell Jordy as I walk toward my kitchen.
Jordy follows. “Um, I think you have some explaining to do. Here I am, coming to visit my best friend,” he says, checking his watch, “at five o’clock, and end up running into you outside, lookin’ like the poster boy for the walk of shame.”
I grab a Sprite out of the fridge and pop the tab. “Who’s to say I’m not just coming home from the store?”
He grins. “The way you’re walking tells me you had sex at least twice last night,” he says, waggling his brows.
I roll my eyes and try to cover my smile by taking a drink.
“And your clothes are wrinkled like they’ve been in a heap on the floor. Am I wrong?”
I glance down. Yeah, my clothes aren’t wrinkle-free like they usually are.
“And I’m pretty sure,” he continues, stepping closer and inspecting my neck, “that this right here looks like whisker burn.”
I subconsciously rub at the side of my neck. “Oh, whatever.”
Jordy laughs. “So, things are going good?”
“You know, I’m just not gonna think about things anymore. Me and Merrick have history. We have a connection that I can’t explain to people. He’s always going to be the most important person to me, and I don’t want to think about anything else.”
“I get that.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “But?”
He shrugs and pins his lip together before opening them back up. “I don’t want you to get your heart broken again.”
“I’m just gonna live with the assumption that he’s not going to come out and he’s going to leave again. I’m not getting my hopes up or anything. I know he’s got a career to think about, so I’ll just enjoy this for as long as I can, because I’d rather have him briefly than not have him at all.”
Jordy nods. “Okay.”
“Now I need to shower, eat, and go back to Gaspar
