Pent Up (32 page)

Too good. Too soon.
But Ruben couldn’t even pull all the way out. He snaked one arm around Andy’s back and pulled him closer for better leverage.

At that, Andy’s heels hooked behind him at the small of his back and raw instinct took over. The clutching, sucking heat bloomed around his hardness and Andy’s lips and teeth tugged at his earlobe till Ruben thought he’d lose his mind.

“Do it. Do it.” Andy whispered into his ear. “
Dame tu leche
.” Whatever it meant sounded filthy on Andy’s lips.

“
Rnngh-mmph!
” Before he could stop himself, he roared in relief and his orgasm exploded out of him in a glittering river. His hips pushed hard against Andy’s, and his arm squeezed the firm, slippery flesh against him while his pleasure crashed over them both and sloshed to a stop.

Andy chuckled, a low, whispery sound of genuine amusement. “Well, alright then.”

“You didn’t cum?” Ruben frowned, embarrassed at his short fuse. “Oh man.”

Andy looked sheepish. “Only ’cause I was hanging on for dear life.” He milked his erection again and dragged the head across Ruben’s pubes. “Fuck.”

He took hold of Andy’s erection and gave it a stroke. “What can I do?” Ruben started to soften and moved to pull free.

Andy grabbed at his elbow. “Wait.”

Ruben stopped.

Andy didn’t. “Don’t move. Can you leave it inside?” He sounded shy now, as if embarrassed by his own request.

Ruben nodded and left his spongy dick half-in, half-out of the tight warmth.

Squinting, Andy tightened his grip on Ruben’s arms and pushed his hips back, driving himself onto Ruben’s erect flesh. When he touched bottom, he closed his eyes and fell back against the wadded pillows. Under Ruben’s clenched hand, Andy’s heart slowed, slowed, and his ass clenched a few times around Ruben’s softening erection.

Ruben flinched at the squirmy bliss of it, and in the milking pressure his semiboner didn’t fade.

Andy licked his lips and opened his light eyes. He grinned and his ass clamped down again.

“Hey!”

“Too much?”

Ruben nodded, then shook his head. “Dunno. Ticklish.”

“Hang on.
Unnph
.” His butt flexed again. “I can feel you in there.”

Ruben chuckled and raised his eyebrows.

“No. Fuck you.” Andy softened. “I mean. It feels good having all of you pressed inside.”

Ruben raised an eyebrow. “For real?”

“Prostate.” Andy exhaled and ground down with his hips. “Among other things.” Smile.

Ruben grunted and squeezed his ribcage. His boner pulsed. He gave an experimental thrust.

“Jesus, man. Can you go again?”

“I dunno. Probably.” For whatever reason, not jerking off or big nuts, Ruben could usually go twice without a break. He had no interest in pulling away, but wasn’t sure how much Andy actually wanted.

Andy wriggled, working his way up toward the headboard, and his muscles milked Ruben hard.

Ruben flinched. “Hssst! Easy!” His cock rested half-inside.

Andy smiled lazily, and then his eyes widened in surprise when Ruben didn’t slide free. “Fuck.”

Ruben pressed back into the heat of his own semen. Andy’s ass had stopped fighting him and, without permission or doubt, Ruben began to thrust again into the scorching wetness, tapping and then hammering at the walls of another climax. Just like that, he could feel how possible it was.

Andy’s eyes widened in fear or disbelief. “God, Ruben.
Gahhd
.”

“Can you take it?” His pace didn’t slack, yanking loose and driving home. “D’ya want it? All of it?”

A nod.

Ruben swallowed. He punched at the satiny opening in short frantic strokes, chasing his orgasm pitilessly.

Andy pulled his legs back and groaned. “I dunno. I dunno.” His forehead creased. He swallowed and tugged at his hard, pale cock with fierce focus. Eyes on Ruben, he nodded brokenly.

Ruben took it for permission to plunder the greasy heat, pulling the muscular thighs around his waist.

“C’mon.” Andy bared his teeth and whimpered low in his throat, a ragged, needy sound.

“Huh? Huh?” Ruben demanded a wordless response from Andy’s perfect flesh, pounding in short jabs against that knotted spot that made Andy jerk and shudder.

Andy’s lids closed as his mouth fell open in a wordless scream. His slick hole clamped around the drilling flesh, and between them his shaft spat hot syrup. Andy hissed through his clenched teeth in agonized relief. “
Hff
.
Hssff
. Ah!
Hsss—hff
.”

Ruben’s eyes squeezed shut, and he curled over, planting his stiff meat deep as it would go while the jizz busted out to join the first round. Andy’s load slid between their torsos and inside as well. Ruben caught himself licking a wide path up Andy’s throat and putting his tongue inside that mouth so they could share the fresh taste of him.

Andy sucked at his tongue with lazy hunger until Ruben finally pulled free and rolled off him, groaning happily.

They lay side by side, catching their respective breaths.

Ruben frowned at the ceiling, as baffled as a virgin but acutely proud of himself.

A couple years into his marriage, the sex with Marisa had begun to seem like a construction crew hauling steel beams up the face of a high-rise. “A little to the right, slower now. Steady… steady. Careful of the bump.” Pleasant, but precarious.

This was something else entirely. The raw, unfettered aggression and tenderness had demolished all the walls he’d carefully erected around his ugliest appetites. Andy’s impatient hunger and his own obsession had broken him faster than a quart of gin. This much pleasure scared him, perhaps because he’d never felt this happy and free without a bottle in his hand.

Lying there naked in the dark next to his boss, he knew that for a lie. What made him panicky wasn’t the crazy sex, but the crazier feelings. Fucking time bomb, this was.

Then, like a cold cobweb the size of a bedsheet, the full weirdness settled over Ruben in the dark.

I fucked a guy.

Andy had thrown a loose arm over his chest, which started to feel like an iron girder pinning him in place. Ruben wanted to run, to puke, to punch someone. A drink! That’d help. He could almost taste the burning slip that would fuzz out all his jagged edges. Medicinal purposes.

Didn’t Andy feel freaked out? What did he expect? What did a cock in your ass do to your psyche? What would he do if Andy were a chick? Grab a shower? Have a cigarette? Duck out before things got too intense or too honest?

“Hey.” Andy tilted his head on the mattress. “Oso.”

Ruben grunted but didn’t move. He knew that he didn’t want a drink. He wanted to run away. The drink was always an excuse to run.

“Where’d you go?” Andy kept his arm in place, closing his fingers over Ruben’s ribs. “You still with me?”

Ruben flinched, suddenly more ticklish than he’d ever been in his life. Any second he’d burst out of his skin.

“Don’t freak out.” Andy’s jovial tone masked something else. “Hey.” He propped himself up on an elbow and the rib fingers stopped. “It’s just us, okay. Oso?”

“Us. Yeah.” Ruben nodded, aware of his smeary, chilled skin and the trickle of semen on his inner thigh.
And we fucked.
And you’re a man. And what does that make—?

“Hey!” Andy sat up for real, and his voice hardened. “Look at me. My name is Andy, and we just had sex. Superior sex, for the record.” He tried to laugh. “I have beard burn for the first time in my life. Now I know why my girlfriends bitched.”

Ruben stayed very still, counting his breaths, willing himself to stay in one place. His pulse cantered, and the hair on his head felt like a cellphone tower in a strike zone. “Sorry. About the beard.”

“No. That’s not what I meant.” Andy chuckled and coughed. “Just… I’m on the verge of freaking out too. So don’t.”

“You are?” His entire skin felt bruised and burnt.

Andy nodded. “Broken every commandment. My family would disown me. A bunch of my relatives would kick me out of a moving car. But… it didn’t feel wrong or stupid.” Shrug. “It felt natural.”

Ruben shrugged back.
No kidding.

“Dirty in the best way. Like breathing. It wasn’t like a chick at all.” Andy measured him with his eyes.

“Well, thanks.” He cupped his wet balls.

“I just meant it was great. We were great.” Pause. “Weren’t we?”

Ruben tried to speak but couldn’t until he cleared his dry throat. “Yeah.”

“You were so gentle. But rough. I dunno. I can’t explain. You fucked the hell out of me and I loved it.” A matter of fact grin.

Ruben could have nodded but didn’t. Instead, he asked quietly, “Are you okay?”

“Mmph. Now? Yeah. At first not so much, but then
wham
.”

“Sorry.” Ruben grimaced.

“Don’t be.”

“Everything sort of happened, and you asked. No way could I say no to you begging like that. Not after….” To the victor the spoils, only they’d both won.

Andy reached over and tugged at Ruben’s ribs, pulling him across. “C’mere.”

The smooth muscle felt like heaven under Ruben. Their chest hair scrubbed between them.
Weird, sexy, right.

“I just squirted to my eyebrows and I wanna go again.” Andy wiped his cheek again.

“Yeah?” A little smile bent Ruben’s mouth. “You talking Spanish does something crazy to me, I think. Sick.”

“Relax. We’re okay. No one died. No lightning.”

“Speak for yourself.”

Andy chuckled. “No electrocution and divine judgment, then.” He pulled his face back. “We’re here. You and me.”

“Did I hurt you?”

“Uh, yeah? No?” Andy wiped his wet face and scratched his wet scalp until his cowlick sprang loose. “I don’t know how I lasted.”

“I lost control there at the end.” Ruben nudged him. “I gotta problem with losing control.”

“What you’ve got is a weapon of ass destruction. Jesus.” He cupped his balls.

“Sorry, boss.” Ruben blushed in the dark. “But good. Right?”

Andy lay back gingerly. “It was perfect.”

A little of the weight on Ruben’s shoulders evaporated. “Be careful what you wish for.” His swollen dick still felt hot and sore from the delicious friction they’d built between them. He smiled and shifted to get up.

Andy didn’t move off him. “What?”

“Gonna rinse off.”

“No.” He smiled with casual finality. “I like you here, just like that.” Ruben snuffled with undisguised pleasure and stopped fighting to keep it inside himself. His heart had slowed to a slow walk, and he started to feel dozy and dopey when he felt a low rumble under him.

“Umm. We forgot something.” Andy plucked the wrapper on the nightstand. “Stupid.”

“Condom. Oh man! I’m not—I didn’t—”

“S’okay. I know you didn’t. My fault as much as yours. I wasn’t exactly taking my time.”

Ruben’s heart seized, and then he saw Andy dabbing at the semen on his inner thighs. “There’s no danger. None. I’m clean. I’d never have done anything without protection if—”

“Same. But we’re grown-ups. We both know better. You’ve fucked people. I’ve fucked people.”

“Not dudes.” The truth was, Ruben had screwed plenty of women without protection. “Some bodyguard I am.”

“Not like you can knock me up, but it definitely—” Andy reached down to his butt as if checking things out. “I dunno, you hit my buzzer pretty fucking hard with that thing.” Ruben’s dick, he meant.

“And, uh, felt pretty incredible to feel you. Y’know? Just you, without the latex.” Ruben blushed and grunted.

AIDS had always been someone else’s problem.
Until it isn’t.
A sizzle of dread reminded him that HIV affected guys who slept with guys. Like him, now. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think.”

“Ditto. Stupid and horny.” Andy swallowed and grinned like the devil. “But next time we’ll be smarter.”

Ruben blinked. He’d said next time, like it was gonna happen again. Just having the possibility on the table between them terrified and excited Ruben. Gift-wrapped dynamite. Part of him wanted to dismantle it, and the other part wanted to strike a big hard match.

Before his boner reacted to the thought, he rolled over onto his belly. No way Andy could see it in the dark, but his roving hands could still grab hold of incriminating evidence.

“Definitely more intense without a rubber on you. Geez.” Andy flexed his buttocks. “I feel like you pumped a pint of jizz inside me.”

A big grin. “Tell me about it.” If he was supposed to feel guilty, he was failing miserably. “How do you say jizz?”

Andy knew what he meant and what he wanted to hear. “Leche. Paja. Lefa.” He tasted the words with a sexy smile.

“Mmngh.” Ruben cupped one warm cheek. “You’re gonna teach me,
pintón
.”

“Gladly.” He stretched. “Jesus, Rube. So goddamned good.”

“Yeah?”

Some corner of him knew that Andy liked to imagine he was a scary thug. Like he pretended Andy was a Park Avenue prince to do with as he pleased.
Brute and suit.
The fantasy tripped their triggers, even if it was a lie. Sexy make-believe like dirty talk and kinky lingerie. No real harm done to anyone. They both knew better.

“I should rinse off, get rid of it, but I don’t wanna go.”

“Good.” Ruben fingered his wet crack. “It’ll give me something to dream about.” He loved feeling his seed on Andy’s smooth skin. The pearly wad glazing the fresh-baked warmth of him, marking him as Ruben’s property.

They slept.

At one point, Ruben woke up to piss, and managed to rise without disturbing Andy. He drank a glass of water staring out the terrace window. The storm had melted into a friendly summer shower.

“Hey.” Andy’s muzzy voice.

He could barely see Andy in the dark, just the silhouette against the gray-black sheen of the window. His ribcage rose and fell. Andy’s scent and the warm slide of his heavy calves. The square hands folded against his skin like sleeping birds.

“Rube?”

And then he was back in bed, whispering against the smooth skin. “I’m right here.” He pressed himself against Andy and prayed he wasn’t having another embarrassing dream.

Sometime in the late morning, Ruben woke up chilly and alone, and heard Andy on the phone in the hall or down in the office, but before he could rouse himself to investigate, Andy returned, hair damp, and crawled back under the sheets and curled against Ruben’s back, wrapping one arm across his sternum.