He is full of lust, emotionally distant, but very much present in the moment, enjoying the sex.
I like him even like that.
I like how he runs his fingers through my hair and pushes his hard-on against my mouth.
He reminds me of Roman Cardenas and how he fucked me without showing feelings. Not that Cardenas had any feelings.
But Francisco has them, and he’s shown them to me.
They are concealed now as he’s not giving me that part of him.
I bob my head a few more times before pulling him out of my mouth and turning to Kai.
He is ready for me, pushing his tongue down my throat with sheer possessiveness, grabbing my butt, and sliding his fingers into my center from behind.
I jolt against his chest, realizing this is a different speed for us.
I open my legs across his waist while he pushes his fingers into me much deeper. I clench quickly, afraid he just tipped me off, experiencing those quick waves of pleasure when he positions his cock against my entrance and fills me up.
“Oh…” I moan, sinking my nails into his chest.
He rocks his hips, fucking me brutally, making me come within seconds.
“Oh, oh… Fuck.”
I hold onto him, and he doesn’t stop, taking me to another high, hitting me hard until I tense and shake again, growling quietly.
The man behind me laughs.
“That’s right, cariño… You teased the hell out of us the entire evening, and now you pay the price.”
Kai leaves my body and falls to his back, his fist on his erection, moving up and down at a slower pace.
For now, he refuses to come.
Folding his arm over his face, he hides his expression.
I don’t have time to study his face when Francisco rolls me onto my stomach, spreads my thighs, and enters me from behind.
He groans, indulging, while I absorb his force, and this is all there is for him.
He finds immense satisfaction in fucking me without making me orgasm, despite being alone in his journey.
He fucks me cold, straight out to blast his load, and soon I sense him harder and harder, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing in the room.
I lift my hips, and he fucks me even harder, although I’m far from building up the tension that I need to come again.
Luckily, my hair falls over my face, hiding my expression.
I’m inches away from Kai, whose eyes burn holes into my cheeks, and I have this distinct feeling that we’re all hiding something.
Francisco does. I do. And Kai probably does.
I flick my eyes to the other side.
Alejandro leans against the headboard, his head tilted back, his eyes closed.
Yes, he’s hiding something too.