That doesn’t mean I won’t enjoy my pleasure.
I firmly grip his shoulders and keep myself steady while he fucks me harder and faster, eyes smiling, lip rolled beneath his teeth.
It gives him tremendous pleasure, and soon, his eyes become blank, his hips rocking, my body absorbing the force of his thrusts.
I feel my own pleasure swirling up when he starts to come.
He moves against me, fast and faster, before pulling back, closing his eyes, and without the slightest pause, stroking himself until his load shoots against my abdomen and thighs.
Semen drips to my slit and legs.
He steps back when Alejandro pushes off the back of a chair and comes to me, yanking his towel and dropping it onto the bed.
His cock is heavy, arched down, but full, turgescent. He gives it a tug, and his flesh hardens even more.
I watch his erection bounce before I lift my gaze and catch sight of Kai.
Veiled in shadow, he is sprawled in a chair, and I can’t see his face or eyes, in particular. I want to see his expression, but none of it is accessible to me, his body offering very few clues.
He seems relaxed, his elbows resting on the armrests, his fingers clasped. His shoulders and chest hold some tension, from what I can tell, but it’s not the much desired sexual tension.
I wish I could see his lips and figure out if they hold an ounce of resentment.
The window of opportunity is closing swiftly as the man in front of me wraps his arms around my body as if he hasn’t spent some time with me before.
Francisco is already moving to the side before slowly tucking his cock in, pulling his zipper up, running his hand through his air, and crashing into a chair.
Alejandro is naked like me, and it feels strange and arousing at the same time as if we put out a show for everyone else.
Although the man at our side has his pants open and his cock still very much hard while the only other man in the room is a mystery as to where he stands in this hedonistic journey.
Alejandro runs his fingers over my stomach, wiping the semen off before raising his lustful eyes to me, curling his hand around my neck, and gently touching my sex.
Everything I need to know is in his eyes.
He lets me read so many things in them.
He considers himself lucky, fortunate to be with me again, not caring that we’re only two actors in a story.
It’s like we are alone again, hugging each other in a quiet room, watching the light flickering across the walls, and listening to the ocean lapping at the shore in the early afternoon.
He has this ability to suck me into his brain and make me feel protected, like I’m his.
There is no fear as he kisses me slowly while circling my clit. He’s like a different chapter in a book, his warmth enveloping me.
His arms come around me while mine go around him as we show them how we actually make love. This is as close as it comes to making love, and it revives a quiet memory lodged into my brain before having dinner in Kai’s new apartment, in his arms, in his bed.
All that talk about all of us going back there and having fun has simply vanished.
Look where we are. Look how we are. Look who is here with us. The fourth man. Watching, teasingly stroking his hardness, his eyes narrowing at us.
It’s like a game.
Who’s loving who?
Who’s making love to whom?
I get all washed with heat when Alejandro lifts me and props my back against the wall while sliding me down so I can sheathe his cock.