I rush toward him, joining him on the floor. I reach for him and he shoves me away. “Don't,” he says.
“Iggy, I'm so sorry,” I say, brushing his cheek with my fingers. He stays still for a few seconds before hitting my hand again.
“Basta,” he says, his lips shaking.
“No.” I pull at him and his hand swings toward my cheek. Grabbing his wrists doesn't stop him. His face flushes and he lifts his other arm, attempting to hit me again. I stop him by holding his wrists in the air. “Stop fighting me. I'm not the enemy.”
He struggles against me, his eyes bulging out of their sockets.“Yeah right.” He leans forward. “Like I'd ever believe you.”
“I don't know what you want me to do to convince you but I'll do whatever it takes. I promise.”
He goes still, his body relaxing in mine. “Anything?” His golden eyes hold me in place. “Lo dices en serio?”
“Yes. I mean it.”
His chest heavily rises and falls. “Take me away from here. Make me forget everything. Even if it's just for a little while.”
I release my hold and before I can ask what he means, his lips are on mine. I keep my mouth closed, preventing his tongue from entering, and I shake my head, pressing against his chest. “I can't. We can't.”
“Please?” His eyes narrow in on me and he rubs his nose over mine. “You can't take it back now. Not after you promised anything. Then you'd be proving me right.”
“That's not…I didn't mean—”
“You aren't going to be the liar you claimed not to be, are you, Ev?”
When I swallow again, I feel as if shards of glass are slipping down my throat.
Walk away, Evan.
Leave the room.
Better yet, make him go.
The sadness in his eyes pulls at my heart and his pain becomes mine. I won't be sending him anywhere and I'll stay right where I am, giving him the whole fucking world if he asks. Why? Because I'm fucking weak when he looks at me like that.
“No,” I say, my heart thudding against my chest. He reaches for me, stroking my face with the blade of his finger, and tiny sparks dance along my skin. I don't move. Not even when he brushes his lips over mine or slides a hand up the back of my shirt, the gentle touches striking a fire against my skin.
How could something so gentle be so lethal at the same time? I part my lips ready to prove myself. Of what or to who, I no longer know anymore. Maybe to show him I can keep a promise and am capable of being truthful, or maybe I'm trying to convince myself I'm only doing this all for him.
It started out that way and then I lost myself, somewhere between his warm skin and the scent of his brown curls. This time when his tongue pushes between my lips, I part my mouth, welcoming the intrusion. He climbs onto me, straddling my lap as our mouths come together like rain and water. Our tongues are desperate and mouths hungry as if we can't survive without the other.
His mouth is rougher than the previous people I've kissed, the grip on my hair tighter and the scruff on his chin rubbing against mine. Not to mention his body is different from what I'm used to. Not only have I never been turned on by the opposite sex, I usually go for women who are more on the curvier side, and Ignacio is slender with more muscle, his body hard where they were soft.
As much as I thought it would, none of these small details matter, because he is still him. He's the perfect mixture of the chaos and calm you experience before and after a storm. I've never realized how much I needed to be wrapped in both until now.
He rolls his hips, breaking our kiss to pull off his shirt and mine. I kiss, nip, and lick at his skin. His head falls back and his tiny nubs harden between my fingers. I tug and twist each one before swiping my tongue over the tip of the nipple. His breathing grows ragged, his groin pushing into mine, my cock hating the material resting between us. “Need to feel you,” I say as I make my way back up to his mouth. My tongue traces along his jawline and his eyes close, his expression softer than a few minutes ago.
I unbutton his pants and then mine, pulling both of our erections free, needing any kind of contact with his skin I can get. His cock rubs against mine, precum leaking between us as we move together. My hands get lost in his hair, on his skin, and everything in between. It's not enough. I feel like my skin is the only thing keeping me from going everywhere at once.
Our kisses are sloppy and rough, teeth clashing. He pulls his mouth slightly away, licking his swollen lips. “More,” he says.
“What do you want?” I ask, caressing his neck with my fingers.
His hand reaches between us, stroking our cocks together, and the heat in his eyes intensifies. “All of it. You inside me.”
Heat spreads throughout my limbs, my pulse beating in my ears. “You sure?”
“Yes. I need to be closer to you.” He stands up and kicks off his pants, along with his underwear. Grinning wickedly, he walks to my bed and crawls over the comforter. His round ass is on full display and his cheeks pull apart as he crawls toward the headboard, revealing his pink hole.