Page 19 of Axes and Ohs
“Hell no.” I gesture down at my dick, which is straining against the front of my jeans. “Or if it is, I guess I’m a hundred percent on board with it.”
His smile is so bright and beautiful, I have to lean up to kiss him again. But he quickly pushes me down and makes quick work of the rest of my clothes and his own.
Once we’re naked, he does some staring of his own, and while I want to be patient and not rush him, I’m literally aching just from having him so close. I want to touch him. I need him to touch me.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, baby, but…”
Carlos’s lips close around my cock before I can finish the thought, and I swear to god, I see stars.
He’s tentative at first and a little clumsy, like he’s learning how much he can take and what I like. But the truth is, any damn thing he did would get me off. I’m gripping the sheets after just a few seconds and trying not to thrust into his mouth.
“Carlos—”
He breaks off, but when I expect him to come back up to kiss me, he heads in the opposite direction. He takes my balls in his mouth, suckling gently, while his big fist closes around my length.
Carlos is the opposite of tentative now. He’s making these little groaning noises as he sucks me, and the whole bed shakes as he rubs himself against the mattress. Knowing he’s finding this hot, that he’s just as into it as I am, amps everything up, and before I know it, I’m pressing my head back into my pillow, trying to arch up into his hand.
“Please. Oh. Oh, please—”
He hums as he licks a stripe up my length and dips his tongue into my slit. “Fuck. It’s even better than I thought,” he says roughly. “Christ.”
Carlos sucks me down again, and that’s pretty much all it takes. Just a few more strokes, and I’m coming in his mouth. He tries to swallow but chokes, and a thin trail of cum escapes from his lips… which is somehow even hotter.
“Come up here,” I demand, the second I’ve caught my breath. I pull at his broad shoulders, at his hips, at every part of him I can reach, until he’s straddling my chest. When I take him in my mouth, he shouts something in Spanish that might be a prayer or possibly a curse… and his hands fist in my hair.
He doesn’t last long. He’s too worked up. Probably as overwhelmed by the sensation as I am. And when he spills down my throat, I feel the strangest sense of relief.
Like it wasn’t just an orgasm but a homecoming.
We lie on the bed afterward, Carlos’s arm around me and my head on his chest. His heartbeat is strong and sure as it slowly returns to normal.
“Not a bad start to the weekend,” he says, his voice lazy and content.
I laugh, but already, I’m kind of dreading him leaving. I just like him so damn much.
“I should warn you, I had some wild and crazy plans I’d hate to cancel. Laundry, grocery shopping… maybe a thrilling trip to the hardware store to fix my fridge. Feeding my sourdough starter.”
Carlos drops a kiss on my nose. “Sounds perfect. I just want to be where you are.”
The sweetness of the words, of the man, fills up all these hollow places inside me I didn’t know were there. “I’m so fucking glad you came.”
He tilts his head to look down at me. “Not bad for an impulse decision, huh?”
“I’m starting to think being impulsive’s not so bad,” I agree. “It’s kind of working out for me.” I trace random patterns across his broad chest.
He brushes the hair off my forehead. “Same. Even my mother commented on how happy I’ve been lately. She, ah, asked who I was texting.”
“Did she?” I lift my head. “And… did you tell her?”
“Not exactly.” Carlos’s shrug dislodges my head from its comfy position on his chest.
“Right.” I try to settle back, but I can’t find the right spot. “I mean, she thinks you’re straight, and coming out might be hard, and I know how much you love your family—”
I’m not sure who I’m trying to convince here. Probably myself.
Carlos’s arm squeezes tighter. “I told her I was texting a guy,” he says softly.
“Oh!” This time, I lift my own head so I can gawk at him. “Wait, seriously?”
