Page 83 of Dissolving Prejudice

“Sorry, what was that?” I asked with a smirk.

He huffed and puffed, then looked up to meet my teasing stare. Now, he didn’t appear as hesitant.

“Earlier today, you told me I needed to come to you first. So…” Fisting his hands at his sides, he took a deep breath. “I’m here.”

Even though I knew he’d come to me because there was no other option, his confession just now made me swoon. My heart, soul, my whole fucking body paused at his words, and for a brief second, I stood still like a lovestruck fool with my hand holding the door open for him. Thankfully, I recovered fast.

Reaching my hand forward, I grabbed his waist and pulled him toward me. He didn’t resist and fell into my arms, where he belonged. Our chests bumped right before our mouths crashed together into a heated kiss that felt like a breath of life and reminded me, once again, why he was the only one for me. Slamming the door, I held him closer, kissing him as if my life depended on it and drinking in every moan that slipped past his lips as he pushed his tongue against mine.

I grabbed the back of his neck and tilted his head so I’d have better access to his mouth, only Shay-Lee didn’t play along, and he pushed against me, clearly trying to be the one to control the kiss. It was hot, and loving this side of him, I played along and allowed him to lead the way. My lips, jaw, chin, Shay-Lee kissed me wherever he could reach until we were out of fucking air. I tried taking a short break to breathe, but he didn’t seem to approve of the idea and, in protest, tugged on my bottom lip and bit it hard enough for me to taste blood. He pulled back, and I looked down at the corner of his bottom lip, where a drop of my blood stained it. My eyes grew wide when he darted out his tongue to lick it, and my body throbbed with need.

The need to have him, own him, belong to him.

This craving burned through my veins like wildfire, and unable to wait one more second, I grabbed his body and lifted him up. Shay-Lee wrapped himself around me, his lips already back on mine. Still kissing, I walked us back to the bed, where I sat down first, with him straddling my lap. His hands moved to my jaw, and he devoured my mouth while rutting his erection against my throbbing length, which tented the fabric of my briefs. The fact he was still dressed annoyed me, and I needed him to be naked.

Now.

I moved my hands from his waist, forcing him to lift up his hands before I took off his shirt and tossed it on the floor. Now bare-chested, I took a moment to appreciate his smooth skin.

“Fuck, I missed those tits.” I licked my lips, brushing my fingers over his firm pecs, which were even thicker now than when we were in high school.

“Yeah?” He gave me a cocky grin.

“Fuck yeah,” I groaned, then closed my lips around his nipple, sucking on it until he moaned.

Shay-Lee fisted my hair and pulled me closer, practically shoving my head to his chest so I’d suck him harder. And I did. I sucked those tits until my mouth fucking turned sore. My skin burned with heat while he continued to writhe on top of me, his body shivering whenever I went a bit harder. Using two fingers to pinch his other nipple, I then flicked it with my thumb and massaged it a bit for good measure. Shay-Lee swore in a low grunt, his deep voice sending bolts of arousal to my cock, making me go fucking crazy.

My dick was rock hard, and I was already losing my mind, even though it was only foreplay. Never being one known for his patience, I let go of his nipples and, in a quick move, tossed him onto the bed. Shay-Lee’s back hardly hit the mattress, and I was already on top of him. Not saying a word, I took off his pants and boxers and threw them aside. At last, I had him willing and naked.

In all of his glory, looking like a god, my motherfucking God, Shay-Lee’s naked body was on full display beneath me. His sun-kissed skin was still as smooth as I remembered, with not a single hair down his torso. My mouth watered at the appearance of his erect dick, a pearl of precum already decorating the tip like fine jewelry. Grabbing his leg, I put it on my shoulder and kissed his ankle, right where he had a long scar that stretched up his calf. He shivered so slightly at the touch while looking at me with the most brilliant eyes this world had ever seen. Deciding not to linger on the painful mark that was a brutal reminder of the hell he went through and the time we’d been apart, I began caressing his skin. My fingers trailed from his calves up to his thick quads and back down until he frowned.

“What are you doing?”

“Admiring you.”

His brows pinched together before he chewed on his bottom lip, and his shock melted into boldness. Moving his leg from my shoulder, he placed his feet on my crotch and pressed hard against my cock, massaging it over the thin cotton of my boxer briefs. “Admire me while this monster’s inside me,” he said with an unapologetic smirk, then nudged the fabric down.

A feral growl escaped me, and I grabbed his ankle in one hand while using the other to get rid of my boxers. My cock sprang free, and the look in Shay-Lee’s eyes was one of pure hunger—hunger I shared and was about to satisfy.

Not wasting time on words, I flipped him over, hooked my hands under his waist, and pulled him up so he was on his knees. With my palms now squeezing his firm globes, I licked my lips, already starving to have a taste. I parted his cheeks to the sounds of his low whimpers, enjoying the sight of his balls hanging between his firm thighs.

“Will you look at that.” I spat right on his cute little hole and used my finger to smear it. “As perfect as I remembered.”

“Camilo.” He gasped my name so beautifully.

“Hold yourself on all fours,” I ordered, and the second he got on his elbows, I ducked my head down until my lips grazed his entrance. He shivered at the touch and moaned when I pressed the flat of my tongue against his sensitive rim. Knowing it wasn’t nearly enough, I used my finger to poke his entrance before I pushed my tongue in and began feasting on his ass like the depraved beast he turned me into. Shay-Lee’s cry grew stronger, and he pushed back, fucking against my tongue as I continued to rim his sweet ass. With my face now practically shoved between his perfect cheeks, I reached my free hand down and grabbed his hard length. A desperate cry followed his pleasure, and satisfied, I slowly moved my fist along his shaft, stroking him in a rhythm that matched my mouth, which still worked on his ass. His cock leaked with precum, and I collected it on my fingers before bringing them to his hole. I shoved two digits inside, some of his cum getting on my tongue while I continued to eat his ass. The bitter taste of his cum consumed me, making me realize I couldn’t wait another moment.

I had to have him.

Right. Fucking. Now.

“C-Camilo,” he gasped after I withdrew, his voice shivering.

Not liking the fear carried through his words, I reached a hand under his jaw and softly caressed his chin before planting a kiss on his neck. “No te preocupes, mi amor,” I whispered in his ear. “I’m not going anywhere, just getting some lube so I can fuck this ass—” I pressed my fingers to his hole, which was drenched with my spit. “—and fill you up like we both so desperately need.”

Reaching for the nightstand, I grabbed the bottle of lube I’d left there last night. After paying Shay-Lee a short midnight visit, I’d returned to my room horny as fuck and had to stroke my dick just so I’d be able to fall asleep. It had happened less than twenty-four hours ago, and yet, it felt like a lifetime had passed. Whatever we did last night didn’t matter, nor did all the fights we’d had so far. Not right now, when he was finally here, naked and willing, waiting on my bed.

He was still lying on his stomach, and I moved above him and flicked the cap open before pouring a decent amount of lube on his ass.