Page 73 of Embriagado

“There were a few other things you were good at, if I remember,” he said, darting his stare to the floor.

Fucker.

“Yeah? Like what?”

He looked up, meeting my eyes. “Pissing me off, for one.”

My lips curled into a smile, and I huffed a laugh while placing the beer on the kitchen counter.

“You were good at that, too.”

“Imani’s nice,” he said, changing the subject.

“She is.”

“She told me you guys have the weekend off or something.”

The Kallos was hosting one of its famous parties this weekend. All the staff who didn’t work them got the days off, which, honestly, was the majority of us. A bit odd, I’d say, but Imani explained that because those parties were being hosted by an outside contractor, they brought in their own people.

“Yeah, we do.”

“Having a break must be nice.”

If I weren’t so busy thinking about my psychotic boss, it might have been. But everything reminded me of him, including the empty wall behind Gabriel. Until yesterday, an old bookcase was there. But furious after getting back home, I wrecked the damn thing with my fists and had to clean up the mess before Nacio got home. I should have saved those punches for Ariyan’s face, not some stupid furniture. I should have hit him, wrecked his face for messing with my life like the fucking sadist he was. Maybe that was why he did it all to begin with—pure sadism. His sole agenda was to hurt me, and the pleasure he’d gotten from it was just a bonus. But what did it mean if I enjoyed it, too? And I did. A lot. I’d come in my jeans like a total loser, mouth full of his cock and my head already begging for more. Even now, I could feel my heart rate increasing, beating so fast I heard the blood pounding in my ears just like it did yesterday. It was that same sweet feeling of adrenaline that rushed through me before a fight, the thirst for blood, for violence⁠—

“Santiago?”

My breath caught, and I looked straight ahead at Gabriel. Sweet, kind, sane Gabriel. Like I said, that Ariyan was a disease of the mind, and I had to quit him. Fast. Before it was too damn late. And if he truly was just a sadist, then there was no reason behind his actions. He probably lied the whole time about me doing something to him in the past, using it as an excuse. He told me to remember something that had never happened just to fuck with my head. And when I thought about it, Gabriel did look hot today. Very. Rough around the edges and with eyes that held nothing but kindness, he was the complete opposite of that psycho.

Forgetting all about the beer I’d come here for, I pushed away from the counter and strode toward him. Gabriel’s brows furrowed a second before I reached for him and pulled him into me. Our chests bumped, and then our lips met. He seemed shocked but got over it quickly enough as he began kissing me back. Opening his mouth, I thrust my tongue in, swirling it around his. A kiss that was supposed to feel familiar, considering we’d kissed and fucked more times than I could count, was anything but. My body didn’t warm up to his touch, even though it should have. If anything, this whole thing felt forced. Was I a bad kisser? Pulling back just a bit, Gabriel’s face was all flushed, his eyes already burning with need. So that probably wasn’t the case… I guess the booze had gotten to me.

“Come,” I rasped, grabbing his hand and leading him after me to my room.

With the door closed behind us, I pushed him onto the bed and watched as he began to take off his clothes. He’d gained some nice muscles during the last few years, and his tawny skin only made him look hotter, especially with all that dark hair to add to that. He was my taste, or so I thought, until my mind showed me images of sickeningly pale skin, as smooth as a woman’s⁠—

“Come over here,” Gabriel said, his words pulling me back to the moment.

Getting rid of my shirt, I then took off my pants and climbed onto the bed, still in my boxers. Gabriel’s hands were on me in seconds, his fingers moving along my skin in such adoration. It bothered me for some reason, and so I grabbed his neck and forced him down before taking over his lips. He groaned, whimpering beneath me while I violated his mouth until we were both out of breath.

“That’s new.” He grinned, satisfied.

Not about to waste time on useless words, I retook his lips, my hand already going down to his hard cock. He let out a groan after I wrapped my fist around him, and the sound of his deep voice wasn’t at all what I wished for. But pushing the thought aside, I continued to rub him while he began to massage me over my boxer briefs.

“Is everything okay?” he asked, probably noticing I wasn’t hard.

“Yeah.” I kissed him again. “It’s the booze. Just keep going.”

He nodded, and we continued to make out until I did manage to get it up.

“Turn around,” I ordered, shoving my boxer briefs down my thighs.

Gabriel smiled, quickly moving so his fine ass was up in my face. But again, it wasn’t enough, but what was enough? Not sure of the answer, I grabbed lube from my bedside table and spread it on my fingers before bringing it to his hole. I made a lame attempt at stretching him out, although it seemed enough, considering he was urging me to fuck him already. Not about to argue, I rubbered up, then moved behind him. Grabbing my cock, I brought it to his hole. I guess I took too long because Gabriel glanced at me over his shoulder, eyes needy. Did I also look this desperate, like a breath away from dying, when I was waiting for Ariyan’s cock?

Fuck.

Gritting my teeth, I bucked my hips forward, pushing inside him. Gabriel let out a deep moan, his body moving with mine as I began thrusting into him with full force. But the more I fucked him, the more irritated I became. It felt as if I were trying to scratch a spot on my back I couldn’t reach, and my brain could hardly focus. Noises from the party outside caught my attention, and instead of turning me on like the risk of being caught often did, I was annoyed.

Bothered.