Page 68 of Switch Hitter

He yanks my jeans down, underwear and all, and I kick them off impatiently, shoes included. He drops to his knees between my legs like he’s about to pray.

“Don’t you dare,” I warn, because my pride is hanging on by a thread.

“Don’t I dare what?”

“You know exactly what,” I pant.

He hums, amused, and drags me closer to the edge of the bed, his hands hooked under my knees until I’m exactly where he wants me. He spreads my legs like he owns them.

I should feel exposed.

I feel wanted.

Emiliano kisses the inside of my thigh, slowly, then looks up again.

“Still scared?” he murmurs.

My mouth opens, but the only truth I can manage is the one that belongs to him.

“Not of you,” I breathe.

Something soft flashes across his face, then hunger takes over.

“Así me gusta,” he murmurs. “Never be afraid of me, baby.”

His hand wraps around my cock, firm, and I choke.

“Shh,” he says, his voice all velvet and violence. “Mírame.”

I force my eyes open and stare down at him, and he’s wrecked already. Like he likes watching me fall apart.

“Tell me you don’t want it,” he says, smiling.

I bare my teeth. “I don’t want it.”

His grin goes razor-sharp. “Mentiroso.”

Then he leans in and takes me into his mouth, and my whole body locks up.

Holy shit.

My hand flies to his hair, fingers tangling in his short curls, and I try to hold back the sound ripping up my throat. Emiliano hums around me, and the vibration turns my legs to jelly. He watches my face while he does it like he wants to own the exact moment I break.

I choke out, “Oh, fuck. You’re—fuuuck—you’re such a⁠—”

He pulls off just long enough to murmur, lips slick, “Say it. Say I’m a bastard. Say you hate me.”

“I hate you,” I gasp. “Oooh, I fuckin’ hate you.”

Emiliano grins and goes back down, taking me all the way to the back of his throat, using his hand in sync with his mouth like he’s torturing me on purpose.

I’m shaking within seconds.

“Mili,” I whimper.

He pulls off again, breath hot as he kisses down my shaft. “Sí, nene?”

“You’re enjoying this,” I pant. “Way too fucking much.”