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Manny

“I’m going to teach you a lesson now, do you understand?”

The things those words from Thio did to me. For a few seconds I couldn’t breathe—couldn’t think—all I could do was memorize the solid weight of his hard muscles against me.

“You need to learn some obedience, Manny,” he whispered into my ear, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver along my spine and tingles racing over my chest. “When anyone is around, other than family, you have to move when I say. Hold in your attitude. If you want to scream, at or for me—” He dragged his teeth along my earlobe and I shuddered at a swirl of sparks in my groin. “—you have to keep it to yourself until we’re alone. You’re going to practice with me.”

“What do you mean?” I tilted my head to give him more room when he mouthed the shell of my ear again, this time softer, and then he licked along the ridge at the top. The wet heat of his tongue sliced sizzles of excitement through my stomach and I found myself insanely aware of my dick pressing close to him.

“Practice staying quiet.”

“But we’re alone.” My thoughts felt like they were caught in a riptide and all currents were flowing to my center and lower, to the pole between my legs. I leaned harder against him. “What are you doing? I told you not to touch me.” I wasn’t entirely sure if I was teasing or not, even if I loved what he was doing to me.

He leaned back, and the corner of his lips curved in a crooked smirk as he ran a hand down my back and pulled my body flush to his. Thio didn’t strain, but I knew I would have trouble getting away from him. His muscles felt coiled, like the spring in a trap. My heart pounded harder.

“Did you mean that when you said it?” he asked.

I shrugged and leaned my forehead against his chest. He shuddered and his cock swelled against my stomach, giving me a sense of power that had my head swimming. “No, not really. You know I didn’t.”

“Maybe you should be learning not to tell lies to me, too.” He slid a hand through the hair on the back of my head and I felt surrounded and cared about. I’d missed this so much. “I get jealous sometimes. If I’m not supposed to ever touch you, that means someone else will.” There was a hint of laughter in his voice, but he also sounded dead serious.

He used to only ever be amused with me. Was it being Jefe that had changed him? Growing up? Me being gone? I tried not to think about it when he nudged his hips forward and knocked the breath out of me with the amazing, warm rush of pleasure he caused as my hard dick pressed lightly between us.

“It wasn’t a lie at the time. More like an exaggeration.” I nuzzled my cheek against his chest and he laughed outright.

“Cutting it fine there, hermoso.” He grabbed my hair and the tug stung as he forced my head back. I fought him a little, simply to feel the pull on my scalp, and when I was staring up into his face again, his blue eyes were so focused on me I could barely stand to gaze into them. No one had ever given me such a look. I struggled until the pain from his hand in my hair actually hurt again and watched for his reaction.

Thio frowned but didn’t look away as he nudged his hips against mine again. Carajo, he feels big. A chaotic thrill churned through my stomach, and I wasn’t sure if the sensation, kind of like falling off a surfboard, was good or bad, but it left me aching.

He’d never done anything like this with me before, so in a way he must have thought I was ready for him—for this. While I was definitely up, I wasn’t sure I was up for it the way I should be, given the position we were in. And I wasn’t sure I was really ready for more than what we were doing right now—touching and rubbing—but I’d had a long time to think about getting off with him. I wanted him bad and always had. I wanted all the good things we were supposed to have shared together by now that never panned out.

“You used to always let me get away with everything, Thio,” I murmured. “You would take me down to the beach and let me goof off when I should have been studying.” I stood on tiptoe but he didn’t let go of my hair, and the sting was there again as I strained closer to his lips. He held himself just out of reach, and I fought against his grip until tears burned at the corners of my eyes. “You always let me have everything except this.” I struggled against his hold just enough to brush my lips to his.

Thio let out a growly breath and devoured my mouth. The heat overwhelmed me as we kissed and he forced his tongue between my lips. Eventually the tension in my body from holding myself at an angle was too much and I settled firmly on my heels again, breaking his lip-lock, even though that was the last thing I wanted.

“Yes. I suppose I did give you those bad habits.” He panted and then chuckled. He was still in kissing range. Having him so close was so good I could barely stand it. “If you’re trying to wriggle out of responsibility for the way you act, I’m afraid it will backfire.” His gaze was piercing as he studied my face, and I resisted the urge to look away from him.

“How?” I asked, barely breathing. “Hell, Thio, you are my bad habit. You’re the only thing I ever really did that was for me. You’re the only bad thing I ever wanted.” I felt so strung out I started snickering, and he shook his head. The corners of his mouth tightened for a moment, but then the strained expression smoothed away.

“I always fix my fuckups.” He slapped a hand to my ass hard enough that the noise cracked in the room, echoing with the wooden floor and sparsely decorated walls. My asscheek hurt, not much, though, and I was surprised with how my hips kicked forward without any thought from me to rub myself against him. The pressure was so good, and I gave in and flexed my lower half against him harder, almost immediately. The friction had me holding my breath. He didn’t let go of my ass, and instead used his grip to drag me closer as he spread his legs and braced himself. Somehow I ended up with my arms looped around his neck.

“Thio,” I whispered as I floated on the sensations slamming through me. I’d never been this close to him in my life; every inch of me, or nearly, pressed tight against him.

My eyelids dipped closed even though I never wanted to stop looking at him, and Thio peppered kisses over my cheeks that had me smiling. My heart pounded and I tried to thrust myself against him again.

“Uh-uh. You’re learning some control right now,” he teased and used both hands to grab my ass. He didn’t make me back off, and instead held me tight so I could barely twist my hips to find more of that sweet pressure on my dick by rutting against him. My heart thumped in my ears, and I let out a whimper that had him laughing again, only this time the sound was low and sizzled along my nerves.

“Can you be quiet, Manny?” he growled in my ear. “You were always shy when we were younger, but when you got mad you had a mouth on you. I bet you fuck the same way. Shy and then wild.” Heat tumbled around in my chest and slithered low into my groin. I felt like my entire body was straining toward him. “Can you be my buen chico? So soft and sweet while I have you?” He nipped my chin with his teeth. “Or will I get the hellfire?”

He slid his fingers up under the sides of my shirt and wriggled them around, tickling me. I snickered and dropped my arms down to chase him off, but he didn’t stop. The way our play fighting jolted us together, muscle against muscle, had me struggling to know whether I should laugh or moan. This was fucking fantastic. He was amazing as he fought me off with what sounded like a pained grunt to torment me some more, and that almost sexual reflex that made me laugh also had my dick leaking in my boxers.

I was shocked, but I supposed not too shocked, to hear Thio say those things. I’d had enough time to think up a few dirty positions I’d love to try with him if I ever had the chance, and while this wasn’t one of my fantasies, him messing around and wrestling with me was certainly the beginning of seven or eight of them.

My stomach muscles spasmed and my groin tightened. The core of my body and lower was all I could think about. It was so intense. I’d never imagined anything in the world could be like this.

“I didn’t think you’d want to hurt me,” I gasped out. “You’re so full of it. Teaching lessons.” I tried to roll my eyes, but he attacked again, tickling his fingers along my back this time when I tried to turn away.

“Only a boring man relies on pain to teach lessons,” he said as he got me in his arms and forced me toward him again with a smile that sent a thrill through me.