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“I don’t normally drink much as a rule. I don’t like the taste of liquor.”
“Really? What about a beer, then? Or some wine?”
“No, nothing. Okay, maybe a soda if it’ll stop you from giving me that look.”
“I have soda. If you’re sure that’s what you want. That stuff rots your teeth, though.”
“God. Okay, then juice if you have it.”
He grinned and busied himself at the counter and then brought me a glass of the good orange juice that still has the pulp in it and tasted like freshly squeezed. He sat down beside me with his drink, which looked like bourbon.
“A bartender who doesn’t like the taste of liquor. Is that more to that story?”
“Alcoholism runs in my family. It killed my mother.”
He looked a little shocked, and hesitated, like he thought I might be kidding. I immediately regretted saying anything at all. That was the usual reaction I got when I told people, so I didn’t know what else I’d expected. Maybe I’d been trying to shock him or play on his sympathy.
Rather than brush it off, he grazed my cheek with the back of his hand and said, “Do you want to talk about it?”
“Nothing to talk about,” I said with a shrug. “She was a drunk, and a meth head. She locked me in a parked car in Orlando in front of a bar when I was a kid and went inside for a couple of hours. She had parked there for “just a minute” which turned into longer when she went in and then forgot I was with her. I don’t know what the temperature was when she first parked there. But it had reached ninety degrees outside when I was found. The temperature inside a closed car when it’s ninety outside can reach 120 degrees in only twenty minutes. Like I said, I don’t know how long it was like that, but that must have been around the time I started screaming and feeling like I couldn’t breathe and my skin was cooking. I started banging on the window. Some people going into the bar heard all the noise and broke the car windows. They opened the doors to get me out of my car seat and called the police. I never saw my mother again after that. She died of an overdose not long after she lost custody of me. End of story.”
“My God. Were you taken in by relatives?”
“No. There were no relatives. I went into foster care.” I glanced over at him and shook my head. “It wasn’t so bad, so don’t look at me like that. What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger, right? Hey, what about that old movie I was promised?”
He smiled gently at me, getting up to take the glasses to the sink. “The remote is on the coffee table. Pick us out something to watch if you like.”
“Any preferences?”
“Whatever you want.”
I turned to look at him again. “Promising me whatever I want could be dangerous.”
“Oh yeah?” he replied softly, stopping to look at me. “How so?”
“Because I want you.”
He looked surprised, but I just looked at him, not sure how to feel. No, I was sure. I couldn’t believe I’d gotten up the nerve to say that. I turned to face him. “We only had one night together. I’d like to try it again. See if it’s as good as I remember.”
“Are you sure, Cruz? I didn’t bring you here for that. I just wanted to talk and reconnect.”
“Me too. So, let’s reconnect.”
I’m not sure which of us moved first, but the next thing I knew I was being wrapped up in his arms and kissed within an inch of my life. I put my arms around his neck, stood on my tiptoes and kissed him as hard as I could. I wasn’t short, but I was compared to him. He was big and muscular and everything I’d ever wanted. He wedged his knee between my thighs, and I humped his leg shamelessly.
He began walking me backward and we made it as far as the sofa before he pushed me down and pulled me out of my jeans. My cock sprang out, fully on board with whatever he wanted to do.
He slipped his tongue inside my mouth, and he tasted of whiskey and himself. It had never been so good with anyone else. I heard the crinkle of foil as he put on a condom, and I was glued to everything he did. Michael trailed his fingers up my thighs afterward, as he sucked me and began to fondle my balls. He soothed me, murmuring something around my cock, his breath hot on my groin. He pulled his mouth off my cock, a trickle of my come trailing from the corner of his mouth. I looked up at him in confusion, unable to believe he’d stopped. He smiled down at me and then the weight of him descended on me and I looked up in surprise. He was pushing back my thighs. Sleekly, and quickly, he leaned over me, rubbing his cock against my hole. It was hot and thick against my opening, like nothing I thought I’d ever felt before.
He pulled one of my legs up onto his hip and we both groaned as he slipped one careful finger inside me. It had been a long time for me, over a year since the two of us had last made love and I hadn’t been with anyone else that way since—so when he added another finger, I arched in pain, crying out a little. He made soothing sounds against my mouth, kissing me tenderly, but he didn’t stop or slow down, just kept steadily on until the sounds I made were those of pleasure, and I turned my head and licked the corner of his mouth and bit his bottom lip. The fierce sweetness of his lovemaking was making me a little out of control.
I arched up to meet him. He was wet and slick with lube. The head of his cock hit again and again on the place inside me that lit me on fire, and I arched my back, moaning his name.
He felt so damned thick and hard inside me. He pulled out and then pushed back in again and again, impaling me, thrusting against me, pushing and sliding back out in a rhythm that made me cry out and writhe beneath him. He was taking me apart. I looked up at him and couldn’t believe I was here with him again like this.
Totally seduced, I closed my eyes and let my body succumb to whatever he wanted to do to me. I wondered idly if this much pleasure could kill me, and I decided maybe it was okay if it did. If I had to choose between this as a way to go and dying of some disease or getting hit by a bus, then show me where to sign up.
He slid in and out easily, his eyes never leaving mine and then he leaned down to kiss me long and hard while he gave my body time to adjust. After another minute or so of exploring my mouth fully, Michael thrust into me even harder and filled me with his cock until I was gasping with pleasure and the discomfort gave way to excruciating bliss.
