Page 26 of A Coffee Away

His presence was all-encompassing, and I had the urge to shy away. There was something about Esteban. Something that made my insides melt. My skin tingled in anticipation. I never knew what he’d do. How he’d react. Only that he’d never harm me. That he was safe.

The sleeveless shirt that hugged his chest caught my attention as I approached him. His naked arms never failed to enthrall me. His dark-gray sweatpants were sleek against his strong legs.

We kept a friendly relationship. No more sexual innuendos. No more flirty words. But deep down, I couldn’t stop imagining how it would be if we were together, and by the way he was acting at this moment, I bet he felt the same way too.

I was very attracted to him, but he never acted on it. He gave me the space I needed, and I gave him his. He’d also made out with other men and, once in a while, had gone out on his own, but there was something off tonight.

He patted the sofa beside him. “Come here.”

I winced when my butt touched the sofa.

He frowned. “Did he treat you right?”

I shrugged. “He was gentle. It’ll take some time to get used to it, but it was good.”

Esteban tilted his face toward me. “You bottomed?”

My face warmed, but I nodded.

He touched my thigh. “Are you hurting?”

I stilled, unable to put it into words.

His hand twitched. “Talk to me, Robbie.”

“A little, but it’s okay.” It hurt, but I took it, and after a while, it stopped burning.

Andres asked if I was all right, and I said yes, not wanting to slow him down. After a couple of minutes, having him inside me started to feel amazing. When I moaned in pleasure, he started pounding my ass with more force and grabbed my cock. The pleasure made me relax, and the pain receded. I was consumed by ecstasy. I writhed in a frenzy as he hit that spot inside me again and again. That and the way he stroked my cock in rhythm made me come so hard that it fell all over my chest.

Andres pulled my hips higher. Then, after a couple of thrusts, he pulled his cock out and came all over my abs, stroking his dick until there was nothing left. It was incredible, but something was missing.

“Okay?” He gritted his teeth. “Did he not prepare you? Was he too hard on you?”

Fuck, why was he questioning me about this? I took a deep, cleansing breath. I didn’t want a fight. “He asked if I was all right, and I said yes.”

Esteban frowned. “Why did you say yes if you weren’t ready?”

I stood and put my hands on my hips. “You know what? I don’t have to explain myself to you or to anyone.”

Esteban grabbed my arm. “Answer me, Robbie. Why did you take it if you weren’t ready?”

My blood boiled, and I jerked away. “I wanted to experience it. To know what it was like to be with a man. And in the end, I enjoyed it. So why the fuck does it matter?”

He stood. His hold was so strong I couldn’t shove him away.

“Esteban. Let me go. I’m tired, and I’m going to bed.”

I struggled against him but froze as he stepped into me, closing the space between us.

“It matters.” His tone was soft.

I looked down at his chest, unable to keep his stare “Why do you care?” My voice was but a whisper. “You were clear. You said to let go of it. Of you.”

He moved his hand to my cheek. His soft caress reached my neck. Warmth traveled through me, burning me from the inside out.

“It matters because you deserved so much more for your first time. And because…I’d never hurt you.”

His mouth was on me in an instant. Warm. Sweet. Raw. His lips were soft, but his kiss was hard. His velvety tongue nudged my lips, asking for permission, and I responded immediately. When our tongues met, fireworks ignited, and I didn’t want him to stop.