Page 27 of A Coffee Away

His taste was intoxicating. Like wood mixed with smoke. I shuddered in approval, and I couldn’t contain the moan that escaped me as he pulled my hips to his erection.

This was different from Andres. It was deeper. Like I’d been dying of thirst in a desert and Esteban’s kiss was my oasis. My whole body reacted to him. My cock strained against my pants. My mind screamed for him to take me. To make me forget my own name as he took control of my body, sending me to heights only he could.

I couldn’t get enough. I wrapped my arms around his waist.

He tugged my hair hard, exposing my neck. He kissed it fiercely, nibbling my pulse.

I pressed my cock hard against him.

His hand moved up my shirt, and he pinched my nipple. He swallowed my groan with a searing kiss and held me tight.

I reached for his pants.

He broke the kiss, burying his face in my neck. “I’m sorry. I…”

We were both panting.

I breathed long and deep, trying to come down from the high, then hugged him. “Don’t.”

He raised his head and cupped my jaw with both hands, running his thumbs over my swollen lips. Goosebumps rose on my skin.

I wanted more.

“I couldn’t help myself. Just knowing another man was inside you drives me insane. I…” He kissed me tenderly, then rested his forehead against mine. “Go to sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

I grabbed his hand when he stepped away. “Don’t do this again.” My eyes glazed. I wouldn’t recover from it.

He grabbed my nape and kissed my temple. “Listen to me, Robbie. This isn’t like the last time. I won’t let go ever again. Now, be a good boy, and go to sleep. I promise we’ll talk tomorrow.”

Something about the way he referred to me. The way his fingers grazed my nape before he let me go made me want to obey him. To make him happy.

I nodded and walked into the bedroom, my heart in my throat and my soul about to burst out of my body.

“Robbie?”

I rubbed my eyes open. Did I oversleep?

I moved and flinched. I was sore from sleeping with Andres last night, but I’d read about it, and it would get better over time.

“Babe, are you still sleeping?” Esteban knocked softly.

My heart skipped a beat at his endearment, and I covered my lips. We kissed. We really kissed last night. And it was freaking amazing.

He said we’d talk today, and I couldn’t wait.

A question kept popping into my mind. He knew I liked him, so why did he wait until last night? Was he so drunk and mad that he acted on instinct, or did he really want me?

I closed my eyes and prayed to heaven this was real. That he wouldn’t back away like that night.

“Robbie. Stop overthinking. We’ll talk, but I really need to pee.”

I chuckled. “Door’s open. You go first.”

In less than a millisecond, Esteban was running to the bathroom. “Morning!” He closed the door.

I sat on the bed. “Go ahead and shower. I’m okay.” I looked out of the window-paned wall and sighed.

The sky was a light blue. No clouds in sight. I loved the view. It made me want to paint. To record each morning for eternity.