Page 66 of Damián

The second the words leave my mouth, Oliver tenses.

His entire body goes rigid in my lap.

I stop immediately, my hands freezing on his hips.

Mierda… he’s probably nervous because he thinks the shadows can see us.

“Hey, it’s okay,” I whisper, leaning my forehead against his. “The windows are tinted black, and we’re pinned between two concrete walls. No one can see us.”

Oliver shakes his head, still unsure.

Ahh…

I’m an idiot…

The audio bug.

Even if those pendejos can’t see us, they can hear us, and who knows how Rafael will react to this audio.

I lean in close, pressing my lips directly against his ear so no one but him can hear.

“I’m sorry I jumped you. I haven’t been with anyone for over a month, so I’m too horny to think straight.” I chuckle, hoping it would lighten the mood and ease him up. “The list is already in your back pocket, so you can just—”

Oliver’s hands suddenly fist in the collar of my shirt, and he smashes his mouth to mine in a desperate kiss.

“Touch me, anyway you want,” Oliver begs, breaking the kiss just enough to speak against my lips.

I blink, stunned. I pull back an inch, raising my eyebrows, and tap a finger against the dashboard, reminding him that the mic is actively recording.

“Are you sure?” I ask.

Oliver’s eyes are hooded with lust. He grabs my hand and drags it down, pressing it hard against his hard cock.

“I don’t care, Damián. I want your hands on me.”

I grip his hips, pushing him backward just enough to give myself an inch of space. I reach down, ripping my zipper open, and free my aching cock between us.

Oliver looks down, his breath hitching in his throat. His lips part, his eyes wide and completely blown away by the sight of me.

It is the most absurd, ridiculous thing, but seeing him look at me like that makes me feel like he’s never seen anyone like me. And it makes me feel happy and so damn hot.

Oliver’s tongue darts out to wet his lips. I grab the back of his neck, pulling him down, and lick those exact same lips, swallowing his moan as my hand drops to his jeans. I undo his button, drag his zipper down, and slip my hand into his boxers to free him. Oliver shudders, arching his spine as I curl my fingers around his length and take it out.

Once both are outside, I shift my grip, wrapping my hand around both of our cocks at the same time.

The first stroke, skin sliding against slick skin, is earth-shattering. Oliver cries into my mouth, and I swallow the sound, pumping my hand up and down our joined lengths, trapping us in a relentless friction.

I feel like I am going insane with how incredibly mind-blowing this feels.

It has to be the abstinence.

It has to be the fact that I haven’t touched anyone in over a month, because I have never, in my entire life, felt anything this intense.

Every muscle in my body is pulled tight, my brain completely short-circuiting as Oliver moans and thrusts in my lap.

“Dami,” he gasps, his fingernails digging into my shoulders. “I can’t… I’m going to—”

“Let go, nene,” I growl against his mouth. “Cum for me.”