Page 138 of Raspados & Regret

“You’re the one with my dick in your mouth.” I chuckle.

“You want me to stop?”

“Nope.” I lift my hand to motion that I’m zipping my mouth shut.

“Then behave.”

I nod like a man who still has thoughts.

I do not. It’s all Lalo up in this bitch now.

He goes back down, and the first slow slide of his mouth steals every single one.

He is filthy about it, sloppy on purpose.

No shame.

No hesitation.

His hand wraps around the base, slick with his spit, stroking what he can’t take while his mouth works the head. His tongue ring taps the piercing, drags under it, circles it until my hips twitch despite every ounce of control I have left.

He looks up at me the whole time.

His eyes on mine, daring me to look away while his mouth wrecks me, while his cheeks hollow, while spit gathers at the corners of his lips and slides down his fingers.

I’m dying.

I’m being murdered by a man with a smart mouth and red shorts.

Nah, fuck that. Lalo’s mouth, only his mouth, from now until the day I die.

Fuck everyone else.

He pulls back to breathe, mouth slick, voice rough. “You still mad I said no?”

My laugh comes out strangled. “Are you serious?”

He strokes me slowly, thumb careful over the piercing. “Answer.”

“No.”

“You sure?”

“You have my dick in your hand.”

“And?”

“I can’t form legal testimony.”

His grin is wicked. “Good.”

Then his mouth is back, and this time he takes me deeper.

Too deep.

I slam my hand over my own mouth, and his tongue presses up. The ring catches, and my vision whites at the edges.

Outside the trailer, someone calls, “Elías? You good?”