Page 140 of Raspados & Regret

Family. They’ll get over it.

TikTok. Fuck ‘em.

Labels. Who gives a shit what people want to label me? Especially when I have him.

Time. Time went out the window the moment he said no.

All of it blows apart under the heat of his mouth. There’s only Elías kneeling for me, not weak, not submissive, not anything except powerful in a way that makes my bones loosen. He looks like he owns me down there.

He does.

Messy.

Stupid.

Hot.

In a trailer that smells like sugar and bad decisions.

My stomach tightens and my breathing starts getting tight. “I’m close, ohh fuck.”

He doesn’t stop, his hand just squeezes my thigh.

Permission.

Demand.

Warning.

All three wrapped in one gentle squeeze.

“Lalo,” I whisper. “I’m gonna⁠—”

He takes me deeper, and the tongue ring drags once, perfectly, against the barbell.

That’s all it takes. I come so hard my vision goes, and I can’t see anything. My hand slaps over my mouth again, muffling the broken sound that claws out of me. My hips jerk once before I lock them down. Elías holds me steady, swallowing every drop of cum that shoots down his throat, his hands tight on my thighs like he is keeping me exactly where he wants me.

When it finally lets go of my spine, I sag against the wall, breathing like I ran across the market.

Elías pulls off slowly, and my whole body flinches from the last little drag of his tongue ring over the piercing. He looks up at me with wet lips, flushed cheeks, and eyes bright with victory.

I am ruined.

A dead man.

A ghost in Vans.

He wipes his mouth with the pad of his thumb. “So,” he whispers.

I blink down at him.

He smiles. “Still need more time?”

I huff a laugh because if I don’t, I might collapse. “You’re evil.”

“You came in my mouth in my mom’s trailer.”

“My point stands.”