Page 154 of Raspados & Regret

He looks down at me. “Your turn.”

I lift my arms, and he pulls my shirt off, slower than I want. His eyes move over me with so much focus I feel touched before his hands land.

“You’re staring,” I say.

“Yeah.” He says, licking his lower lip.

“Good staring or crisis staring?”

His mouth twitches. “Possessive staring.”

Oh.

My dick hardens so fast it almost hurts.

His hand slides down my stomach and runs over my erection.

“Yeah?” he asks. “You like possessive, huh?”

“You can’t just say things like that.”

“I can now.”

That shouldn’t turn me on, but it does. He kisses down my throat, over the marks he left that are finally starting to fade.

Then bites one and gives it a firm suck. It’s hard enough to make me hiss. “You showing these off again tomorrow?”

My laugh comes out shaky. “That depends.”

His eyes flick up. “On what?”

“How many you leave.”

His face goes dark with want.

“Mmm, careful,” he says.

I grin. “Or what?”

He moves so fast I barely track it. One second, I’m on my back with my hands on his pecs. The next, he has my wrists pinned above my head with one hand, his body heavy between my thighs, his mouth at my ear.

“Or I’ll make sure everyone knows.”

Heat goes through me so hard I arch.

“Yeah?” I whisper.

Fabián’s hips press down and his hard dick drags against mine through layers of fabric. “Yeah.”

“Then do it.”

He goes still. “Do what?”

I tilt my chin.

“Make sure everyone knows that I’m yours.”

His pupils blow wide; I almost think he might combust. Then his mouth crashes into mine. His shorts come down, mine too. Underwear shoved, kicked, lost somewhere near the foot of the bed. His dick slides against mine, hot and hard, the curved barbell catching against my skin as we rock together.