I smile. “Why’d you think I’m wearing them?”
His fingers slide lower and touch the head of my dick that’s rapidly on the rise. He rubs back and forth along my slit, causing pinpricks of pleasure to ripple along my throbbing length. My arousal is more than evident and so is Ramon’s.
Craving his taste, I dip my head and rub my lips against his mouth in a soft caress as I push into his hand, which is now cupping my sac. His mouth opens and I take what he’s offering as my hand wanders down to press and squeeze along the length of his erection.
Our moans mingle together as our tongues dance in a blaze of want and need.
Breathing heavily, I force my mouth away from Ramon’s but find I can’t stop what’s happening between us. I nibble down his whisker-covered jaw and back up to his earlobe. Sucking down hard on one of his pleasure spots, I slip my hand inside his jeans and wrap my hand around his cock…and then…the fucking doorbell!
“I need to see who that is,” Ramon whispers just before sealing his lips to mine.
I shove both my hands into the back of Ramon’s jeans and shove them down as I drop to my knees. Looking at his beautiful dick, I nearly fucking come.
The top part of his impressive erection is visible with his jeans stuck around his hips. I guess I should have unfastened them first. But, fuck, seeing him like this is a big turn-on.
Leaning forward, I swirl my tongue around the leaking head and moan when his flavor hits my taste buds. I lick and lap at his arousal and feel his frustration when I refuse to open his jeans. I knock his hands away when he tries and I continue to tease him.
Not again—the doorbell.
“Fuck…I need—”
“My mouth on your cock,” I finish for him.
He offers an unsteady laugh. “To get the door, I was about to say…but you’d be more accurate.”
I get to my feet and pull his jeans back up. With our lips inches apart, I whisper, “We’ll finish this at the cabin.” I quickly kiss him before I disappear into his bedroom to hide my raging arousal.
I’m damn uncomfortable with the denim cutting into my dick. Ripping the zipper and button open, I sigh in relief when my hard-as-fuck dick springs free. There’s no way I’m going to be able to go anywhere until I’ve taken care of my own throbbing problem.
Hearing voices out in the living room, I quickly head to the bathroom where I lock the door behind me.
Chucking my clothes to the side, I step into the shower and turn the water on before reaching for the shower gel. Wrapping my hand around my dick, I sigh in relief as I start to caress along the length. This isn’t going to take long with how close I was back in the kitchen.
Quickening my stroke, I widen my stance and, using my other hand, lean against the shower wall. The pleasure is slowly working its way from deep in my stomach toward my balls, where it boils into an inferno. Before I can catch my breath, my dick thickens as the fire explodes out of my cock.
Growling, I drop to my knees as cum continues to coat my hand and the shower wall.
Fuck me.
Ramon should have been in here with me, or better yet, I should have been inside him. Feeling my dick on the rise again, I put a stop to that train of thought, and get to my feet before quickly rinsing off.
Turning the shower off and stepping out, my eyes catch sight of my jeans on the floor, where I let them fall and I smile. Towel drying my legs and junk, I yank the jeans back on, but figure I can find a more appropriate shirt in case I meet more of Ramon’s family before the day’s out.
Feeling tired, but refreshed, I open the bathroom door and come face to face with a smirking Ramon.
“That sounded good,” he comments.
I walk past him to the closet. “Yeah, it was. Would have been better if I’d been in your tight ass when I’d come.” I look back over my shoulder and grin when I see the stunned expression on his face.
“Grab your stuff. We’re out of here in ten,” Ramon announces on his way out of the bedroom. “And,” he pauses, “it would have felt amazing having you come in my ass.”
The door closes behind him.
That was one hell of a parting shot from Ramon and before the weekend is over, that’s going to become a reality.
Chapter Eight
Ramon
While waiting for Noah to finish his third walk around my cabin, I admire the view over the river that runs across the back.
The large wraparound porch has double, glass doors that open to the outside on three sides of the cabin with a large double front door for visitors.
My parents’ favorite place to sit when they visit is on the two rocking chairs that are to the left of the cabin. Under my mom’s instructions, there is also a small coffee table resting between the two chairs.