Chapter Twenty

Tomás

Kieran had gone quiet, hiding his face from me. I didn't want to push him. For someone who had no clue what he was doing, I did all right. Or better than all right. Kieran had shouted my name, had called me baby, had said please.

Yeah, I did that. And I loved it.

Except now, he was boneless on his back, his arm thrown over his eyes, breathing. His dick deflated against his thigh. I lowered myself so that I was sprawled between his legs, my head on his chest, listening to the fast drum of his heartbeat. "I'm not smashing you, am I?"

"No," he said.

Good. Cause I needed a breather too.

I hadn't come and my hard dick was impaling the mattress under me. But I didn't care. I didn't need anything from Kieran.

"I need to use the bathroom."

Right, because I was acting like a baby monkey clinging to him. I rolled over onto the bed as he got out not caring that he was naked and looking like some sort of god. All that ripped body. I didn't even feel weird. He wasn't a girl, with soft curves and tits. He had muscle, strong and smooth, all over. And I still felt horny as fuck for him.

I didn't even want to think of what that meant right now.

I heard the water running for a few minutes and wondered if I should join him. I didn't move. Unsure where his head was at. I knew he was still uncomfortable with all this, and I didn't want him to threaten me with bodily harm if I asked him about it. That would totally kill the mood.

What didn't kill the mood was when he walked out of the bathroom with a heightened sense of urgency. His eyes deep and dark. Without a word, he crawled on top of me and kissed me. A deep, filthy kiss. He must've tasted himself on my tongue and didn't care. He kept sucking it as if wanting a part of what he'd given me. I moaned into his mouth, pulling him closer, my hard erection on his stomach.

We kissed. A lot. For a long time. This time I touched him everywhere. I had never been interested in anal play. At least until now. With Kieran. I wanted him to teach me everything.

"You're going to fuck me now," he breathed into my ear. "Do exactly as I say."

My cock grew painfully harder, leaking at his words and I nodded.

He dropped on his back and spread open his thighs. The man looked so perfect. A marble statue of one of the gods on campus. My eyes trailed his lean torso down to his half-hard cock, the dark hair in his groin, his pale balls and his ass. He didn't have to instruct me much. I knew what to do, not that I'd ever seen porn, but it wasn't that different from fucking a girl in the ass. I used the lube and rimmed his hole with my finger. His breath hitched, his stomach clenched.

"Just relax," I said, and planted a kiss just under his navel at the thin scar there. I ran my nose along it. "What happened here?" I asked, as I pressed my finger deeper inside of him.

"Don't, Tomás. Please don't ask."

The way he pleadingly said it made me want to make him forget everything bad that happened to him. I wanted to make him feel so good.

I nuzzled his groin. I liked dick. I liked his dick. He smelled of clean soap and musk. I pushed my finger against the tight ring of muscle to the first knuckle, stretching him. "Do you need a safe word?" I asked, watching entranced as I slipped a second finger inside. He was so tight, so fucking hot.

"No," he gritted out.

"Does it feel weird?" Okay, I knew I shouldn't be talking, but my brain wouldn't stop driving questions through me. "Have you ever done this before?"

"No, Fuck, Tomás." He clutched onto the bed sheets, his dick straight up, leaking. I leaned in and licked his slit tasting the forbidden desire on my tongue. I pushed deeper inside of him, crooked my finger and his pleasure grew louder, deeper, chaotic. Pearls of cum continued to drip from his dick.

He wasn't going to last.

I leaned in to lick again.

"Jesus Christ," he grumbled and cupped my face, pulled me up, and kissed me. I had to quickly balance myself over him or crush him. The desperation of his mouth on mine was heaven, his tongue so demanding. I gave him everything he wanted while thrusting my hips into his hard length. "Stop talking and fuck me."

Well, hell, I could do that.

He put a pillow under his ass and spread his legs for me. I couldn't talk if I tried. It'd been such a long time with a girl and I hadn't ever done this with a guy. "I don't want to hurt you."

"I'm prepped, just do it."

I sheathed my cock in the condom, rubbed some lube on it, and grazed more on his tight pucker as he watched me. So erotic, I thought I was going to die. Then I aligned my tip against his hole and pushed inside him. He was tight. I wondered how it would've felt without a condom, but I'd never been without a condom. I winced at the tightness around my already sensitive dick.

"Move, shit, Tomás, move."

He held his legs opened for me, his face so damn beautiful, his abs tight. And I moved. After I breeched the tight ring of muscle, I couldn't stop moving. His body swallowed a piece of mine to my balls. Then I kept thrusting inside of him. I knew I had to find his prostrate, so I twisted my hips and he moaned. A loud moan that registered up to the ceiling. I didn't stop him. I didn't warn him about the guys in the house. I didn't care. I watched as his dick got hard without me touching it. Leaking so much I thought he sprung a leak.

"Yes! Tomás, fuck. Faster. Fuck!"

The words made me even more determined to make it good for him.

He lifted his hands over his head, his palms planted on the headboard to keep me from pushing him up there. It gave me a clear view of all his flexed muscles. The strength of his arms, chiseled chest, his abs. A sheen of sweat glazed his body. The guy was so beautiful he could have anyone. Anyone. But he'd chosen me. Despite what bullshit he came up with, that meant something.

I wanted to make sure he'd think of me after this. That even if we couldn't be together, that he'd remember this one moment. Always. I held out from coming, wanting to see him go first. And he did. With a loud moan. Ropes of come spurted from his tip, never ending, splattering on his abs, some on his chest. I squeezed my eyes with the visual of him behind my lids and bit my lip as I came. My balls drawing up, my nerve endings firing up my back, branching out to every part of my body with the most explosive orgasm of my life. I couldn't breathe. Stars ignited in front of my eyeballs. I felt as if my cells were all awakened in a fit of ecstasy. It lasted for several minutes, at least, until I fell limp against him.

He winced.. "Slide out."

Shit. My dick hadn't gone all the way down and I slowly slid out of his body.

"Did I hurt you? Was that okay?" I asked.

He wouldn't look at me and I felt his regret like nails piercing my skin. I wasn't sure if he regretted me too. "It was good. I need to shower." His tone went back to the asshole sound of indifference.

I gave him some room but didn't trust my voice to say anything.

While I had expected him to shower in my bathroom like he did earlier, this time, he rolled out of the bed, wiped his come with a t-shirt, slipped on his pants, and walked out of my room. He didn't even look back. The soft snick of the door closing behind him hurt more than it should have.

I pulled the condom out, wrapped it, and tossed it in the trash. Then I got up and shoved the chair under the doorknob. I couldn't sleep and watched the sun rise. The guys started to make their way around the house. Their conversation floated up the stairs. I crept out into the hallway to listen.

"I think Tomás fucked some dude last night." I recognized Wren's voice. He never thought of discretion when he spoke. He laughed.

"Mind your business, asshole," that was River, not Kieran. "How do you know it was a dude?"

"Deep voice."

"Shut up, Wren, and mind your business," Kieran said, sounding angrier than anything else.

"You must've heard it all being so close to him. Was it some girl or a guy?"

"Why would that matter?" River asked.

"I just want to know who we're living with."

There was a smack. "Shut up," Fox said.

"Ow," Wren said. "I'm just saying. What if his fuck buddy starts being nosey. We should know who it is."

"He's got a point," Henry said.

"We can check the cameras," offered Fox.

"I'll do it," Kieran said quickly.

Cameras?

"Fine. Whatever," Wren said, and I heard footsteps out the door.

Cameras? What cameras?

I heard someone come up the stairs and I hid in my room, listening to Kieran enter his room next to mine. I ran over all the things I wanted to do. Face him. Ask him what they meant about the cameras. I stood in front of his door, hand raised, ready to pound and kick and scream. But something, I couldn't say what, stopped me. I lowered my hand took a floundering step back until my back hit the wall opposite the door and just breathed.

Did I want to know? What would I do if Kieran told me he kept eyes on me, on my bed, in my private space? Would I hate him, hit him, tear him a new asshole?

My father always said not to go digging for answers I wasn't ready for. If you're not ready to face the consequences of those answers, just let it go. I knew Kieran wouldn't show anyone those videos. He had more to lose than I did. It must've been an oversight on his part. Something he'd forgotten about, which meant he must've been as out of it as I was last night. Except, he hadn't been buzzed or drunk. Which meant, I had scrambled his shit just as he scrambled mine.

I slipped quietly back into my room. Let him watch me. I had nothing to hide.