Chapter 14

CHAPTER

FOURTEEN

SANTOS

I couldn't say what the movie was about. I can't even recall what Natie's parents said to me after we left the theater. I only remember being both blissfully satisfied and terrified that they'd smell my semen. But no, they must not have noticed since they were so amicable as we left.

Maybe. Again, my mind was in a haze at the thought that Natie gave me a hand job. And it was spectacular.

I propose that we talk books in my car and drive somewhere we can have privacy. Considering the horny grin on his face, I know Natie's not buying my ersatz excuse. But he's agreeable, completely on board.

I drive five minutes to one of the outlooks not far from the resort. If it's a popular make-out spot for teenagers, I have no clue. All I know is, I want to reciprocate with Natie so badly. Once parked, I gaze at the night sky, then turn to him.

"So…" He taps his knees and looks up. "What did you wanna…talk about?"

"It would be easier to chat…if we were in the backseat." I luckily had the forethought to clean my whole car just in case this scenario happened.

Natie gives me a knowing smirk but says nothing before exiting his side and heading to the back seat. Once we're both inside and the doors are closed, I all but jump his bones. My body is over his, his hands grasp at my back, and our mouths fuse together. Our kisses are desperate, like we're the last two people in the world. I'm a drowning man, and he's my final breath. I've wanted him for so long.

We kiss and kiss, splayed out on the backseat of my car. My body lies on top of him, and my dick makes a valiant effort to get hard again. But no, I need to service him. I want to make Natie Shiba feel euphoric. So, without pulling my lips off his, I bring down my right hand. I reach the front of his jeans and stroke him through the denim. He gasps around my mouth, and it's like a round of applause for my heart.

After tangling my tongue with his, I break away so I can maneuver myself better. I undo his pants in record time, then lean forward and tongue his neck. The air sizzles with passion, and his soft moans fill the tiny car. I savor the salty taste of his skin. "I want you…to feel good…" I rasp.

His hands claw at my back, like I'm a life preserver and he's a drowning man. "Then do it, Santos," he whispers back.

Fuck, that was sexy . I reach in and grasp his cock. The last of Natie's restraint breaks when I stroke him up and down. While his dick isn't the biggest in the world, it's hard as asphalt, and I'm honored with the privilege to return the sexual favor. His raw, unfiltered sounds of pleasure break through, and he moans so loudly I'm afraid astronauts might hear it. How unfair, I had to keep silent. Still, I'm unperturbed about it, and I stroke him up and down, making him whimper.

Hearing Natie Shiba's sex noises and knowing they came from me renders me ecstatic.

We kiss and kiss. I stroke and stroke. I grind and grind his lower legs, not caring about him making a mess on my shirt. Whoops, there goes my refractory period ; I'm steel-hard again in my pants. I huff as I nibble on his lip and kiss down to his collar. All I can hear is the slick sounds of jerking him off and our labored breaths. He runs his hands over my bare scalp. I want him in so many ways.

"Fuck, Santos," he says through a breathy moan.

"Natie..."

"This feels so good."

"Natie…I want…"

"Tell me."

I stroke him faster, harder, and he gasps in response. "I want you to come," I mutter against his jaw.

"Oh God…"

"Shoot it, Natie," I whisper into his lips. His eyes are rolled back, like he's having an out-of-body experience. He's so close…

"Fuck, Santos, I'm…"

"Yes," I hiss. Say my name, never forget it. I've fantasized about this for years. I finally get to have Natie Shiba and give him this euphoria. I want him to witness stars being born. I want to take Natie to the heavens and back.

Moments later, my dreams come to fruition. Natie howls and grasps at my back, then he goes rigid. His cock pulses as he unloads onto my lower belly, and I grin in delight. My man is a shooter, I'll need to make note of that.

Feeling Natie's orgasm in my palm is an experience I won't soon forget.

I pepper kisses down his cheek while his soul descends back to Earth. His satiated smile is flattering, and almost makes me want to bust again. I move off him, simply enjoying the look of a man in pure tranquility.

"Wow," he whispers, eyes still closed.

"You liked that?" I wipe my mouth.

He buzzes his lips and nods, and for some reason, we both laugh. He raises a thumb, and I take it I passed the benchmark. "That was…exactly what I needed."

"G-g-glad to help."

When he opens his eyes, he sits upright and hikes his pants up. "Shit, sorry about your shirt."

I look down —oh, he did make a mess. My shirt is soaked with stains all down my front. Inconsequential .

"No a-p-p-pologies necessary." I unbutton my shirt and don't miss the way he eyes me up and down. He's still attracted to me post-orgasm? Stupendous!

"Still, I shouldn't have —"

"Don't you d-d-dare regret tonight." We laugh again. I pry off my shirt and use it to clean up my hands and his front. Down to my white tank top, I get out and move to the driver's seat while Natie follows to the front.

The drive back is silent but not uncomfortable. I roll the windows open, letting the scent out. I don't want my car to smell like sex, even though I never want to forget Natie's manly odor. As the ocean breeze flows between us, I reach out for his hand. When he doesn't pull away, my cheeks burn with affection. I'm in awe of everything about you.

When I pull up to his place, we both seem to be calm and at ease. "You know, we never did get to talk about books," Natie remarks.

I snicker. "I don't know w-w-what happened in the movie."

Natie chortles, and when he calms down, he looks at my mouth. "How are you…feeling? Content?"

"I'm m-m-more than content. More than satiated." I'm overjoyed, elated, enchanted, and all of the above, all for you, Natie. I smile and hope he knows how much this means to me. I desire you so much. "I'm great. And you?"

"It was…a good time." He puts out his fist and I bump it. Not a kiss? What gives? "You're…really cool, Santos." He opens the door, and I get the sinking feeling he's done with me. Before the dread can settle in my gut, he turns around and leans on the door. "Do you want to do this again? Hang out, destress, partake in some fun, preferably without my parents as a chaperone?"

My face hurts from smiling so much . I'll accept any ounce of affection you're willing to share with me. "S-s-sure!"

His eyes crinkle when he grins and nods. "Then text me later, Santos."

I don't think I could abstain from Natie Shiba if I wanted to.