The Right Words (18 page)

“Privacy. I told you that.” Michael set his cane against one of the chairs and stood next to me to peer out at the action below.

Twilight was taking over, but the condo’s position facing the west gave us more light and time to enjoy the sun-kissed view of the boardwalk and the ocean beyond.

“Does your family come here often? The Valley is still over the hill another half hour. Not exactly convenient.”

“No, but when I was injured, distance didn’t matter. My mother and sisters were here every day. There are three bedrooms. One is an office and the other is a guest room. But it’s still a condo, so it felt… suffocating. Too cozy. They cooked constantly. I know there are still tamales in the freezer and God knows what else. Trust me, if I hadn’t made up some story about getting treatment in Orange County, I’d have gained twenty pounds pretty damn fast.”

“You’re lucky.” I smiled as I turned to face him. “They love you.” I heard Brandon’s voice saying the same about my mother. There was one of her versus a posse but yes, I was lucky too.

“Hmm.” The look in his eyes told me he didn’t want to talk about family. Michael reached out to run lazy fingers through my hair. I closed my eyes and reveled in his touch, lifting my head so he’d continue tracing along my ears and down my throat.

The slightest press of his lips against mine had me melting into him. He took hold of my head to anchor me before he plunged his tongue inside my mouth. I heard myself whimper with need as I inched closer, anxious to feel his body against mine.

“Inside. C’mon.”

Michael took me by the hand and grabbed his cane with the other before leading the way through the living area and down a short hallway to the master bedroom. The blinds were closed, casting dark shadows across the large room. Michael stepped away from me to turn on a lamp next to the massive king-size bed piled high with navy pillows and a pinstriped duvet.

“This is very ni—”

I swallowed my words when Michael pulled me toward him and crushed his mouth over mine. His hands were everywhere at once, behind my head cradling gently one moment, and then down my back to clutch at my ass and pull me close. My pulse raced when I felt his hard shaft through his jeans. His hunger fed my own until I was literally shaking with need and desire. I ran my hands up his back and scratched my way down.

“Fuck. Luke, I want you.”

I nodded. I didn’t trust my voice, so I acted instead. I reached out to unbutton his shirt just as he reached for my belt buckle. His sure fingers had my jeans loose and low on my hips before I was four buttons into the chore of dealing with his shirt. My hands shook and my breathing was rushed. I felt light-headed, like I’d gone too far, too fast.

“Shh. Slow down, honey. We’ve got plenty of time.” Michael took my hands in his, stilling my movement until I looked into his eyes. I could feel him willing me to relax and not let my tendency to question and know the unknown send me reeling before I gave this a chance.

It worked. I don’t know why, but it did. I inclined my head and licked my lower lip nervously, but I felt a slow sense of calm come over me. He smiled slightly and traced a path down my chest, pulling at the fabric of my shirt before he began taking care of the endless row of buttons.

“Why couldn’t we be wearing T-shirts tonight?” I whispered.

Michael chuckled and kissed me in a sweet, impulsive move that made my toes curl.

“Damn, you’re beautiful,” he said reverently as he peeled my shirt off my shoulders and pushed it down my arms.

I didn’t know if “beautiful” was the right word, but I was lean and toned. I knew I’d once been considered pretty, even good-looking, but the last two years spent with Neil had gone a long way toward dispelling my previous confidence in my looks. If anything, I’d learned the hard way not to place too much value in a person’s exterior. It really was what was inside that counted.

The way Michael looked at me, the way his fingers grazed over my collarbone and skimmed my chest before gently squeezing my nipples, was hypnotic. I watched him carefully as he studied my torso with a light touch. He ran his hand along my sides and around to my back to trace my spine, but he kept coming back to my nipples. He rubbed, then tweaked them hard. I felt an automatic pull to my groin as my now painfully thick cock strained against my jeans for release.

I set my hands on my hips to push the fabric down, but Michael stopped
me.

“Lie down. Let me do it.”

I toed off my shoes and pulled back the duvet before lying back on the cool white sheets as instructed. Michael stood above me unbuttoning his shirt. I practically drooled at the sight of his bare chest. Now
that
was beautiful. Lovely, smooth olive skin and perfectly toned abs and muscled arms. I gulped and lifted my hips. I had to free my aching dick.

“No. That’s for me.” His tone was gruff and hungry.

“Hurry. Please. I’m about to combust over here.”

“Tsk tsk. So impatient. Come closer.”

I scooted down the bed and moaned as he bent over to caress my body before slipping his fingers under the elastic of my briefs, removing them and my jeans in one deft motion. I bent my knees to take off my socks and inadvertently gave him the view he’d been looking for.

“Holy fuck.” He swallowed hard, cupping his cock through his jeans like a porn star getting ready for his next act.

I scooted back to lie on one of the pillows and patted the space next to me. “C’mere.”

Michael licked at his lips as he made quick work of removing his own shoes and socks before slowing down to leisurely unbuckle and unzip his jeans. My right hand flew to my cock. I wiped the precum from my slit across the wide mushroom head and along the shaft to use as a natural lubricant. I gripped and stroked myself as I watched his striptease through hooded lids. He pushed his jeans over his ass and then sat on the bed before pushing them out of the way. I wanted to protest, but I figured it had something to do with his injured knee. So I shifted to my side still holding my dick as I waited for him to show himself to me.

My breath caught. He was beautiful, and big. He was longer and thicker than me. All the things I loved. But it was his coloring I loved the most. I reached out to touch his thick flesh to see the contrast in our skin. His darker skin against my golden tone. So pretty.

“You’re teasing me. Do that harder.”

I looked from his crotch to his eyes and smiled wickedly before reaching out to stroke him firmly with my right hand. He arched into my touch and closed his eyes. They sprang open wide when I bent to lick a line from the base of his cock to the tip.

“Fuck, that’s good.”

He tucked his left arm behind his head and used the other to guide my head down to where he wanted me. I squeezed his heavy cock and leaned in to really taste him. I breathed him in before I licked the length of his dick again. He smelled divine. Musky and manly. When I felt his hands on my head urging me on, I opened my mouth wider and swallowed as much of his girth as possible. I gently rolled his balls as I hollowed out my cheeks and sucked a little harder in an effort to give him what he was asking for. I heard him say something in Spanish before he yanked my head back, pulling me away from his dick.

“Slow down, baby. My turn.”

I nodded, too breathless to speak. Michael rolled to his side and ran his hands down my chest, along my sides, and then over my thighs. It was good, but not enough. I pulled at his hips, anxious for friction. Michael gave a lusty-sounding half laugh as he leaned over to lick my ear, nibbling at the lobe before tracing the shell with the tip of his tongue. I moaned and reached down to touch myself, but he was there first. He palmed my balls, gently kneading my sensitive flesh before moving on to my cock. I lifted my hips up to meet his touch, wanting much more than the light hold he currently had. Michael brushed his thumb over my slit, smoothing the precum over the head of my erect member. I felt him pull back for a second, but when he took hold of me again, it was to press our equally rigid cocks together. We gasped at the sublime sensation. Michael’s unyielding grasp on both of us had me reeling. I clutched at his ass, trying to pull him as close as possible as I bucked my hips into his fist. Our movement became more frenzied. I wrapped my leg around his in an effort to get closer still.

“Stop. I don’t wanna cum yet.” Michael rested his forehead against mine and licked his lips before kissing me. “I have to taste you.”

He traveled quickly down my body, kissing, licking, and biting all the way down. Then he stopped and shifted his weight so he was lying on his stomach between my thighs. He pushed at my knees until I got the message to bend them. I obeyed but instantly felt exposed and strangely modest with my cock and ass on full display. I started to sit up, but he shook his head and gave me a devilish grin before leaning over to swallow me whole. My hips shot up and my hands flew to his head. He sucked wildly while he played with my balls and nudged at my opening. The onslaught of sensation was too much. I pulled his hair hard so he’d let go of my cock before I exploded. I cried out and threw my head back as my orgasm claimed me, sending ropes of cum across my chest.

Michael immediately rose up to cover my body. He reached around to cup my ass as he ground his rigid shaft hard against my pelvis. He pumped his hips a couple of times before finally falling apart. Michael quaked in my arms as he rode out the aftershocks of his release. I held him close to me, relishing his weight on me. I loved the feeling of being anchored and yet floating.

“That was… wow.”

I grinned up at my handsome lover. He leaned up on his elbows staring at me for a moment before tenderly kissing me. When the need for oxygen made him pull back for air, he rolled over and lay flat on his back.

“I don’t think I can move.”

“We’re covered in cum. Which way to the bathroom?” I climbed over him and started for the door.

“Thataway.” He pointed to another door at the opposite end of the room.

“Be right back.”

I surveyed the ultra-modern bathroom with approval. The space was small for a master bath, but it was well designed with wide tile work in monochrome shades of gray and white. There wasn’t a tub, but the oversized shower could easily fit two grown men. I smiled at the thought as I searched for a washcloth.

Michael was in the same position I left him in when I returned. I set the warm cloth on his stomach and climbed back in the big bed to lie beside him.

“Want me to do that?” I picked up the cloth and sat up to clean him when he made no effort to do it himself.

He smiled lazily and muttered his thanks before turning on his side. We stared at each other for a moment. I wasn’t sure what either of us was looking for. Perhaps a clue about how to proceed now that we were lying naked in bed together. I didn’t know what came next, but for once I was going to let it slide.

“You hungry? We never did get anything to eat.”

“Sure. Want to order something or—”

“Do you like Mexican food? I mean authentic. Remember, I told you I have a freezer filled with enough to feed a huge family. I think there’s plenty for us to share if you’re interested.”

“That sounds awesome. I’m a terrible cook, but I can follow directions like a pro. Tell me what I can do.” I sat up and looked around for my clothes.

“There’s nothing much to do. Heat and eat. That’s my kind of cooking.” He stood slowly as if testing his knee before he made his way across the room to a large walk-in closet. I watched him step into a clean pair of briefs, thinking the guy could seriously be an underwear model.

“You never learned either, eh?”

“I never had a chance to learn. When I was growing up, the kitchen in our house was for women only. No men allowed. It never bothered me because my mother and sisters were great cooks. But these last couple of months mark the first time in my life I’ve ever had a minute to think it might be nice to know how to make something myself rather than order takeout. Again.” He threw a T-shirt at me. “Here, wear this. Underwear optional. No jeans.
Vamos
. I’m hungry, Lukey.”

“Wha—fine.” I wanted to argue I wasn’t going to sit around half-naked, but he was already moving toward the door, so I hurried to get my briefs on and toss the T-shirt over my head. “How can that be true? You’re thirty-three.”

“What difference does age make? You just said you can’t cook either. I’ve either eaten with my family, the team, restaurants, or takeout. By the way—” He gave me an appreciative once-over. “—you look exceptionally hot. Come this way.”

Hot? I looked down at the shirt I was wearing. It had a cartoon soccer ball with eyes, hands, and athletic shoes kicking another soccer ball. It was oversized on me and skimmed the top of my thighs. I looked like a geek, if you asked me. I shrugged and followed him into the kitchen.

“What do you want to drink? I have water, wine… um, and that’s it. I’d suggest water to replenish your fluids, but that’s your call.”

I giggled as I settled myself on one of the kitchen stools. “Can I have both?”

“Water and wine. That’s very Catholic. Why not? Red or white?”

“I don’t care. Surprise me. What are you making? Tamales?”

“Sí. It’s more accurate to ask what I’m warming up, though. These little fuckers take a while to heat. They’re kind of dense. I may have some chips and— Perfecto! Chips and some frozen salsa. I’ll heat that first.”

“Heated salsa? Sounds gross.” I wrinkled my nose.

“Trust me, you’ll love it. Okay, wine for Lukey. Let’s see… I’m going to choose a tempranillo to go with your tamale. ¿Bien?”

“Sí, señor.” I couldn’t help my wide grin. He looked so damn sexy in his snug plain black T-shirt and PJ bottoms as he puttered around the kitchen. “Hey! Why are you wearing pajamas and I’m still in my underwear?”

“Take them off, honey. I don’t mind.” He winked as he set the glass of wine at my elbow.

I snorted and idly drank my wine as I watched him fuss with the prepackaged food, heating one container after another. He set a bowl of chips down but put the salsa back in the freezer.