Kid startles. “Not my ass!” He squirms, but continues to hold tight to the ring over his head all on his own. He swallows several times, panting. “Just…um…suckmydickandletmecome,” he says in a rush. “Please?”
Felipe throws his head back and laughs. It makes Celia’s heart feel like it’s going to burst from joy. “Come on, boy. You can do a little better,” Felipe croons.
Kid smiles, tries to hide it, and can’t. “F-Felipe,” he tries again, “will you please suck my cock? I…I want you to…taste it…swallow my come…the way you make me.”
Celia has to put a hand on Kid’s shoulder to brace her as she comes. Felipe’s arm comes out from behind Kid to hold her close. She pushes her tongue into Kid’s mouth and savors his submission until her orgasm passes and she can stand without assistance.
“Good boy,” Felipe praises.
Celia takes up the paddle as Felipe circles Kid’s dangling, stretched body and settles on the floor, his own cock in hand.
“Oh, God,” Kid says. He shivers and Celia lets the paddle drive his hips forward, where Felipe is waiting to receive his reward for being a patient man.
Both men groan with pleasure the moment Kid’s cock is sucked inside Felipe’s mouth. Much to Celia’s surprise, Kid’s eyes are glued to Felipe’s, watching his pink flesh disappear into the older man’s willing, rapacious mouth. “Mmm…mmm…mmm.” Kid fucks his master’s mouth in time with his moans and Celia’s paddle.
Celia beats her boy at an angle so she can watch the entire spectacle. Her own wetness runs down her naked thighs as she watches Felipe suck Kid’s cock and stroke himself to orgasm. Her master looses a keening whimper of his own just before he paints Kid’s left foot with come.
“I’m coming!” Kid warns and thrusts hard into Felipe’s mouth, where his master is waiting to swallow every drop.
After several seconds, Felipe pulls away and says through panting breaths, “You’re delicious, baby boy, just as I imagined.” He kisses Kid’s softening cock. “Let go.”
Kid releases the ring and collapses into their waiting arms.
***
“Celia?” Kid inquires once they’re alone in Celia’s bed; she’s already accustomed to his warm weight on her chest at night and hopes he’ll never get his own room.
“Yes, Kid?”
“Will we ever be free?”
Celia hugs him tight. “I don’t want to be free.”
Kid nods. “You love him.”
“I do.” Celia kisses and strokes his hair just the way he likes.
Kid sighs. “He loves you too.” Her young lover’s fingers tap anxiously against her belly. He clears his throat. “Do you think you’ll ever…love me?”
Celia tilts his chin up. She smiles, kisses his lips. “I do,” she whispers. She watches his eyes as he processes this information; he wants to ask if she’s implying she loves him already, or is open to loving him in the future. She witnesses the moment he loses his courage.
In the end, the boy only says, “Thank you.”
Celia kisses him, savors him.
54. Kid/Felipe
The second to last thing Kid wants is to wake Felipe and stare into his pompous face as he realizes how unrested Kid is from sleeping alone and on the floor. Kid’s distaste for having to suffer his master’s smug satisfaction is second only to Kid’s burgeoning proclivity to give in to the older man and willingly climb into the bed. Luckily, his need to make a decision is interrupted by the distinct sound of someone punching the security code into the door. “Jefe,” Reynaldo, Felipe’s head of security, hisses into the darkness.
“Que es lo que pasa, ahorra?” Felipe grumbles. He sits up, handgun at the ready. “Come here, Kid,” he says offhandedly and pats the bed before returning to his conversation with Reynaldo. If he is surprised by Kid’s immediate compliance, he gives nothing away, just places a firm hand on his exposed shoulder and swirls his thumb.
“Sir, I thought you might like to know Celia is in Mr. Caleb’s room. Do you have any orders?” He stands patiently in the dimly lit hallway.
Felipe’s hand prevents Kid from leaving the bed. The boys Spanish has improved dramatically and is usually something for which he is praised…unless he’s being an inquisitive little scamp. “Easy, boy, Celia already has a protector.”
“But Felipe!” he decries in a mangled accent before lowering his voice. “That guy…he’s…he…” He cut off Tiny’s head with a hunting knife.