Page 50 of Disarm
Miguel groans, “Shit,” his body tensing as he follows me, his cock swelling inside me, filling me with his release. I collapse on top of him, his breath ragged, my heart pounding against my chest.
“Fuck, Caleb,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “That was...fuck.”
I chuckle, a weak, sated sound. “Yeah, it was.”
He pulls out slowly, making me hiss at the sensation. He rolls me off, then pulls me into his arms, my back to his front. His cum starts to leak out and I’m sure he can feel it. “We can’t havethat now, can we?” He mumbles into the crook of my neck. Then, without hesitation, Miguel gathers the cum and pushes it back inside me.
Fuck, that’s so hot.
Then he eases the tip of his cock, still semi-hard, inside me. I let out a shaky exhale at the sensation of being filled again.
“You okay, baby?” He asks, his voice soft. He doesn’t move his hips, he just keeps still.
I nod, a small smile playing on my lips. “Yep. Being on top wasn’t as bad as my head was making it out to be. You should try it sometime. It was actually really intense and... hot.”
Miguel chuckles softly, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my back. “Is that so? I’m glad you enjoyed it. You were amazing, you know. So confident and in control.”
I feel a blush creeping up my neck, and I nestle closer to him, my head resting back on his chest. “Would you ever?” I ask timidly.We’ve never really talked about the dynamics of our relationship.
“Ever what? Bottom?”
I mumble an, “Mmhm.”
“Of course I would, Caleb. For you, I’d do anything. But right now, I think you need a break. Between the game and what just happened… How about some sleep, then a shower in the morning?”
I pout, but I can’t deny the warmth spreading through me at his words. The exhaustion hits and I yawn. “Okay… maybe you’re right. Shower sex in the morning before I have to get back on the bus?”
He laughs, a low, rumbling sound that vibrates through his chest and into mine. “Anything you want, baby.”
We lay there for a while, our breaths syncing, our bodies cooling off, all while his cock stayed inside me. I can feel hisfingers tracing lazy patterns on my stomach, his touch light, almost reverent.
“Miguel?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Hmm?” he hums, his lips pressing a kiss to the back of my neck.
“Do you really think I’m beautiful?” Remembering the words he spoke in Spanish.
He pulls back slightly, and I turn so our eyes meet. “Caleb, you are the most beautiful thing in my life. Don’t you know that? I love you,hermoso.”
Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, and I blink them away. “I love you too, Miguel. So much it hurts sometimes.”
He smiles, a soft, sweet smile that makes my heart ache. “I know, baby. I know.”
Miguel pulls me closer, his arms wrapping around me, holding me tight. And in that moment, with his breath on my neck, I know that he’s my home.
That I’m safe with him.
Safe.
And that’s all I’ve ever wanted in life is to feel safe.
FOURTEEN
MIGUEL
Gray morning leaks through the curtains, washing over the hotel room in slow ripples. Caleb’s still asleep beside me, curled into the sheets, the curve of his bare shoulder just visible in the half-light. He looks so peaceful when he sleeps, his mouth slack, lashes resting against flushed skin.
I prop myself on one elbow and just watch him for a moment, there’s a faint bruise on the side of his neck—mine—and the sight of it makes me smile. A reminder that last night was real. That we made it through the fire, the noise, and the chaos and ended up here.
