Page 123 of Embriagado

“Just shut up and come over here.”

Taking my shirt off, I tossed it on the floor before walking over to the bed and sitting beside him. He smelled good, even more so than usual, and my mouth watered just from looking at him.

“You’re so sexy,” I whispered, placing my hand next to his and slowly leaning closer. My heart was beating like crazy, my dick already hard just from being in the same room as him.

“Yeah, yeah,” he murmured when I brought my lips to his neck and began kissing him.

His skin was soft, like velvet, and wanting to feel more, I slipped my hand under his robe, slowly caressing his chest. His body was amazing, clean-cut muscles with perfect definition. He was so elegant and smooth, and I couldn’t wait to fuck him.

I grabbed his pec, giving it a little squeeze while still kissing his neck. He didn’t react to it, which was good because I half expected him to punch me. Feeling confident and still with my mouth on his neck, I pushed him down on the mattress and moved above him.

At last, he was beneath me like I’d imagined so many times before, and the sight didn’t disappoint. Spread on the mattress, his hair a mess and his chest on full display, his pink nipples there for me to admire, I bit on my bottom lip. He was so damn fine, and my cock already throbbed in the fancy slacks he’d gotten me. Hungry, I ducked down and began kissing him, slowly dragging my lips down his body while my hand fumbled with his robe’s belt. Parting my lips, I closed them around his right nipple and began sucking on it, flicking my thumb over the other one. I thought it would make him react, but he didn’t so much as let out a single sound. Glancing up, I saw he wasn’t even looking at me; instead, his head was tilted to the side while he stared at the wall. A jolt of annoyance shot through me, but quickly brushing it off, I went up to kiss his neck again. Not wanting to scare him off or something, I did my best to hold back and be gentle, trying to make him feel good by kissing and touching him in places I thought he’d like. But no matter how much I tried, he just lay there, limbs numb and body still. His lack of involvement was more of a rejection than anything, and slowly, the feeling of discomfort grew in my gut until I couldn’t take it anymore, and I backed off.

“Finished already?” he mockingly asked from behind me.

“Fuck off.”

“I was only teasing.” He chuckled, but not finding it amusing, I bent to pick up my shirt. “Hey, where are you going?”

“Home.”

“Home? Didn’t you want to have sex?”

“I’m not going to fuck a fucking corpse.”

He clicked his tongue.

Fuck. It drives me nuts when he does that.

“Just come back here.”

“Nah. Not in the mood.”

Bet he’s rolling his eyes at me now, too.

“Stop acting like a baby, and come back.”

“Why?” I turned to face him, jaw tense. “So you can just lie there and do nothing?”

“Did it occur to you that you might just suck in bed?”

Bitterness clawed at my insides, and I fisted my hands.

“I’m out of here.” I clutched the door handle⁠—

“I’ll suck your cock,” he said, making me stop in my tracks.

“Huh?” I turned to glance at him, only to be met with his fierce eyes.

“Sit on the bed.”

“Ariyan—”

“Just sit down and take out your cock.”

I was still angry, mostly humiliated, but the thought of having his lips wrapped around my dick made me sit faster than I could fully process the thought.

“Are you sure about this?” I asked when he got up from the bed and stood in front of me.