Page 71 of Switch Hitter

Emiliano lands on his back with a surprised grunt, then grins like he’s proud.

“Someone wants to play rough,” he says, breathless. “You gonna fuck me, baby?”

I straddle him, hands on his chest, hair messy, heart pounding.

“You wanted me to stop running,” I pant. “Fine.”

“Fuck, yeah.” He groans. “Dame lo que quiero, nene.”

I lean down and bite his lip, hard enough to make him hiss.

“It’s my turn to fuck you, baby.”

He laughs, breath catching. “Okay, okay… your turn, pretty boy.”

“Cobre,” I correct, smug despite myself.

Emiliano’s eyes widen slightly, pleased. “Oh? You like it now?”

I roll my eyes. “Don’t ruin the moment.”

He smirks. “I don’t make promises I can’t keep.”

I slide off him and push him onto his side, guiding him where I want him. Emiliano goes willingly because he’s not scared of being wanted.

He’s been waiting for it.

My hands grip his hips and pull him back toward me, positioning him the way I want. I coat my dick with the lube, then his ass, slowly teasing him so he relaxes for me. He glances over his shoulder, eyes dark.

“You sure?” he asks, his voice rough.

The question hits like warmth.

I swallow. “Yes.”

Emiliano nods once. “Okay. Then fuck me, hermoso.”

Heat flashes through me so hard it makes my hands shake.

“Shut up,” I mutter, but it’s not real. It’s just… us.

He wiggles his hips slightly. Teasing me.

“C’mon,” he murmurs. “Show me you can take control without panicking.”

I growl and smack his ass, and it makes him laugh.

“That all you got?” he taunts.

“Guess that wasn’t hard enough,” I fire back.

Emiliano’s laugh turns into a low moan when my hand slides between his thighs, slicking him up carefully. He’s warm, already open, and already receptive in a way that makes my chest ache.

He’s not ashamed.

He’s not afraid.

He’s just… here.