Papi (3 page)

“Do you want me to get myself ready?” Jesse asked, his voice muffled slightly by the pillow. Kyle stilled, considering the question.

“No, I want to do it,” he said after a moment, dropping the condoms onto Jesse’s lower back and moving up to spread the kid’s legs wide with his knees. Kyle ran a hand gently up the younger man’s leg and over his ass, feeling the soft skin. God, he looked so fucking hot lying there spread open, waiting to be pounded into the bed. Kyle’s cock throbbed in anticipation as he ripped open the lube. He coated the first two fingers of his right hand with a thin layer of lube and used his left to spread the kid’s ass. The tiny brown hole, exposed and vulnerable, clenched as Jesse tensed. Kyle forged ahead, rubbing a small circle around the entrance, watching in fascination as the sparse hair became matted with lube and the wrinkled skin glistened.

Jesse began to move his hips almost indiscernibly as the tip of Kyle’s finger penetrated him. It was as if he were expending great effort not to grind his cock down into the bed. Kyle took his left hand off the boy’s ass and moved it to his own neglected dick. As he stroked, he pushed his finger in and out of the boy, going deeper each time. He began to stretch the muscle with his finger. It was tighter than he would have expected, but of course, what did he know? Jesse’s squirming became more pronounced and a low groan was muffled.

“You like that?” Kyle asked with a smirk, pumping his finger in and out of the boy until it ran across a small bump that made him cry out. He waited until Jesse stilled, and sought the spot again, rubbing gently.

“
Ai, papi, alli
…there, right there,” Jesse begged.

T
HE
pleasure of the touch was so intense that it took Jesse completely by surprise. In all the time he’d been fucked by guys for money, none had ever taken the time to explore him like that. Usually they barely gave him time to lube himself up before they drove in, making him grit his teeth against the pain. He would try to breathe through it, waiting for the guy to get it over with. Sometimes he was able to come without thinking about banging a chick, but not often. But the way Kyle was touching him felt so good.

Unable to stop himself, Jesse spread his legs farther, increasing the pressure of his cock against the bed. Sweat beaded between his shoulder blades as he gave up the fight against grinding into the bed. He didn’t care what the guy thought as he chased that pleasure, small whimpers escaping as he rubbed against the blanket. He couldn’t stand it; he wanted to reach down and jack himself off but didn’t think the guy would go for that. He was paying to get his pleasure, not let the little
puto
get his.

It wasn’t long before he felt another finger enter him, easing him open further. As he did so, Kyle continued to touch that spot inside of him every few strokes. Jesse’s cock was getting raw from rubbing against the blanket, and as surprised as he was to think about it, he wanted Kyle to fuck him. At least then, he could get himself off.

“
Por favor
,” he whimpered. “Please.”

Jesse heard a low breathless chuckle from behind him and the fingers disappeared. Pulling his knees up and lifting off the bed, he rested on his knees and elbows, leaving his legs on either side of Kyle’s. He heard the other man getting ready behind him, but stayed where he was and waited. Another minute passed and Jesse could feel the cool air of the room against the wet lube as he stayed in position, wanton and exposed. For the first time, he felt like the whore he was, silently begging to be fucked by the stranger.

The blunt tip of the older man’s cock pressed against his ass and he didn’t even flinch. The burn was almost welcome as his tiny entrance stretched to accommodate Kyle’s cock. It felt bigger than it had in his mouth. Fisting the bedspread beneath his fingers, he held on as he was stretched further, finally feeling Kyle’s hips against his ass as the man bottomed out.

“
¡Dios mio!
” Jesse moaned and felt strong hands grab his hips as the other man pulled back and then drove in again. The thrust felt almost experimental, and Jesse realized as the pleasure zinged through his groin that Kyle was looking for that spot again, only with his dick. Jesse raised his ass in offering, arching his back, and only barely stopped the purr that would have come as if he were a cat in heat. He wanted it, if for no other reason than to think about it later when he was trying to get hard again for another john.

The cock slammed into him again, only as it went, it sawed over that spot, making his breath rush out in a pathetic gasp before the man began fucking him in earnest. The slapping of Kyle’s hips against his ass almost drowned out their desperate, needy sounds. He pushed back, locking his stance against the force of the thrusts. The initial pain faded as the heat filled him. Jesse felt Kyle lean forward over his back and plant his left hand on the bed as the right came around to grasp Jesse’s cock. He got a mental flash of two dogs rutting in the street before the slick hand began to stroke him.

“
Eso se siete bien,
” Jesse panted as he struggled to keep on his knees from the force of the body pounding into him. It wasn’t an act, or even an exaggeration, because it
did
feel good. Still grasping the blanket in front of him, he held on for the ride. Everything farther than the bed was shut out of his mind; all he could hear was the slapping of skin and the harsh panting breaths in his ear. He could smell Kyle’s scent, some kind of body wash mingled with sex and sweat.

Without warning, Kyle released Jesse’s cock and wrapped both arms around him, pulling him up and back against his chest. Surprised, Jesse turned to look at the older man. As he did, Kyle caught Jesse in a deep kiss that took his breath away. It had been years since he’d kissed anyone, and he’d never been kissed by another guy. The act was too intimate, too personal for him to normally allow in the course of business. The fact that Kyle had done it without so much as a protest from Jesse spoke to how fucking badly his world had been rocked by the pleasure that had overpowered his most basic beliefs about himself.

Even as his mouth explored Jesse’s, Kyle continued to knife his hips forward. The rhythm had slowed a bit, to more gentle thrusts.

“
Papi, mas fuerte
,” Jesse begged. He didn’t want to think about how the kiss had made him feel, he just wanted to be fucked harder so that they could both come. Kyle understood either the words or the tone, because he pushed Jesse down roughly, his face against the blanket, and grabbed both of his hips.

“Make yourself come, I want to feel it,” Kyle growled as he pulled Jesse back with each thrust, taking him so deep and so hard that Jesse thought he felt him poking his stomach. Reaching down, Jesse grabbed his own cock and stroked it hard, twisting a little at the head, trying to bring that rush of pleasure he knew would come soon.

Over and over Kyle pumped into him, and Jesse felt his cock throb, his balls tightened, and he knew he was fucking close.

“
¡Ya vengo!
” he cried as his body locked and semen pulsed from his rigid cock onto the blanket beneath him, coating his hand and making it slide faster against his skin. He heard Kyle curse as his thrusts sped up. Jesse tightened the muscles inside of him, trying to make the older man finish. Kyle had made him feel so damn good, he wanted to return the favor. Jesse might even give the guy a discount if he could get him as a regular client.

Kyle pushed into him, his movements becoming jerky as he cried out. Jesse felt him shudder as he was pulled flush against Kyle’s hips and held there. He knew that his ass was being filled with semen, well, inside the condom anyway, and he pressed his face into the pillow waiting for Kyle to finish. Jesse felt drained and knew that Kyle was his last trick of the night, because after that, he really needed to sleep. With any luck, the little prick downstairs would be taking a leak when he dropped the key and left.

“Fuck, that was good,” Kyle moaned as he kissed the back of Jesse’s shoulder and slowly withdrew from the younger man’s body. Falling carefully to the side, he stretched out and started to catch his breath. Jesse turned onto his side to face Kyle, trying to decide how to ask him if he wanted to make their business transaction a regular thing. Before he could ask, Kyle turned to look at him with a sad smile. Jesse felt confused by the look until Kyle spoke.

“Oh, and by the way—you’re under arrest.”

About the Author

Erotic fiction is more than just moans, grunts, and physical pleasure. To
J.P. B
ARNABY
, erotic fiction consists not only of the mechanics of physical love, but the complex characters and relationships that lead to those all-encompassing feelings of need and longing. Sex without context is merely sex—but sex coupled with attraction, with explosive repercussions—that is good erotic fiction. J.P. authors all different kinds of erotic fiction including gay, straight, male, female, BDSM, sweet, romantic, and dark.

As a bisexual woman, J.P. is a proud member of the GLBT community both online and in her small town on the outskirts of Chicago. A member of Mensa, she is described as brilliant but troubled, sweet but introverted, and talented but deviant. She spends her days writing software and her nights writing erotica, which is, of course, far more interesting. The spare time that she carves out between her career and her novels is spent reading about the concept of love, which, like some of her characters, she has never quite figured out for herself.

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Copyright

Papi ©Copyright J.P. Barnaby, 2011

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Cover photo credit: Kent Taylor Photography (Both images copyrighted 2011)

Cover model: Parker Perry

Cover Artist: AngstyG.com

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Released in the United States of America

August 2011

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