North Shore

by Santino Hassell

  Luis sucked in a deep breath. He just narrowed his eyes, upper lip curling just slightly, and pressed his dick into me in a slow invasion that sent every nerve ending alight. It burned, a white hot streak through my body, and I couldn’t help another pointed cry. I cringed, and he pulled out. His breath tore out of him so violently I felt bad for the obvious lack of readiness even after my filthy plea. But I appreciated the feel of his fingers spreading into me while covered in another large dollop of lube.

  He fingered me hard, three fingers stabbing into me and hooking up to brush my prostate. The veer between pain and pleasure was so abrupt that my body rebelled against me, twitching and jerking with each touch while my dick continued to throb. His painstaking patience was driving me wild, and by the time he slipped his fingers out of me I was in a daze. I’d fucked myself on his fingers so needily that dignity was out the window. I didn’t care. Especially when he was murmuring in Spanish while playing with my prostate, clearly enjoying the process of turning me out so thoroughly I’d have crawled across glass to impale myself on his cock.

  At long last he impatiently dragged me into a position that left him straddling one of my thighs while he lifted the other up with a tight grip on my ankle. It left me completely stretched open with his dick aimed right at my hole. It was so hungry for that thick intrusion that I didn’t clench up this time when he fucked his way inside. My body accepted him completely and tightened only when he began to obliterate the muscles clenching around him.

  It was everything I’d wanted from him. The pounding intensity, the feel of his deliciously talented hips relentlessly forcing that beautiful dick deep inside my body, and the way he swiveled them just enough to jam against my prostate. It was impossible to do anything but accept this brutal fucking, be humbled by it, and cling to the bedding as he flexed his hips in a way that made me want to shout.

  Luis’ grunts grew louder the harder he fucked me. I’d never heard his voice so high and agonized. Spanish words poured from his mouth as he defaulted back to his first language. “Si mi amor, cogelo. Este culo tan bello es mio.”

  The words translated and set me off like a firecracker. I was coming before I was ready, crying out into the night while he continued to saw in and out of me. Tremors took over my body, and they increased when Luis ripped out of me only to flip me onto my back. He jerked my legs up by the ankles, forcing me to lock them behind his neck, and lifted me off the bed in another casual show of power. He angled his hips and fucked into me again, holding me off the bed and slamming into my clenched ass repeatedly.

  The feeling of being weightless and suspended only by his bulging arms while he powered in and out of me was incredible. I’d just come, but I was crying out again. I never wanted it to end. I could die like this—filled to the core and stretched incredibly wide by a man who had managed to overtake my mind and body.

  Luis hips jolted hard once more before he cried out.

  I blinked through the sweat trickling into my eyes, and watched his face smooth as bliss swept over it. His mouth gaped and he swallowed hard, rocking in and out of me until his brows puckered. He let me down gently after he pulled out, treating me with care after his relentless fucking.

  Unable to stop watching him, I lay on my side as he shed and dumped the condom. I watched as he pressed his hand to the end table, eyes closed and breathing hard. He was trying to gather himself, I thought. To get himself together so he could face me. It was so fucking endearing that I grabbed his wrist and tugged him toward the bed.

  “You’re staying up here tonight.”

  Luis’ eyes opened, and that big smile crossed his face. The intense fuckbeast he’d been a moment ago slipped inside his muscular chest, and the teasing joker came out again. He dove onto the bed, causing it to bounce, and dragged me against his sweaty body.

  “That mean it worked?” He placed wet open-mouthed kisses along my face. “Yeah?”

  “It worked.” I rolled onto my back and took him with me, wanting the heavy weight of him pinning me to the mattress. “All I can think about is you.”

  North Shore - ch 16

  Chapter Sixteen

  Luis

  I woke up to the feel of lips on my neck, trailing down slowly to my chest. My head was so fuzzy from the sudden hard sleep I’d fallen into that it took a moment for me to realize I was in Charles’ amazingly squishy bed, and it was his mounds of wild cowlicks and curls dragging along my skin.

  “Mmm.” I put my hand on the back of his head. “Lower.”

  He sucked my nipple into his mouth, sparking a chain reaction of hot explosions that settled in my gut and hardened my dick. I felt him smile against me before slowly pulling away with one last flick of his tongue against my nipple.

  “I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

  I snorted. “I’m not a heavy sleeper. Any time you touch me, I’ll wake up.”

  “Then do you mind if I wake you up by sucking your dick?”

  My shoulders shook in silent laughter. “Why the hell would I mind that? The real question is whether you wondering about how to wake me up means we get to spend the night together on a regular basis?”

  Charles pressed his chin into my chest, looking up at me with those incredibly dark eyes. “Is that what you want?”

  I rolled my eyes, but couldn’t stop myself from burying a hand in his hair. “Okay, time out. I need clarification on some shit.”

  “If it’s about whether I enjoyed the way you fucked me?” Charles smiled, a slow dirty smile. “Yes. Very much. I don’t think I’ve had anyone in me that deep… ever. I woke up horny from the memory of it.”

  My dick perked up, and I didn’t hesitate to reach beneath the sheet to squeeze on it. We must have crashed soon after round one, but a long enough time had passed for my body to be raring to go again. It had to have been like an hour or two, but I only really needed twenty minutes. It was a personal goal of mine to take a day to spend riding him as many times as possible. He had the kind of body I needed to claim repeatedly, just to make sure he knew it now belonged to me.

  “I know my dick is mad huge,” I said, cuffing his chin lightly. “So nah, that wasn’t the question.”

  “Ugh.” Charles rolled over onto his back. “I can’t even distract you with flattery, you smug asshole.”

  “Definitely not. There’s not much that can distract me from what I want, and what I want now is for us to have real talk.” I watched him watch the spinning ceiling fan, then shifted so I could straddle him. I was still hard, so my dick poked up through the sheets, but I ignored it. “You said some things that had me wondering, and I want you to explain them.”

  Charles’ cheek clenched. The first sign of irritation or defensiveness. But instead of snapping at me or defaulting to sarcasm, he arched an eyebrow. “Okay?”

  “First—you keep saying you’re grateful for me. Or you keep thanking me. But for what?”

  Even in a room only lit by moonlight, I could see him go ruddy. “Because,” he said. “I’m an angry, ragey, sometimes irrational asshole who was shitty to you over something that wasn’t your fault. And you stuck it out and put up with me long enough to get to know me.” Charles snuck a quick glance at me. “And because of all that, I’m thinking about dancing again in front of an audience in way that… matters to me, for the first time in years. That wouldn’t be possible without you, Luis. You fucking know it. And that’s why Landon inserting his bummy self into our moment just… It just…”

  “Made you want to slash and burn everything on the north shore?”

  Charles’ mouth twitched. “Yes. Pretty much.”

  “All right.” I nodded, watching him from beneath my lashes and trying to stop myself from kissing all of his anger and self-doubt and frustration away. Mushy stuff later. We were laying the cards out first. “My turn to respond to item number one—”

  “Oh my God, you’re so weird.

  “Uh-huh. The weird neighbor.” I flicked his nose. “First off, I wasn’t doing
you some huge favor by being persistent. I already told you I felt that we had an instant connection even if you kept fighting it. I wanted to get to know you because of that, but also because you’re talented and fly and funny and have a big culo.”

  Charles released a startled laugh. “You’re such a top.”

  “Fuck yeah, I am.” I bit my lip and leaned forward to drag my dick against his belly. “But more importantly—do you believe me when I say all that? Or do you think I’m just saying it to get my way with you?”

  “No.” It left Charles’ mouth so fast, even he looked surprised. “I believe everything you say when you say it. You’re the most honest person I’ve met, Luis.”

  “Mmm.” Unable to resist, I leaned down to kiss him. Our tongues slid together briefly, and his hands came up to grip my waist. “I love it when you say my name.”

  He moaned against my lips, shifting his hips restlessly. “What’s your full name?”

  “Luis Wilberto Ramos.”

  “Wilberto?” Charles grinned against me. “Cute.”

  “Shut the fuck up.” I softened my growl with another long kiss. “I already know your last name, Mr. Jovanovic. What’s your middle name?”

  “No middle name. Sorry to disappoint.”

  “Unfair.” I sat up again. “But let’s get back to item number two—in the cab you said you wanted more with me. What did that mean?”

  “Oh dear God, he remembered every word.” Charles threw out his arms out dramatically. “What does it sound like?”

  “It sounds like you wanna be my man. Is that what it means?” Charles pressed his lips together. I rocked against him again. “I’m serious. Just tell me what it means. I don’t do vague.”

  “Well I don’t do causal,” he grumbled. “I’ve never done causal, even as a teenager. Every relationship I had was intense and I focused all of my being on that other person, etcetera. So, unsurprisingly, I caught feelings for you pretty fast.”

  “Hey, it’s been like two months. Not that fast.” I tried to school my face into a serious expression, but I couldn’t help the grin wanting to take over. I’d been in relationships before even if none of them had been very serious, but nothing had compared to this feeling of satisfaction at Charles confessing he wanted me. “So, you know I like you a lot, right? Like even when your ass was throwing coffee at me? It’s not news. So, can we just say we’re dating?”

  “What are you gonna do, run to change your status on Facebook?” Charles ask scornfully even as he smiled. “Because I want no part of that.”

  “I’d settle for you just telling me you’re my boyfriend without being a smartass.”

  “Oh.” Charles cringed. “Sorry, I’m bad at this.”

  “What, like, being nice?”

  “Yes. Confessing my feelings and trying to have deep talks about the future of relationships historically has not panned out for me.” Charles blew out a breath and returned his hands to my sides. “I want to date you. I want you to be my boyfriend.”

  “Bet.” I leaned down for another kiss, lazier and wetter this time. We were grinding together slowly when I pulled away, my dick sliding precum all over his tight stomach. I was so ready for round two. “One more question, lindo. Then I need to fuck you again.”

  Charles bucked his hips up then proceeded to position himself so his long legs were thrown over mine and spread open. Wide. “How do you need it?”

  “I need you to ride this,” I rumbled, grabbing my dick and tapping it at his hole. “But not until we finish talking. And not until you calm down from how pissed this next thing might get you.”

  Charles collapsed against the bed like his strings had been cut. “What now?”

  I searched his face, those sparking eyes and pursed lips, all evidence of his quick temper and short fuse. How much did I want to potentially piss him off versus how badly did I want to feel him riding my cock? In the long run, answers were more important.

  “Look, I’m only asking you all this shit because I really like you, baby. I want us to be good together for a mad long time. For you to dance in the troupe, and for us to practice together, for you to meet my moms, and for you to fucking trust me. Right? But first that means I have to figure out what it looks like when you trust someone.”

  “I don’t trust any—”

  I shushed him with a finger to his lips, closed my eyes, and prayed to Jesus for some patience. “That’s not true, okay? And if I’m your boyfriend, and you don’t trust me, that’s a problem. It basically means boyfriend translates to you riding my hog and us hanging out, but we can be friends-with-benefits without the official title if that’s all you want.”

  For a moment, Charles gave me that same furrow browed annoyed look he used to give me whenever I showed my face on the block. But then his face cleared, and he let his eyes slide shut. “I don’t do casual. I go in when I like someone. All the way.”

  “Me too, so please tell me how we can make this work so your first instinct isn’t to kick me out or tell me to fuck off when you get upset.”

  “Luis…”

  “No, I’m serious.” I ran my fingers down the side of his face, tracing his nose and lips. “You said Landon’s note was just him demanding the rest of his stuff? Okay, but the way you acted had me thinking it was a threat. I was ready to call my boys and go find that piece of shit. Or call the cops, if you wanted to play it that way. You freaked me out, then told me to leave.”

  Charles’ eyes snapped open and widened, horror washing over him. “Oh, God, I didn’t even… I’m sorry. I just get so angry that I want to hide before anyone can see how emotional I’m getting. I just hate… people seeing me that way.”

  “But I’m not people.”

  “I know, but that doesn’t change my need in that moment to be alone. To isolate myself until I can—I can just deal.” Charles balled his hands into fists and closed his eyes for a moment. “I need you to understand that, Luis. I need you to understand that sometimes I just need some time to remember how to breathe.”

  I opened my mouth to tell him that I could help him remember, that I could be there for him when he thought he wanted to be alone, but I closed it. How could I tell him not to look for an escape when he felt overwhelmed, when I’d been hiding and escaping my problems in the Bronx for months? My own parents had been offering to help me all that time, and I’d demanded they let me deal with it my own way.

  “I get it,” I said. “And I’m not trying to act like I’m the solution to all your problems. Or that I know how to fix them even if you wanted to.”

  The relief that crossed Charles’ face told me all I needed to know about his desire to have me swan in and shut down his coping methods. “I appreciate you saying that. You honestly have no idea how many people think they can do plug-and-play therapy with dicks.”

  My mouth twitched, but I swallowed the laugh. “Nah, that’s not why I’m here just like you’re not here to force me to go back to the Bronx. But… I’m your man now. Right? So, if you need to be alone, I get it, but please let me know what’s up so I don’t panic and assume the worst. I am all about giving you your space, but there’s a difference between that and just being shut out in the dark so that I’m reminded that I’m only the weird dude who lives under you.”

  Charles was looking at me like I was a fucking unicorn charging out of a magical forest by then, but there was fondness in his expression too. He’d started sliding his hands up and down my sides, a soft smile forming on his face. “I like how straight forward you are, so I’ll be straight forward too. About what I need.”

  Relief blossomed in my chest. He wasn’t mad. He was listening. We were talking. No beverages were thrown or shivs whipped out. I wanted to shout hallelujah right before sucking his dick. Instead, I asked, “What do you need from me, gorgeous?”

  Charles exhaled slowly and made a face like he thought his own request was ridiculous. “I need you to keep doing what you’re doing. Calling me out. Pointing out when I’m being guar
ded and paranoid. You have to understand—this shit is deep in me now after so many years of being with Landon. My trust is… I mean, I was blind with jealous bitchiness after watching you dance with Gabe. I didn’t want him touching you. I created this whole paranoid thing in my head where you treated him the way you treat me—and no, don’t make that face,” he said when I frowned. “Because I know it’s not true. But it’s… my self-esteem. Which is kicked in and stomped down and dusty. Okay?”

  I almost mentioned how badly I wanted to kill Landon all over again, but only nodded. “What else?”

  “Just don’t change after a few months.” His voice was lower when he said it, and the vulnerability twisted my guts. “It always happens to me. I trust someone, I fall in love with someone, and they change on me. And then I’m caught out there all devoted and stupid and desperate for it to work while the person I want is… checked out.”

  “That would never happen,” I said fiercely. “I swear to God, Jesus, my mother, and Daddy Yankee.”

  Charles burst out laughing. He reached up to embrace me, squeezing tight and kissing the side of my neck. “God, you really did bring me back to life, Luis. That’s why I’m so glad to have met you. I felt like I was going to be in that depressed dark place forever, and you revived me with this fucking… nonstop laughing. Every time I think of you, I smile.”

  “Can it be that way forever?” I asked, kissing him back. “Me being dumb, you laughing, us dancing, and maybe someday you going in with me on renting a studio that I can use for personal training, and you can use for like… dance lessons, while we do Man-dated Attraction on the side?”

  Charles jerked back, eyes going wide. “Oh my God. What?”

  “Am I jumping the boyfriend gun?”

  He thwacked my arm. “No, that is brilliant. Even if I didn’t want to kiss your face constantly, that would be brilliant. Romantic stuff aside, we could create a contract to share a space and make that work. And I—” Charles stumbled over his words and shook his head. “That’s something I’d… actually want to do. And I know a lot of people who can help us with setting up businesses and the legalities.”