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Page 46 of A Treasure To Keep

As we walk out, our bouncer quickly stands up straight instead of leaning against the wall when he notices my presence. I laugh while I pat him on the back, get into my truck with Andrea, and drive away.

When I park at El and Andrea’s apartment, I get out, not listening to Andrea’s argument when I get to their apartment.

“What are you doing, Marco? I don’t need a babysitter. I only had one drink.”

I grab him by the throat, slamming him against the door. His pupils enlarge until I can only see the small sliver of his chocolate-colored eyes. “I know you don’t need a babysitter, but I need you. Now unlock the fucking door, get to your bedroom, and be naked on your knees by the time I get in there. You have sixty seconds from the time that door opens.”

“But El—”

“Isn’t here. I’m not stupid. I am here and I’ve decided I’m in the mood to fuck. Now, are you going to unlock the door, or should I bust it down?”

Andrea reaches his arm behind him, struggling to find the lock. I let go of his throat, giving him the freedom to turn around and unlock the door. He walks in, heading down the hallway that leads to his bedroom, while I wait sixty seconds for him to get undressed.

When the sixty seconds are up, I quickly close the door, easily able to hear the click of the deadbolt in the quiet apartment.

I make my way to the bedroom, noticing it’s cracked, and push it open. Andrea is kneeling in front of the bed and I can see the shadow of his hard cock with pre-cum about to drop to the floor. I walk over to him and grab his hair, yanking his head back as his eyes bore into mine.

“Aren’t you just a needy little boy? Your hard cock leaking everywhere, desperate for me. Show me what you want from me.”

I let go of Andrea’s head, and he turns his body around, placing his hands on my belt. He lusts up at me while the sound of him undoing my pants fills the room. The second he gets my jeans unbuttoned, my cock springs out, desperate and hard as fucking stone. He doesn’t waste any time when he grasps me with one hand, fondling my balls with the other. My body shivers when he licks my slit, and I almost lose it when he plunges my dick down his throat. He pauses when his nose is pressed against my pubic bone.

“Fuck, I love how my dick slides smoothly down your throat.” I hold his head still as I thrust in and out of his mouth. While he doesn’t gag, tears fill the bottom line of his eyes. I close my eyes, relishing in the pleasure. I’m disappointed when his hand moves from my balls and moves farther back until I notice the pressurefrom his finger back where it shouldn’t be. I rapidly pull out of his mouth, jumping back as I clench.

“Woah! What the fuck are you doing?” Andrea sits back on his knees, exasperated, as he rolls his eyes. Maybe he and El have more in common than I thought.

“Marco. Trust me. I know what I’m doing. I promise I’ll make it good for you.” Hesitantly, I walk back over to him and he instantly sucks his middle finger before taking me back into his mouth. My eyes widen, and I’m hyperaware of what’s going on when his hand moves back to where it was and presses, you know, back there. I take the advice I’ve given women in the past and press against him as he presses in, oddly enjoying the pressure. When his finger is fully pressed in, he curls it, and my hips unintentionally thrust. What the fuck?

I continue to face fucking him as he continues to curl his finger, caught off guard by the sensation. I’m snapped into reality when my balls draw up, and I pull Andrea off me, causing his finger to pull out of me.

Andrea furrows his brows, and his eyes narrow, his hands now behind him from when he caught himself when I threw him off me. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah. I’m not ready to come yet. What the fuck did you do?” And how has it taken almost thirty years for someone to do this to me?

“I manipulated your prostate. You were about to come.” Andrea says matter-of-factly.

“And I said I’m not ready to come yet. When I do that, I’ll be coming in that tight ass of yours. Now, remind me where you keep your lube.” Andrea stands, walking over to his bedside table, and opens the drawer. He tosses the bottle of lube in my direction, and I grab it with one hand, popping the top as I walk over to the foot of the bed.

“Come over here, Lover Boy. Bend over the bed.”

The second he bends over the bed, I cover us both with lube. Where it matters, that is. The second I press the head of my dick against his hole, he presses back, suddenly inhaling deeply as he adapts to the intrusion. When his shoulders relax, I take it as a sign to continue pressing into him.

I finish pushing myself inside of him, grabbing onto each side of the bed as we settle into the sensation of each other. I grip the sheets tightly as I thrust into him, both of us moaning. I stand up straight, noticing how he stretches around me.

“Fuck, you take me so well. Touch yourself, Andrea. Milk your cock. Show me how needy you are when I’m ramming my dick inside you.” Andrea groans and pushes back slightly, giving himself enough space to reach down and grasp his cock. He matches my thrusts when he jerks his cock with his hand.

We fuck in silence with our moans and heavy pants radiating through the room until Andrea cuts in, saying something in French.

“Je suis sur le point de venir.” I don’t get the chance to ask him what he said when his cum spurts from his dick, dripping onto the floor. Seeing his cum on the floor surprisingly causes my own as I empty myself inside of him.

I pull out of him, watching my cum drip out of him before he stands, turning around to face me.

“I don’t know what to say.” Other than the blowjob in the dressing room, Andrea and I have never fucked alone. What do I do now?

“You don’t have to say anything. You’re more than welcome to stay if you want. I don’t blame you if you head back home.” While his words say one thing, his lack of eye contact says he wants me to stay.

“Let’s at least have a drink before deciding that.”

Andrea and I both throw on our pants, and I pop open a bottle of wine for the two of us. I have to say, French wine isn’t too bad.

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