Page 39 of Bazooka

“Stop humping that cushion, Luz!” I growled, slapping his ass. “What did I say about disobeying me?”

“Obey you?” he gasped. “I will never fucking obey you, you. Oh my God, I’m going to come…”

I slapped his ass again.

“No, you will fucking not.”

When I pushed my finger in his hole and wiggled it a bit, he hissed.

“Ohmygodfuckingthere!”

“Here?”

“Yeah, just the-there… ff-fuuck…”

He kept thrashing on the bed as if every touch gave him a minor climax.

“You don’t deserve it,” I growled, pulling my finger out. “Not after driving me crazy…” I slapped his ass again, making him whimper. “With this fucking ass.” Another slap. “The entire evening.”

“Why don’t you stick your big dick in it, then?” Luz bit out. “Mr. Big Shot Cop with a big dic—”

When I shoved my cock inside him, he finally shut up. I bottomed out and reached heaven as he stuttered something incoherent that sounded like “mmnngghhh”.

“What did you say?” I asked him, slapping his ass. “What was that?”

“F-fucking f-f-fuuck,” he gasped, fisting the sheet until his knuckles turned white. I could hear his teeth chattering, and it made me smile.

“Who’s your daddy now, huh?” I asked him, slapping his ass again. “You insolent brat.”

That slap did it. His dick pulsed and started spilling, cum shooting everywhere.

I fucked him through his orgasm, thrusting hard and fast. In and fucking out.

I wanted to last longer, but his cries drove me crazy, so I came too, biting into his shoulder to prevent an embarrassing shout leaving my mouth.

I buried my face in his neck, wondering when sex ever felt this good, and the answer was, never. Never.

“Did I hurt you?” I asked him after my mind had cleared… relatively.

Luz shook his head, still panting. “You can’t hurt me physically, kochanie .”

I forced myself to pull my dick out of him. As soon as I did it, my cum gushed out of his ass, and it was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I put my finger on his crack to push it back inside him when he spoke.

“Get back inside me, Baz. I need to feel you.”

My dick hardened on cue.

“Are you sure?” I asked him because I didn’t want to hurt him.

“Yeah. Cork me up.”

I spread his ass cheeks and drove in deep. And just like that… heaven.

“Like this?” I checked, kissing his shoulder.

He nodded, shuddering.

“That’s it, Baz. Stay inside me and never leave.”

When his eyes closed, I kissed his neck.

His hair. His earlobe. His shoulder. The little valley between his shoulder blades.

With my dick buried inside him, I kissed every inch of his body I could get my lips on.

I desperately wanted to fuck him again, but I forced myself not to move because this wasn’t about fucking. This was more.

We remained like that until he fell asleep, and my softened cock slipped out of him.

It was also exactly how I woke up at ten-ish—our limbs entangled, my crotch to his ass.

Luz was snoring, probably crushed under my weight, and I cursed myself for falling asleep on top of him.

With all the dried cum sticking to his thighs and the finger imprints on his buttocks, he looked ravaged, so I ran him a bath.

When I carried him to the bathroom, he sighed with satisfaction, still half-asleep.

“Is this a dream?”

“No, but it’s time for a bath,” I replied. “Are you hungry?”

“No, just happy.”

“Why?”

“‘Cause I’m with you. I also love it when you carry me around. It makes me feel as if you care about me.”

I stopped in my tracks and looked at him. “What do you mean? Of course I care about you.”

Luz looked as if he were about to hit me, of all things.

“God, it took you ages to say that!” he growled. “Why do I have to drag all the nice words out of you as if I’m a goddamn dentist extracting your tooth?”

“‘Cause you bring the same amount of torture?” I suggested.

“How dare you?”

Ten minutes later, we were both lying in the tub, submerged in water.

Luz was lying on top of me, and it felt good.

Too good. Amazing. No words could describe it.

His head resting on my shoulder; his eyes closed.

His sexy ass against, what was now, my permanent hard-on.

It almost made me forget why I came to Smitsville but also reminded me I would be returning to New Mesa soon.

“Can I tell Jordie about us?” Luz mumbled after a few moments of silence. “We’re kinda close.”

I gave it some thought, only to realize that I didn’t care one way or the other, so I shrugged.

“To be honest, I don’t care. Who I fuck and who I don’t fuck is nobody’s business but mine.”

“Yeah, but… you’re into girls, Baz. Aren’t you?” he asked me, sounding anxious.

I chuckled. “Sure, but the evidence suggests I’m into you as well.”

“And it doesn’t alarm you?”

“It scares the shit out of me, but not because you have balls between your legs, Luz. It’s because you’re… well, you.”

“Irresistible?” he offered sheepishly.

“Insane, actually. Look…” I paused, trying to find the right words. “The thing is, I’m a simple man. I don’t like to overcomplicate things or overthink them. For example, if I’ve never tried oysters, but if they make my mouth water suddenly, does that mean I shouldn’t try them?”

“That’s a terrible analogy. You could discover you’re allergic to them.”

“I have been allergic to you since the day we met, but here I am,” I said through laughter.

“That’s one. Two… Have I been attracted to a dude before you?

No. Can I think of any other guy whom I find attractive?

No. Should I be more alarmed about all of this?

Maybe. But I don’t hook up much, and when I do, it’s when I really want it, so… here we are.”

Luz made a face. “I don’t know. You’re awfully casual about this. One day you’ll realize I have a dick, and then it will be bye-bye, Luz.”

I gasped theatrically. “No! You have a dick?”

“Not funny.”

“No way,” I said, sliding my hand to his crotch. “Oh, wait. Here it is. It’s big, too. Yup, definitely a dick.”

He let out a weak yelp. “Baz…”

“Naughty, I’d say, by the feel of it,” I said, squeezing the turgid length. “Wait… these balls come with it, too?”

I cupped his sack, making him moan.

“Baz, please,” he whispered, his hips bucking. “Stroke me.”

“Stroke what? I don’t follow,” I said before gripping his erection. “Not this?”

“Please,” he breathed. “I’m close… just a few strokes, Baz. Then I’ll blow you, I swear I will.”

“Raise your hips,” I ordered. “If I see one drop of semen falling into the water, I’m stopping.”

He did what I said, whimpering when I started to jerk him off. His moans echoed in the small room, making me smile. My hard, aching dick was trapped between us, but it was a sweet pain.

“That’s it, kitten,” I murmured, praising him. “Thaaat’s it… my obedient boy. My good, obedient boy. Look at your beautiful dick, look how… oh, here it comes… here comes your sweet cum…”

He let out a shout, and the first spurt of semen flew high in the air before landing on his chest. The second one landed on my arm as I kept stroking him good and hard.

Spurt after spurt, he kept coming, making my mouth water.

I kissed his damp forehead as he trembled in my arms. When he was done, I helped him move to his knees, and then I licked the cum off his heaving chest. Every. Single. Drop.

“Mmm,” I hummed, closing my eyes when I was finished. “I think I’m addicted.”

“Let me take care of you, Baz,” Luz said, reaching for my dick, but I stopped him.

“No, sweetheart.”

“Why not?”

I wanted him more than life itself, but I couldn’t shake off that weird feeling from earlier.

“Because if I start fucking you, I won’t stop, and I need to be on high alert tonight.”

“I don’t care about Mendoza or my father’s enemies, Bazooka,” Luz protested. “I won’t let them dictate my life, and I’m not afraid of them.”

“I know,” I said, caressing his cheek. “But do what I said. Go to bed and wait for me there.”

The fact was, I yearned for him. Even as he left the bathroom with a forlorn look in his eyes, I yearned for him. After I cleaned up, looked at myself in the mirror, and hated what I saw there… I still yearned for him.

When I came to the bedroom, he was lying there so still I thought he had fallen asleep.

“I hope you never catch him.”

I frowned in confusion. “Who?”

“Mendoza. I hope you never catch him. That way, you’ll never leave.”

“You’re sweet,” I said, kissing his nose, then both his eyelids. “You taste sweet.” I kissed his cheeks. “You smell sweet.” I kissed his lips. “I’m addicted. To your taste. To your smell. To the words coming out of your mouth.”

He hugged me tight, shivering. He seemed not only sad, but like a scared animal trying to hide itself from the world.

“Hey, it’s okay,” I whispered, rocking him in my arms. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“I love you,” he muttered the words into my neck. “I love you so much, Baz.”

In the next moment, he tensed up, as if he’d just realized what he’d said.

“No!” he exclaimed, looking at me wide-eyed. “I didn’t mean it! I swear! It was just a joke and—”

“Shh,” I muttered, hugging him tight. “It’s fine. I don’t mind.”

I was lying. It wasn’t fine. I minded, mostly because I didn’t want to owe anything to anyone, and I felt as if I owed him something after those words. And since I couldn’t say it back, because I wasn’t sure I would recognize the emotion if it hit me in the head, I said something else.

“You’re mine,” I said firmly, kissing his lips. “You’re mine, kitten.”

Luz sniffled, looking at me from under his lashes. “Do you swear?”

“I swear.”

It was the truth. He was fucking mine. Today. Tonight. For this moment only, maybe, but he was mine—if only for one night.