Addicted {bxb}

XVIII

After I woke up the next morning, I put on a pair of sunglasses with the darkest tint that I could find before heading downstairs. I knew that my parents were going to be home today for a few minutes before they left for their meeting with the Dellmon's and another family in their company. My mom was in the kitchen texting someone on her phone, but she looked up once I cleared my throat as a way to get her attention.

"Ew honey have you looked in the mirror?" my mom said.

"Good morning to you too," my voice came out dry from the lack of hydration in my system. I flopped down on the couch and pulled out my phone from the pocket on my sweatpants and kicked my feet up on the coffee table.

"I wasn't trying to be rude," she clarified as if that was going to make what she said any better.

"That's a first," I said under my breath.

"I'm talking about all the bruises on your neck," she went on while she walked past the living room where I was stationed.

I couldn't help but grin and say nothing while she packed her iPad in her purse. She made her way to the front door where my dad was waiting but she stopped, turning back to get my attention.

"Justin." I raised my head slightly. "It's not a good look for our business," she added before leaving with my dad.

"We're working in two different businesses," I said to myself since she was already gone.

I let out another groan and heard footsteps coming down the stairs and soon I saw Maricio making his way to the kitchen. He wasn't wearing a shirt so I could see the hickey's that I left for him last night, but he had on his dress pants from the event last night.

"So, this is what the house looks like when it's empty?" he questioned then leaned against the island with his eyes locked on me.

"Pretty much," I said, then stood up so I could join him in the kitchen.

"Last night was-"

"I don't want to talk about it," I said, cutting him off by pressing my lips to his.

We kissed for a while which eventually led to me causing Maricio to back up in the barstool, sitting on the clean leather seat. It's already been a month that I've been hooking up with Maricio in private. No one knew about the deep connection we had for each other, not even Erica, who I used to tell everything to.

Maricio broke the kiss to ask me, "Are you parents' home?"

"They just left," I said, then pressed my lips to his again.

It was probably unsafe to say that I was addicted to kissing Maricio. But we were interrupted when his phone started ringing. I pulled back, ignoring Maricio's apology while he checked to see who was calling him.

"It's my mom," he informed me. "Hello?"

I could hear his mom on the other end asking him, "Where are you?"

"I'm with Justin," Maricio replied, and I dropped my head to his lap. "I'll be home later."

Once he pulled his phone away from his ear, ending the call I lifted my head up so our eyes could meet. "So, where-"

"Why would you tell her that you're at my house?" I asked him because I needed an answer.

"I told you she already doesn't believe that we actually know each other," Maricio responded and at this point he was beginning to sound like a broken record.

"We don't know each other," I said in a harsh tone, but he was used to it. "And my parents don't know that you stayed over."

Maricio shrugged his shoulders and a grin formed on his face. "I guess we both have secrets."

He leaned in closer to me, expecting a kiss but I quickly placed my hand on his chest, stopping him from getting closer to me. I was turned off at this point just from that. "I think you should leave," I said then turned away, but Maricio grabbed my arm.

"I'm sorry I thought-"

"When I'm done with my shower," I started, then took off my sunglasses. "You better be gone." I pulled out of his grip finally being able to make my way upstairs.

The only reason I was hooking up with Maricio was just to be able to find myself again. But this is a different version of myself for one specific reason: I don't hook up with the same person more than once, especially not six times. Each time I told myself that was the last time, but it never was. I knew it had to be the amount of alcohol I consumed and the number of pills I took before we ended up naked on my bed. Sure, there were parts about Maricio that turned me on even when I was sober but when it came to the family business all those things left my mind.

Once I was in my bathroom I stripped out of my sweatpants, briefs, and my shirt before stepping into my shower. I let the water run for a while so it could be at a decent temperature for me. Not too hot but also not too cold. I leaned my head underneath the shower head, letting the water run through my hair then my face. I retracted my head back then brought my hands up and ran them through my hair. I don't know how I missed it but the moment I felt a warm presence behind me and soon a pair of lips placing gentle kisses on my shoulder I knew that it had to be Maricio.

"I know you can't stay mad at me, Justin," he spoke in a soft tone.

I scoffed. "You don't know anything about me."

I heard him let out a chuckle and soon his arms slowly wrapped around my waist then his hand was gripping my cock which was far from soft, and he began stroking me. "I know one thing," Maricio said.

"What would that be?" I was barely able to get out.

"That you're turned on," he mumbled in my ear.

I couldn't stop the soft moan leaving my mouth as I gave into Maricio's touch, leaning my head back on his shoulder. I swore under my breath just trying to control my breathing, but I felt a smirk on Maricio's face when his lips found their way to my neck. His kisses were gentle considering I was already covered in an unhealthy amount of bruises. He let out a groan and I pressed my hands against the wall once I felt his hand against my back and he pushed me. He was still stroking my cock but when he took a step back, creating space between our bodies I knew he was jerking himself off.

I reached my hand down to grab Maricio's wrist when I felt myself nearing my climax. I wasn't going to be the only one to cum in my shower so I turned my body around so we could be face to face. I didn't waste any time pressing our lips together and while we kissed, I gripped Maricio's cock, jerking him off at the same pace he was with me. Our lips left each other, and I felt his breath on my lips while we panted heavily from the intoxicating pleasure.

"Fuck~ I'm close," Maricio said, and I picked up my speed, pumping his cock faster.

Once I felt my legs starting to shake, I let out a moan and leaned my head back against the wall. "Me too," I said breathlessly.

Maricio's movements started to become sloppy once he leaned his head over my shoulder, so his forehead was touching the wall behind me. I felt him breathing down my back and when he let out another moan, much louder than the last, he was spilling his load on my cock. Hearing his moan was all I needed to spill my load right after. We were both breathing heavily while we were coming down from our climax. Maricio placed a kiss on my shoulder before moving his head back to look into my eyes.

"Now..." his tone came out in a whisper. "I'll leave."

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