whatshewontdo:No habré la boca…saca la lengua así. No me entiendes pendejo? Habré… open you mouth li
whatshewontdo:No habré la boca…saca la lengua así. No me entiendes pendejo? Habré… open you mouth lick! Así! Perro así. Te gusta? Te gusta el sudor de un hombre? Voy a usar tu bocita y quando me verga se pone duro voy a metertelo en tu culo. Quiero que te duela en en culo y que gritas perro. No sabes ni una palabra que yo digo verdad? Rico. I going to put it in you ass. I fuck you ass every day. CABO BIIIIIIIIIIIIIITCHRamon’s thumb darted across the screen of his phone before sending the SnapChat to Jeremy. He could feel the coconut rum buzzing in his veins, his limbs feeling rubbery and stupid. As he let go of the umbrella post, he realized just how drunk he really was. He’d had more liquor than actual solid food at brunch. He was probably going to hate himself in the morning, if not later today. But for now he would enjoy the heady high of his drunkenness, even if any future misery was his own fault.Well, not really his fault. Jeremy’s fault. Fucker.As if on cue, Ramon’s phone pinged with a notification. He closed one eye and gazed blearily at the screen. Jeremy had responded, which was surprising. It was after 6:00 in Philadelphia, the time when Jeremy usually stopped responding to messages. It took Ramon several tries to read the message. The Snap was either black or had just been taken in a very dark room. It was hard to tell in the bright sunlight. But the location didn’t matter, it was more about the words.babe please you’re breaking my heartRamon let out a snort and looked around, as if anyone else at the hotel’s pool patio knew what was going on. No one was looking his way, except for maybe the bartender who had been serving him drinks earlier. Ramon staggered out a reply, feeling wobbly on his feet.u dont have a heart 2 breakThat was it. He decided he was going to have another drink. At this point, what harm could it possibly do? It was just more fuel on the fire. He took a deep breath and strode along the patio, doing his very best to appear semi-sober. As the baking sun beat down on him and the bar seemed to only grow further away, Ramon heard another beep of his phone. This time, it sounded like it was in the next room. Fuck, he really was drunk.The outdoor bar was in a nook of its own, the shade a welcome respite from the powerful rays. The bartender wore a short-sleeved black button-down shirt that only accentuated how much meat there was to him. He looked like he was about to pop out of the seams at any minute. Ramon liked that.“‘Nother Long Island, please,” Ramon batted his eyes.The bartender smiled at Ramon, but flicked his gaze over the young man’s body. Not just in a way that drank up how Ramon filled out his orange speedo, but in a manner that was almost clinical.“You’re not driving anywhere, right?”“Nah.” Ramon shook his head. “Just been bopping from my room to the pool to here and back. Just chilling.”“Okay, I can support chilling,” the bartender laughed as he reached for a shaker.As the cocktail was being prepared, Ramon remembered he’d gotten another notification. Several, in fact.please baby pleasetalk to meits not my fault ur bday is the same week as my anniversarywhy are you being like this?As much fun as he’d been having moment ago while loathing Jeremy, Ramon suddenly felt like crying. He extended a middle finger and snapped a picture, texting out one last caption.fuck u and fcuk ur pig wifeHe dropped his phone to the counter and let out a deep sigh. The bartender pushed forward a tall glass full of danger.“Everything okay?”“Yeah, yeah, I just…yeah.” Ramon grabbed the glass and took a deep pull through the straw.“Okay. I only ask because I just saw you flip off your phone.”Ramon snorted in embarrassment. He had truly forgotten he was in a public place when he’d done that. His frustration with Jeremy had been so all-consuming that, for a brief moment, the rest of the world had vanished. Ramon hung his head and sipped some more. Either he was blushing or he’d already gotten a sunburn.“Sorry, it’s…relationship drama. ‘S’bullshit.”“I’m sorry to hear that.”“It’s okay. It’s fuckin’ stupid. He and I were…bad match.”“Because he’s married?”Ramon sat bolt upright on the seat, feeling momentarily sober with fear. The world was crystal-clear for a fraction of a second before the liquor settled back in his system.“How’d you know?”The bartender rolled his eyes and gave a crooked grin.“I work in a hotel bar. Do you have any idea how much cheating I see on a daily basis?”That made sense to Ramon and he nodded sagely. It was a nice resort, after all. Theoretically cheating must happen in every hotel in the world, regardless of fanciness. But there was something about this place that seemed like it would be especially conducive to forbidden romance. A place like this was made for fucking.Made for fucking…Ramon set his jaw and slouched on his stool. His fingertip drew abstract squiggles in the precipitation on his glass and he deliberately was avoiding eye contact with the bartender until the right moment.“What’re you doing later?”He quirked his gaze upwards at the handsome man in black. A heavy silence hung in the air between them. It lasted so long that Ramon was sure he’d overstepped, that he was about to be rejected. But when the bartender finally replied, his voice was lower. Like velvet.“I don’t know. What AM I doing later?”Ramon smiled and leaned across the bar. He couldn’t kiss the guy without climbing onto the counter, but he could still whisper.“You’re going to make my ex very jealous.” -- source link