“You like that?” he asks.

“I’m not telling,” I answer, trying to muffle the little moans of pleasure as he gently flicks each sensitive tip.

“Your body is answering for you,” he says, amusement in his voice.

He kisses me again.

And again.

This time I can’t help it. The moan that escapes from my mouth echoes in the room. I’m glad nobody is downstairs because I’m sure if they were they could hear me.

When my tongue reaches out this time, his sweet mouth is right there waiting. We deepen the kiss.

“You taste so good,” he whispers against my lips.

His sensual kisses are intoxicating, and his hand on the tips of my breasts, gently rubbing one then the other over my shirt, makes me want more.

I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, as he sits on the couch and guides me to straddle him.

I feel his unfamiliar, powerful, well-muscled body against my thighs. My mind is foggy from passion and desire, but I know that right now I want to be close to him and be held by him.

Nobody else.

I’ve suddenly forgotten about all my issues and troubles and everyone else. For the first time in a long time, I feel free. I want to focus on the here and now and not think about the world outside this little upstairs apartment.

I know this is Vic, the boy who wants to escape life and run away. But right now he’s everything I want and everything I’ve been missing. I want to escape with him. Together we can find peace and feel a real connection, even if it only lasts this one night.

He sits almost motionless, except I can hear his rapid breathing. I want to affect him, to make him lose that control that he values so much just as I’m losing my control. I put my hands on his shoulders, bracing myself, then feel his muscles as I explore his body with my fingers.

“What are you doin’?” he asks, his voice ragged and slow.

“I’m taking control,” I say, moving my hips against him the slightest bit. I can feel the heat of his body through my jeans.

He groans as I feel his hardness. “You’re killin’ me.”

Leaning forward, I whisper into his ear, “Why? Because you’re afraid to admit you like it?”

“I’m not afraid to admit it, baby,” he says. “I fuckin’ love this. You’re killin’ me ’cause I’m holding back.”

I can feel his heart beat hard and fast as I move against him at first slowly, then increase the pace. It feels good not to think about anything but this.

“Don’t hold back anymore.” I stop moving my hips as I roam my fingers over his biceps. “Touch me, Vic. Make me forget everything but being here with you.”

He stills, as if thinking about it. “I want to do this,” he says. “You have no clue how much I want to do this.”

I grab him. “So don’t hold back. Don’t worry, I won’t expect anything after tonight. We’re just escaping reality, right?” My body is desperately aching for his touch. With one swift movement, I lift my shirt over my head, then take his hands and wrap them around my waist.

I lean in close so our lips are touching, because I love kissing this boy. He’s got me in a trance and I don’t want to let the feeling go. “Touch me, Victor Salazar.”

He swears underneath his breath, then his hands are suddenly around my butt, urging me closer, as he sets the rhythm. Leaning down, I bury my hands in his thick hair and throw my head back.

His mouth is on the hollow of my throat, licking my pulse then kissing it. I can’t remember my body ever tingling so much with excitement, especially when his tongue slides against my hot skin and moves lower… and lower.

“Tell me how much you like this.” He groans the words against my skin.

When I feel his tongue trace a path outlining the edge of my bra, I start panting for more. “I wish you’d never stop,” I tell him, urging him on as he reaches around my back. With one swift motion of his fingers, my bra is unhooked and falls to the floor. His back braces my spine, supporting me so my joints aren’t tense.

His tongue travels up to my sensitive earlobe, then down to lick the parts of my body that feel like they’re on fire.

Before I know it, my clothes are on the floor along with his, and we’re naked.

“Look at me,” he says, cupping my cheek in his hand. For an intense moment, I swear I can see his soul through his eyes.

It’s suddenly too intense, too real.

I want to close my eyes because I’m feeling more vulnerable than ever. Emotions I didn’t know existed threaten to come flying out in the form of tears.