Chapter 10 Rob #3
Mateo’s nostrils flared, and his Adam’s apple slid in his throat. They were pretty obvious tells, but he managed to catch me off guard. He clutched at the collar of my tee, dragged me close, and crashed our mouths together.
The scrape of teeth and beard, fingers in my hair, a hand on my crotch…I reeled under the onslaught, loving the feel of him—even with so many layers of clothing in between.
He nipped at my jaw, tugging my shirt from my jeans as he stood. “Are we doing this here?”
I bit his bottom lip. “My room. Come on.”
Mateo followed me up the modern glass-and-steel staircase and down a long hallway to the primary suite. In the daylight, the views of the Pacific were truly magnificent—a landscape of sea and sky. But now, moonlight illuminated the space, shadowing Mateo’s sharp features.
I closed the motorized blinds with the remote, flipped the switch on my bedside lamp, and faced him as I undressed. He beat me to it. Mateo grinned slyly, shimmying his jeans and boxer briefs over his hips. He kicked them aside and moved toward me, like a panther stalking his prey.
“Need some help?” He threaded the leather strap through my belt loop.
Mateo unbuttoned and unzipped me, then reached under the elastic of my briefs. I moaned aloud as he curled his fingers around my shaft and nipped my earlobe.
Oh, fuck.
I captured his mouth, grabbing a fistful of his hair to keep him still as we greedily sucked each other’s tongues. Mateo broke the kiss with a gasp and sank to his knees. He shoved my jeans and boxer briefs to pool at my feet. He glanced up, flashed a mischievous smile…and swallowed me whole.
I’d been on the receiving end of plenty of world-class blow jobs, but this man was a BJ maestro. He bobbed on my dick, pulling off to nuzzle my balls and rake his nails along my upper thighs.
Enough.
I growled like a caveman and tugged his hair. Mateo took the hint. He kissed a path up my torso, pausing to tweak my nipples and rub his erection on my thigh. I grabbed his ass and hauled him against me as he attempted to push me onto the mattress.
We fell together in a tangle of limbs, my feet still trapped in my jeans. But we didn’t miss a beat. I kicked off the fabric and rolled atop him. We jockeyed for position, our mouths fused as we humped and grinded. And Christ, I was too close.
“Stop. I don’t want to come like this.” I kissed Mateo’s neck. “I want you.”
“You want my ass.”
I chuckled. “I do. Are you gonna give it to me?”
“Mmm. Yes.” He flipped to his stomach and glanced over his shoulder. “Let’s see what you got, Vilmer.”
“Taunting already?” I smacked his ass and leaned sideways to retrieve supplies from the nightstand drawer. “Spread for me. Show me that hole.”
I thought Mateo might have a snappy comeback for me, but no…he obeyed to a tee, and holy shit, the sight of his puckered entrance was almost too much. I needed him…now.
I poured a generous amount of lube onto my fingers and massaged the sensitive opening, coaxing Mateo to relax before slipping a single digit inside.
“More. You don’t have to be so careful with me. I can take it.”
“Bossy.” I bit his shoulder, easing a second one in and hooking it slightly.
Mateo rocked his hips and hummed his approval as he snaked a hand low to jerk himself. “That’s it. Just like that.”
I kneaded his cheeks and finger-fucked him, stretching him open…nice and slow. I took my time, careful not to hurt him, but damn, it was torture. I suited up, added lube, lined my cock at Mateo’s hole…and pushed.
He tensed immediately but urged me to continue, lifting his ass in invitation. I took him inch by excruciating inch till I was buried to the hilt.
“Fuck, you’re so hot. Warm and tight and…” I sucked in a breath. “I don’t want to hurt you, but I have to—”
“Do it. Fuck me,” he commanded.
I caged his head, my fingers digging into the sheets for purchase as I pulled out to the tip and surged inside again. And again. I set a steady rhythm—not too fast, not too slow.
Mateo rose onto all fours and arched, wordlessly indicating he wanted more.
Thank God. I held his shoulders and snapped my hips double time.
He met me thrust for thrust as I drove into him from behind.
I had half a mind to flatten him and take over, claim dominance, though I clearly wasn’t in control.
But I quickly nixed the idea. I wanted to see Mateo in action.
I pulled out and flopped next to him, pointing meaningfully at my erection.
Mateo didn’t hesitate. He climbed on top of me and slid down my cock.
With his hands on my chest and his strong thighs squeezing my sides, Mateo rode me like a fucking pro.
I jacked him, timing each stroke with the rise of his hips, and holy shit…
I hoped he’d come first ’cause I wasn’t going to last.
“Come,” I rasped.
And for once, he listened.
He threw his head back and roared with the force of his release, covering my lower abs and my fist with cum. It was too much. I couldn’t hold on.
My orgasm ripped through me, and Christ, it felt like an out-of-body experience.
I had little to no memory of the aftermath. I only knew I felt amazing.
We cleaned up, redressed, and muddled through a dance of cordiality in which Mateo offered to help tidy the kitchen. I declined, and we gravitated toward the front door for a round of awkward good-byes.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said, leaning against the jamb with my arms crossed.
Mateo zipped his jacket, nodding as he turned away. I admired his broad shoulders and his—
He pounced from the shadows, grabbed my face between his hands, and stuck his tongue down my throat. His preternatural maneuver surprised me, but I caught up quickly, matching his fevered kisses before gently pushing away.
Mateo bit his bottom lip and regarded me thoughtfully. “We’re doing this again. Like, every day if we have to. Whatever it takes to get this out of our systems. You on board?”
“Yeah,” I choked out.
I stood on the porch long after Mateo’s taillights faded from view.
This was…unwise. A truly terrible idea. But we’d already gone too far, and it was ridiculous to pretend I regretted a single second. It might not be pretty, but it was scorching hot, and I was completely invested in taking this ride to the bitter, bumpy end.