17. Diaz
Diaz
We barely made it through the door before we were on each other again. By the time we stumbled into the bedroom, we were both still damp from our swim and completely naked, our clothes abandoned by the pool.
There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that at any other time, Matty would’ve had my ass for dripping all over his hardwood. Now, he was about to have my ass in a different way altogether.
Water droplets clung to his shoulders and chest, sliding down the cut of his abs as he backed me toward the bed.
He grabbed two generous handfuls of my ass and squeezed, pulling me flush against him. I gasped against his lips, half-laughing, half-moaning.
“Fuck, Matty,” I breathed. “You’re gonna bruise me.”
“Good.” He punctuated it by giving me another slow, deliberate squeeze, sinking his fingers into my flesh. “Been staring at this ass for years. Deserves to be marked up and fucked appropriately.”
I rocked back into his grip, greedy for more. “You’ve been staring?”
“Every. Damn. Day.”
His thumbs dragged a path along the crease where my thighs met my cheeks, spreading me open just enough to make me shiver.
I shut him up with another kiss, walking him backward until his knees hit the bed. When he fell back onto the quilt, he pulled me down with him. Our cocks brushed, and we both groaned at the contact.
I could feel the slight tremor in his touch, the way his breath hitched every time I rocked against him.
My tesoro was nervous. I knew he had been with women before, but this was new territory for him, and the fact that he trusted me enough to take this step made something fierce and protective flare in my chest.
I pulled back just enough to rest my forehead against his.
“You still want this?” I asked softly.
“Yes,” he admitted, cheeks flushed. “Is it stupid for me to admit how nervous I am?”
I cupped his cheeks, tilting his face up until those gorgeous hazel eyes met mine.
“We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.
You want me to jerk us both off in the shower instead?
You got it. Lie back and play pillow prince while I ride you?
Giddyap. Or we can do nothing at all. Whatever feels good, tesoro. I’m yours tonight.”
Matty’s eyes softened, the nervousness easing into something more certain. “I want to fuck you. Just . . . be patient with me?”
“Always.” I kissed him again, then grinned against his mouth. “Condoms and lube?”
He nodded to the bedside table, a tinge of pink darkening his cheeks. When he opened the top drawer, a sharp laugh belted out of me.
“Damn, ‘Bama.”
There was a treasure trove of supplies inside—multiple boxes of condoms (in multiple sizes), a sleek, black butt plug, a realistic dildo that made my eyebrows shoot up, and lube.
Lots of lube.
An I-do-all-my-ass-play-shopping-at-Costco supply of lube.
“I should’ve known you would be well prepared,” I teased. “Have you used any of these on yourself?”
“Just the dildo,” he admitted quietly.
Heat flared low in my stomach. The vision of him fucking himself with the toy made my cock throb against his.
“Goddamn, that’s hot,” I murmured against his lips. “One day, I want to fuck you with it. Watch you take it while I suck you off and tell you how amazing you look. Would you let me do that?”
Matty’s breath hitched, but he nodded without hesitation. “Yeah,” he whispered. “Might be tricky with your mouth full, though.”
“I’m very motivated.”
I reached over and grabbed the lube. Matty’s hands were trembling slightly as he took it from me, so I cupped his face and kissed him again, slower this time.
“How do you want me, tesoro?”
His eyes darkened with equal parts need and nerves. “I want to see your face. That way I know what feels good for you.”
His words sent a fresh wave of arousal through me.
“Believe me, you’ll know.” I scooted up the bed until my back rested against the pillows, spreading my legs to make room for him. “Like this?”
“Yeah,” he breathed, crawling between my thighs. “Just like that.”
He lubed up his fingers generously, then looked up at me for silent permission. I nodded, and he pressed one slick finger against my puckered hole, circling gently before pushing inside.
“Fuck, that’s good.”
I hissed at the stretch, then moaned as he curled it just right. My hips rocked down onto his hand, searching for more.
“Add another.”
Matty obeyed, working a second finger in slowly, scissoring them carefully while watching my face. I had to give it to him. For a guy who was an anal novice, he sure knew what he was doing.
And he was hot as hell while doing it. Mussed hair, flushed cheeks, biting his lower lip in concentration like he was trying to figure out how to defuse a bomb instead of how to finger my ass.
There’s a gay rom-com for you.
How to Finger a Guy in Ten Days.
The burn eased into pleasure, and I let my head fall back against the pillows, thighs falling open wider.
I enjoyed topping every now and then, but there was something incredibly hot about bottoming, especially like this.
Getting played with, cherished, thrown around exactly how my partner wanted—I loved not having to do the work for once.
There was a special kind of surrender in letting someone else take control that always left me feeling raw and satisfied in the best way.
“You’re so tight,” Matty murmured, a hint of awe in his voice. “I can feel you squeezing around my fingers.”
“Keep going,” I rasped. “You’re doing so good.”
He curled his fingers again, brushing that perfect spot inside me, and my cock jerked against my stomach, a bead of precum leaking out of the tip.
Matty didn’t hesitate. He leaned down and dragged his tongue along the underside of my shaft before sucking the head into his mouth. He hummed around me, the vibration shooting straight up my spine, while his fingers kept working me open.
He pulled off me only to lick lower, over my taint, then farther down until his tongue circled my hole, right alongside his fingers.
Puneta! He’s an ass eater.
I moaned loudly, hips twitching.
His tongue continued to tease the rim while his fingers stretched me. Then, he pulled his fingers out completely. Before I could complain about the sudden emptiness, Matty leaned down and replaced them with his tongue.
“Fuck!” I gasped, one hand flying to his hair.
My back arched off the bed as his warm, wet tongue licked over my hole. He pressed the flat of it against me, then pointed it and pushed inside, licking deep while his hands held my thighs open. The sensation was overwhelming.
Matty ate me out like he was starving for it, moaning against my skin, tongue fucking into me in short, eager thrusts. Every time he pulled back to lick over my taint and balls before diving back in, I shuddered.
“Matty . . . fuck, your tongue.” I panted, one hand knuckling his hair, the other fisting the sheets. “Don’t stop.”
He didn’t.
He kept going until I was a whimpering mess, then finally pulled back, lips shiny and swollen. Without warning, he pushed three slick fingers back inside me, stretching me wider than before.
I cried out at the new fullness, hips jerking. “Yes— Fuck, just like that.”
He worked me open with steady strokes, curling his fingers to hit my prostate on every pass while his other hand stroked my cock lazily. The dual sensation had me writhing, crying out his name like a prayer.
“Now.” I gasped. “Please. I need you inside me.”
Matty pulled his fingers out carefully and grabbed a condom. His hands trembled a little as he rolled it down his cock, then generously slicked himself up with more lube. He lined himself up and pressed the head of his cock against my hole.
“You sure?” he asked, searching my face for any sign of discomfort.
“Positive.” I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer. “Fuck me, Matty. I want to feel you.”
Matty exhaled shakily and pushed forward. The head of his cock breached me slowly, stretching me open with a burn that made my breath catch. He was thick, thicker than his fingers, and the slow, careful way he eased inside me had my toes curling.
“Jesus, Peter, you feel incredible.” Matty’s eyes were wide. His lips parted as he watched himself disappear inside me, inch by inch. “Does that feel as good for you?”
“Better.” I groaned. “Give me more.”
We both moaned when he finally bottomed out. For a moment, we just stayed there, our foreheads pressed together, breathing each other in.
The stretch was intense, a burning fullness that made every nerve ending light up like fireworks on the Fourth of July.
I could feel every thick inch of him pulsing against my walls, the slight tremble in his thighs pressed tight against mine, the faint scent of chlorine from the pool still clinging to us.
Matty let out a shaky breath. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
He slid a hand up to cup the back of my neck.
“I can take it,” I assured him. The drag of him against my prostate sent white-hot sparks shooting up my spine. “Just please— Please move.”
Matty started slowly, rolling his hips in a way that had me moaning with every thrust.
Holy fuck.
This was really happening.
After all the hours I had spent dreaming about it, writing about it, imagining Matty’s cock stretching me open while I typed erotic scenes at 2 a.m., it was finally real.
And it felt fucking fantastic.
I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper, desperate for more.
Just then, a warm, wet tongue lapped at my toes. A laugh bubbled out of me before I could stop it.
Matty froze mid-thrust, eyes wide. “What—”
The sudden clench of my hole around him made his eyes flutter. “Oh fuck.” He groaned, his hips jerking involuntarily.
I laughed harder, which only made me tighten around him again. “Sorry, but we seem to have . . . an intruder.”
Mo had somehow jumped onto the bed without either of us noticing. Her tongue lolled out as she gave my toes another enthusiastic lick like they were her new favorite treat flavor.
“Mo!” Matty hissed. “Off the bed.”
She blinked at him innocently. Matty reached around and gently scooped her up, depositing her on the floor with a firm but affectionate, “Go on, princess. Bedtime. Daddy’s busy.”
She trotted off toward the hallway without so much as a backward glance.
I’ll make it up to you tomorrow, sweet girl.
Tonight, I needed to get fucked.
“Sorry,” Matty muttered.
“It’s okay. Daddy.”
Matty’s expression shifted from amused to heated in a heartbeat. He leaned down, capturing my mouth in a filthy kiss as he powered inside me, harder this time, deeper.
The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room. I moaned openly, legs tightening around him, urging him on.
Every time he drove into me, sparks exploded behind my eyes. It wouldn’t be long now. I reached down and fisted my cock in time with his rhythm, but he batted my hand away and replaced it with his own, stroking me tight and fast.
“Matty,” I moaned, head falling back against the pillow.
“That’s right,” he rasped, snapping his hips forward. “Be a good boy and beg for it.”
The words sent a fresh bolt of heat straight through me. Bossy Matty has come out to play.
I loved it when he got like this. I loved . . . him.
“Please.” I gasped, legs locked tight around his waist. “Harder, tesoro. I can take it. I want it.”
He groaned and gave me exactly what I asked for, driving into me again and again. I was moaning openly, shamelessly, nails raking down his back.
“Fuck yes, just like that.”
Matty’s hand tightened around my cock, the other braced beside my head as he fucked me harder. His eyes were wild, lips parted, sweat dripping down his temple. The sight of him losing control because of me was almost too much.
“I’m not gonna last,” he growled.
No kidding.
It was a goddamn miracle either of us had lasted this long.
He stroked me fast and tight in time with his hips.
“I’m close.” I panted, hips jerking up to meet every thrust. “Please, let me come. Matty, please, I’m so fucking close—”
“Come on, baby,” he rasped, stroking me faster, thumb swiping over the head on every upstroke. “Come for me. I wanna feel you clench around my cock when you do.”
That was all it took.
Pleasure slammed into me like a freight train. I came hard with a broken cry, spilling over his fist and across my stomach in thick, pulsing ropes. My hole clenched rhythmically around him, milking his cock as wave after wave of the orgasm tore through me.
Matty buried himself deep with a guttural moan, hips stuttering as he followed right after me. I could feel him pulsing inside the condom, his whole body shaking with the force of it.
We stayed locked together for a long moment, catching our breaths, our bodies slick with sweat and cum. Eventually, I tugged him down into a slow, messy kiss. My heart was still racing, but there was deep, bone-melting contentment settling over me.
This wasn’t just sex. This was Matty, finally, completely, mine in a way I had been dreaming about for months.
After all the stolen glances, the months of wanting him in silence—he was here.
In my arms. Inside me.
The reality of it hit me harder than the orgasm had, and that was saying a lot.
After he dealt with the condom and we both cleaned up, I yanked him back down beside me, wrapping my arms around him like I never wanted to let go. To be fair, I didn’t. He came willingly, curling into my side, one leg thrown over mine, his head resting on my chest.
For a while, neither of us spoke. Just basked in the quiet afterglow.
“How are you feeling?” I asked softly.
“I feel like I should be asking you that.”
“Don’t worry, my asshole is fine.” I pressed a soft kiss to the top of his damp curls and held him close. “Was it everything you thought it would be?”
Matty was quiet for a beat, then let out a soft, disbelieving laugh. He tilted his head up to look at me, eyes bright and a little glassy.
“I’m . . . good,” he said. “Better than good. I can’t believe we finally did that.” He paused, then started laughing harder, the sound warm and giddy. “I never thought I would say this, but I’ve never been happier not to make the All-Star team.”
I laughed with him, the sound rumbling through my chest.
“Same.”
He smiled back at me, and something in my chest cracked open.
“I’m, uh . . . really glad it was you,” he whispered.
I cupped his cheek and lowered my lips to his. “Me too.”
We stayed like that for a long time, tangled together, trading lazy kisses and quiet touches as the adrenaline slowly faded.
At some point, Mo wandered back in, jumped onto the bed, and curled up behind Matty’s knees like she’d been there the whole time.
I smiled into Matty’s hair, feeling more at peace than I had in months.
The last thing that crossed my mind before I drifted off was the gentle realization that this, us, had been worth every risk.
Every awkward conversation. Every uncertain step.
He was worth it.
Matty Miller was finally mine, and I’d be damned if I was going to let anybody take him away from me.