Chapter 21
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Levi
Bending over my bed on all fours for a flirty firefighter hadn’t been on my Escape to West Texas to-do list, and yet here I was.
My thoughts ran non-stop as I adjusted myself. Lust pumped through, every part of my body needing more from him.
The mattress shifted as Mateo knelt behind me. His hands worked down my back, down my sides. I stiffened as he neared my shoulder, but he paused.
Mateo let out a soft hum, his fingers turning gentle. “If this position hurts you, we can adjust. We can use pillows. We can do whatever you need to feel comfortable.”
I didn’t like showing weakness, but I also didn’t want to deal with a fucked up shoulder this week. “All right,” I mumbled. Reluctantly, I grabbed a couple pillows, putting one beneath my chest, and using the edge of the other to cushion my right side.
I cleared my throat. “Sorry. Lot of injuries from games.”
He tsked. “Don’t be sorry.” His mustache brushed my skin as he peppered kisses down my spine. “I want you to feel good. Are you comfortable?”
My heart pounded as I adjusted my body a bit more. My shoulder didn’t feel any strain and while I was tense, that was from anticipation, not my body struggling to stay in this position.
“Yes,” I said.
“Good.”
Slowly, I sank into the idea of submitting to him. There was something about him that made me feel safe, which had always been hard to find in a partner.
The part of me that wanted to do this exact thing to him was also thoroughly enjoying being the one on my knees.
“Relax,” he murmured.
“I’m trying.”
Mateo chuckled and continued to rub my muscles, all while my cock raged. I was so fucking hard from being edged by him. Ever since I’d come to Whynot, I’d thought about what this would feel like.
Mateo made my heart skip beats and my mind run blank. In the short time I’d known him, I already knew he was the kind of person that made me feel whole.
And that scared the shit out of me.
“Tell me what you like,” he said.
“Do you mean kink—” My words cut off as he leaned forward and closed his hand around my cock. I sucked in a breath, everything melting into a moan. “Fuck.”
“Yes,” Mateo whispered. “I do mean kink. Tell me what you like.”
“But I can barely think,” I protested, rocking my hips.
He started to stroke me. “I believe in your ability to focus, Mr. Math Degree.”
Fuck. It was impossible to form any full thoughts. Pleasure shot through my body as he stroked me slowly, his hand moving up and down at a pace that made every muscle in my body tense.
“I’m a switch,” I huffed. “Most of the time I’ve been expected to Dom. And I love it, don’t get me wrong.”
“But you crave submission.”
“Yes,” I rasped. Holy fuck, this was hot.
I felt his cock hardening against my ass, his body molded against mine as he continued to stroke me.
“I haven’t explored kink too much as a submissive.
But, I think I know what I like. Bondage of any sort.
Rope, especially. I like having my hair pulled.
I like spreader bars and hand cuffs. Floggers, spanking, some light impact.
I love sensory deprivation. Not being able to see or hear and knowing something is about to happen . . .”
I trailed off as he pumped my cock faster.
“I like being used. I want to be used. I want to please you. Fuck.”
Mateo was turning me into a pathetic fucking mess.
“What else?” he asked.
“I want . . . I want to be a good boy. I fucking love being called that. I don’t know. As far as pain goes, I like a little bit. But not a lot. Just enough to give pleasure an edge.”
I felt him nod. “I understand.”
“I’m not used to being on this end of things.”
I felt him smile against my back. “I’m excited to see how you are when you switch.
But seeing you so submissive and needy right now .
. .” He thrust his hips against me, grinding his cock against my ass cheeks.
“It turns me on. Every part of me just wants to fuck you right now, but I want to savor it. I want to take my time with this perfect ass.”
I shivered as he released my cock and sat back. I could feel him looking at me. My cock jerked as he grabbed my cheeks and spread them.
Fuck. I wasn’t used to being looked at like this either. My blood pumped, my face pressing into the pillow as my cheeks burned.
“Are you embarrassed?” Mateo murmured.
“Maybe a little. The guys I’ve been with, it’s always been quick. And usually me on top.” Hell, I couldn’t think of a time I’d ever really submitted for anyone.
“I bet people see you and think you have to be dominant. As a hockey player with so many muscles. You’re so fucking strong and tall and handsome.”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“But I see you and I think I want to put you on your fucking knees.”
Shit.
“I remember driving up and seeing you on the side of the road . . .”
His hand closed around my cock again.
“And thinking you have such a fine ass in denim. And wondering what it would be like to have this moment. Feeling you beneath me. Seeing how goddamn good you look submitting to me.”
I grunted as he leaned forward, and I felt the tip of his tongue against my ass, circling me slowly, teasing my hole and sending shockwaves of lust through me.
I didn’t think my cock could get any harder, but I was wrong.
The roughness of his mustache and the softness of his tongue turned me on even more, my body so desperate to be fucked.
“That’s it,” he murmured between licks. “Take it like a good boy.”
A wave of pleasure rushed through me as he kept jerking my cock while his tongue explored me. All of the tension left me as I sank further into the feeling of being with him.
The thing about Mateo was that he made me feel safe in this headspace. And that made me want to give in even more.
I whimpered, moving my hips involuntarily. I was so close to the edge already, and decided I wasn’t going to stop myself from coming. I wasn’t going to hold back. If he wanted to make me come, then I’d come for him.
Mateo’s tongue prodded deeper, but then he drew back and replaced it with two fingers. “Where’s the lube?”
“Top drawer.”
The bed shifted as he leaned over and yanked the drawer open, pulling out the bottle and a condom.
He uncapped it and poured lube onto his fingers.
I looked back over my shoulder as he worked it around my ass, then slowly, carefully—pushed two fingers inside me.
I moaned as he worked them in, taking his time.
He was going to force me to appreciate the torture of anticipation.
“Look at you. Fuck, you look good like this.” He pushed his fingers right up against my prostate, and I gasped, pleasure shooting through me. “I’m not giving you this cock until you beg for it.”
“Please,” I immediately gasped. “Please. I need you inside me. I need to feel you fucking me.”
He pumped his fingers in and out at a steady pace. “I remain unconvinced.”
Fuck me. I groaned into the pillow, pushing my ass back to meet each movement. “Mateo, please. Please fuck me. I’ve been thinking about this all weekend. All week. I don’t just want your cock, I need it.”
I did nothing to fight the desperation in my voice.
Mateo gave my ass a light slap and then released my cock and pulled his fingers free.
A streak of excitement ran through me as he leaned down and kissed my back again.
He lined himself up behind me, the sound of the condom foil ripping building the tension. Fuck, I was already close to coming.
My heart hammered as the head of his cock nudged me.
“Please,” I whispered.
“I know, baby,” he murmured. “You need my cock.”
“I need it.”
“And I’m going to give it to you.”
He pushed his hips forward, entering me slowly. I groaned as I took him, realizing just how thick he was as he stretched me around him. He paused to pour more lube on my hole, working it until he was able to thrust, filling me completely.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “Fuck. That’s so much.”
“That’s only half.”
Only half?
I thought he was all the way in, but I’d thought wrong. I groaned as he gave me more until he was finally fully inside me.
He reached around and grabbed hold of my cock again. My eyes closed and I realized I was already drooling as he started to drive his cock in and out, matching the same rhythm he was stroking mine to. My moans filled the room along with the sound of our skin slapping together.
“Fuck,” he mumbled.
A string of curses followed and I grinned, blinded by the pleasure bursting in every cell, thrilled that he was coming undone just as quickly as I was.
“I’m so close.” My voice was muffled by the pillow, grunts and groans between my words. “Please. Please let me come.”
Mateo’s chuckle was lost as he thrust harder, pounding me into the pillows, into the mattress. Lust clawed at my spine, pleasure spearing through me and pushing me closer and closer. All the times I’d imagined him fucking me didn’t do justice to the real thing.
“I’m gonna come,” I rasped. “I’m so close.”
Mateo groaned and drove into me, every movement taking me there. I squeezed my eyes shut, my voice ringing as my orgasm hit me, my cock jerking as I came. His hips stilled as he buried himself deep inside me, his voice joining mine.
Fuck, he was coming with me.
“You feel so fucking good.” His hands held my hips in place as more cum spurted from my cock, wetting the blankets beneath me. I was making a goddamn mess, but I didn’t care.
Mateo collapsed forward, his weight comfortable on top of mine. “Good boy,” he murmured, kissing my shoulder. One of his hands slid up, his fingers ruffling my hair in a way I enjoyed more than I thought possible.
I sank against the mattress, letting both of our bodies meld into it.
“Fuck,” I mumbled. “That was . . .”
“That was really fucking good.”
All I could do was nod as he continued to rub my head in gentle circles.
I was comfortable.
I didn’t want him to leave. I could stay like this all night.
Hell, I wanted him to be in my bed all night.
There may have been rules and secrets when it came to dating Avery, but there weren’t any when it came to the two of us. Right?
“Do you want to stay?” I whispered.
Mateo nuzzled my neck and gave me a soft kiss. “I want to, but I have to be at work early—like, five in the morning early.”
I groaned. “Stay anyway.”
He smiled against me. “That’s early, Minnesota. Are you sure?”
I lifted up slightly, turning just enough so I could look into his eyes. “I want you in my bed,” I said. “If you want to, of course. If not, I understand.”
He sat up slightly and pulled out, then surprised me by rolling me onto my back. I sucked in a breath as he pinned me beneath him, his face hovering above mine.
“You want me in your bed, huh?”
God, he was such a cocky bastard.
“I do.” I fought with a smile and lost. “I want you in my bed.”
“I’ll have to leave early. Maybe before you wake up.”
“I don’t care.”
“I thought you didn’t want to date. You’ve got a cactus heart. Prickly. Grumpy.”
“I said I want you in my bed,” I said. “Not that I want to date. Not that I don’t want to date, it’s just . . . It’s complicated.”
“Mm-hmm. How about you get me into your shower? And then you can get me into your bed.”
“You’ve got yourself a deal.”