Chapter 3 #2
Noah’s cock gave a hardy throb, and he bit back a moan.
Shit. He needed to focus, or else he was coming on Mateo’s bedspread.
Not in his ass. After lubing up his fingers, he spread some on Mateo’s tight hole, then took his tip into his mouth.
The sob Mateo let loose with as his fingers scraped across Noah’s scalp had him seeing stars and his gut clenching.
He pushed into Mateo with his middle finger first and let out a shuddered exhale as he clenched around Noah.
The heat was too much. He’d get my dick inside Mateo and come on a single stroke.
He already knew it.
Pushing the thought aside, Noah methodically opened him up, easing each finger into Mateo until he was rocking his hips and his dick was spilling copious amounts of precum on Noah’s tongue.
He pulled off him, while still finger fucking him, sinking deeper into the miasma of desire.
“If you want to come, Mattie, you can. I want to see it. Taste you on my tongue. I want to know a part of you will be inside of me just like I’m going to be inside you. ”
“Aye dios mio,” he mumbled. “Stop talking.”
He smirked. “Never.” Noah took him back into his mouth, sucking and bobbing his head while rubbing Mateo’s prostate.
Tension radiated through him. His thighs shook as he locked them around Noah’s head.
Mateo’s fingernails dug into his scalp. He glanced up.
Mateo’s chest glowed with arousal, and his head was thrown back as he arched to him.
In the throes of passion, he was exquisite.
Gorgeous. Noah soaked up each moment, relishing the memories he’d have when he was all alone on a mission, missing home.
“Noah... Oh fuck... Noah...” He said Noah’s name with such reverence.
The gasp and quiver in his husky voice had Noah’s gut doing that flip-flop thing before more excitement poured over him.
Mateo flexed his hips, sinking deeper into Noah’s mouth.
He was so close. His ass clenched around Noah as he throbbed on his tongue.
They both hovered on the edge. “I... I’m coming.
.. Oh fuck...” The high-pitched reedy sound that filled his throat seconds before he jerked in Noah’s mouth, and his spunk coated Noah’s tongue, was intoxicating.
Watching his lover take his pleasure turned him on.
He used Noah’s mouth while fucking his fingers, riding the waves of his release until he went limp.
However, they weren’t done. If Noah didn’t get inside him, he was liable to explode or at least experience the worst case of blue balls ever.
While Mateo caught his breath, he ripped open the condom with shaky fingers and rolled it on before adding lube to his ass and Noah’s dick one last time. “Fuck... I can’t wait anymore.”
He was frantic. Beyond aroused. Out of control felt like the right way to put it. But also, considerate. Weird, right? He positioned himself at Mateo’s hole then pushed forward. “Eyes on me, Mattie.”
Mateo’s gaze flicked to Noah’s. His glassy gaze locked with his, and Noah could see everything.
Their whole life played out in front of him like one of those 8mm home movies.
Mateo was open. The respite swirling within those eyes, the acceptance and happy haze of an orgasm, settled within Noah’s chest, added a bit of lightness there, too.
He clasped their hands together over Mateo’s head as he slowly entered him.
It would have been so easy to fill Mateo in one quick thrust, but he wanted to experience the play of emotions across his face.
To see the moment, Mateo understood Noah was his, and he would forever be Noah’s.
“What are you doing?” he whispered, straining under him as Noah stretched his ass, molding him to his dick.
“Claiming what’s mine,” he grunted. “Taste yourself.” Noah kissed him again, swiping his tongue against Mateo’s. He swallowed his moans like he consumed his cum, greedily and with veneration.
Noah worshipped his body, flexing his hips as he retreated.
It was a study in torture, being buried to the hilt within Mateo.
He was so hot as he tightened and relaxed around him.
Noah’s head spun. His chest heaved. Noah clenched his jaw to the point he thought he’d crack a molar.
From the minute Mateo wrapped his lips around his cock in the living room, he was already in a losing battle.
It would’ve been so easy to give over to orgasm burning through his gut.
Yet, he continued the slow torment.
With Noah’s face buried in his throat, he palmed Mateo’s hip, adjusting him right where he wanted him, and kept plying Mateo with pleasure. So much so, his dick began to rise again, and a cockiness filled Noah. “Look at that. Your dick is leaking again.”
Embarrassment colored Mateo’s features as he threw his arm over his eyes. He was cute. More than that. Laid out like he was, a fine sheen of sweat coating his skin, glistening in the silvery moonlight, he reminded Noah of the gods of old. Regal. Resplendent. “You’re being crude.”
“Being honest. I’m getting off on the way your body responds to mine,” he corrected, nipping at his neck. “If I had a camera, I’d show you just how ethereal you look right this minute.”
“You’re just saying pretty words,” he retorted, his throat corded as he strained underneath me.
“No, Mattie,” Noah cooed. “I’m telling the truth. You’re so fucking gorgeous. Meeting you tonight has been the best thing I’ve ever done. Now, let’s see if I can make you come again.”