Chapter 9 #2
That doesn’t explain the heat I felt while we were fucking, but that could have been from the workout. I can’t help wondering if there might’ve been more to it than that, but I’m sure I’m overthinking it.
“That’s not what I was expecting to happen tonight,” he drags out.
“It’s exactly what we said we were going to do tonight.”
His forehead creases. “Not what I meant,” he says, and when I grin, he adds, “And you fucking know it too.”
I laugh, a carefree laugh, something I haven’t enjoyed since…hell, I can’t even remember. Certainly not within the past few months.
“So you enjoyed having my dick in you?”
I roll toward him. “Whatever. You enjoyed it too…right?”
“You have got to be kidding me.”
“No, but like, beyond what the sildenafil did.”
“Okay, the pill might have made my dick hard, but it sure as hell didn’t make it as much fun as it was.”
My chest swells with pride, but I’m curious about something. “So that stuff about my ass…were you being serious?”
“I was, actually. I knew it was a hot ass, but never having messed around with a guy, I thought it was like thinking you were sexy in the locker room.”
“You thought I was sexy in the locker room?”
He glares at me. “You’re a hot guy.”
“I get what you’re saying. I felt similarly about you.
Like I can see you, I have eyes, so I know why people find you attractive, but I wasn’t expecting it to feel like that when you touched me…
and then when you bit my ass.” My cheeks warm like they did when he first took that bite, and I roll my eyes at myself again.
He growls. “I wasn’t expecting it to feel that good either.”
We share a laugh.
“So…we’re bi?” I ask.
“Maybe. I haven’t really thought it through since it hasn’t even been ten minutes since I fucked you…”
“Ooh, I like it when you say that.”
He pulls a face. “That I fucked you?”
I nod. “Yeah, that you fucked me.”
Matteo’s gaze shifts to my lips. “Did you like it as much as I did when you said ‘fucked me’?”
Why am I smiling at that?
“You like it when I remind you that you fucked me?”
He rolls toward me and scoots closer, his face inches from mine. “I do. Maybe because it sounds like you’re saying ‘fuck me,’ and I want to try again sometime.”
As much as I’ve enjoyed being playful with him, his words yank me back to reality. To why we did this. And why we’ll have to do it again.
He must notice the shift in my mood because his expression turns serious. “Sorry. I was being playful. I wasn’t thinking…”
“It’s not a big deal.”
He rests his hand on my arm, his touch as hot as he looks. My nerves react viscerally, like they’re relieved to feel him again since they know what this touch can do to my body. “Don’t say that.” He caresses his thumb across my flesh. “This is all a big deal.”
His words bring me nearly as much relief as his touch when he was massaging me before we fucked. He slides his hand down to my abdomen, trailing his finger across my scar.
“Speaking of the spell,” he says, “you still have me inside you…”
“Yeah, I have to collect it and save it for when we’re finished and—”
“I know that. I read what you have to do. You think I came out here unprepared?”
I feel silly. “Oh. Of course you read it.”
“I meant, when are you gonna…”
I put my hand to my face, maybe to conceal it because this is embarrassing as fuck. “Was gonna hold it until I got back to the dorms. I have some Tupperware in my bag.”
“And where are you gonna store it between now and three weeks from now when the spell will be complete?”
“Don’t ask. I don’t think you want to know all the gross details.”
He holds his hands up in surrender. “I’ll trust you on that.”
As we quiet, my gaze steadies on his lips, and I can’t help thinking about how good they felt on my flesh. Knowing that I’ll get to experience them again soon. Funny to think how apprehensive I was when we started, and now I’m fucking craving it.
“So we’ll do it like this,” he says, “same thing next week…Wednesday night?”
“Yeah, that’s right.”
He runs his thumb up my arm, then moves it over to my face, rubbing gently against my chin. “Then I can have another bite of that delicious bubble butt?”
I chuckle, my face heating up again. God, what he does to me.
“That’s a yes, then,” he says, shifting closer. His thumb moves from my chin, across my lips, as he gazes at them.
Desire pulses through me again as he stares at my mouth like he’s about to go in. “You willing to reconsider this no-kissing rule? After what we did, aren’t you wondering what it’d feel like?”
“Yes,” I confess, which makes his smile broaden.
He moves closer and leans into me, pressing his lips against my cheek, setting fire to it like he did other parts while we were messing around.
I’m waiting for him to take my mouth, claim it as his, but he pulls away.
“There,” he says. “That’ll give us both something to look forward to for next time. ”
I resent him for not kissing me on the mouth, but his suggestion excites me.
I know I’ll be dreading the wait until our next fuck because I want to get to the end of this spell, but now I’ll be dreading it because that’s how long I have to wait to know what it would feel like, what his mouth would taste like.
And despite the fears I have about this spell, it makes me feel like even if that doesn’t work, at least this won’t have all been for nothing.