17. Matteo
SEVENTEEN
MATTEO
This is torture.
After a couple of successful nights, the Fall Festival is over. With it goes the only true reason I have to be around Theo. I keep telling myself it’s for the best, that the line I’ve drawn will be easier to stay behind without his constant proximity.
But I didn’t anticipate it would hurt this much.
We’re cleaning up the back of the church. All the booths have been taken down and now it’s just picking up stray games and any trash we find. I was going to do this myself, but Theo showed up unprompted and offered to help.
I caved like I always do with him. Since this is the end, let it be the end. Let it be the last time we’re alone together so I can put this phase behind me and move on to continue with my calling, unbothered by carnal sins and temptation.
We haven’t said anything to each other, both of us in our own heads. Although no words have been exchanged, it’s the looks that mean the most. The subtle way he flicks his eyes at me, blue behind thick dark lashes pleading with me to say something. The tilt to his downturned lips, teetering on the edge of unspoken words. The brows that furrow when he cocks his head at me, maybe trying to see why it is I’m acting this way.
I’m sure I’m not any better. Every chance I get, I glance his way. He’s beautiful, inside and out, and it shines through in the cloudy midafternoon. I long for the feel of his hands on me, of his tongue licking across my skin, and the little moans and whimpers I could swallow if he let me.
I grit my teeth because I have to stay strong. The last time. The only time. One more time with him in my limelight and then he’ll be gone and back to his life. We’ll become acquaintances who once knew each other, nothing but strangers in a few months.
The clouds rumble in the distance, and I don’t expect the downpouring of rain that starts to fall.
“Shit!” Theo curses, trying to cover himself with the trash bag to no avail. The rain is coming in from the side, icy tendrils that cut through the air. “It looks like hail!”
“Let’s go!” I’m not familiar with hail, but it doesn’t sound good. I drop my trash bag and run toward the church, grabbing his arm and dragging him behind me.
In the dim light of the church, we head to the rectory, both of us shivering. It’s cold enough to wear winter coats, and the hail hasn’t helped the chill that’s spread between us.
“I have a change of clothes,” I mumble through chattering teeth. “Let me get you something to wear.”
He nods shakily and I turn to the dresser, rifling through the drawers for something he can wear. I’m bigger than him, but not by a lot, so I grab a pair of sweats and a thick black long-sleeved shirt. I can toss his clothes in the dryer for twenty minutes and they should be okay. He’ll be home in no time?—
He’s standing in my room in nothing but his underwear.
When I turn, I see it all. He’s taken off all his clothes, strewn them across the floor, and is standing in a pair of tight white briefs. He got soaked down to his underwear, so I can clearly see every detail of his cock, from the swollen head to the base of his balls.
And he’s hard.
“I…” He covers himself up, cheeks flaming red as he avoids my eyes. “Sorry. I don’t know why that happened.”
“It’s okay,” I choke out, clearing my throat. “Here are some clothes.”
He takes them from me but instead of getting dressed, he sets them on the bed. “Um, you’re going to get a cold if you don’t change.”
“I was planning on it.” He walks until he’s in front of me, reaching for the hem of my shirt. “Theo, what are you?—”
“Lift your arms,” he whispers, fingertips brushing against my stomach as he pulls up my shirt.
I can do nothing but follow his command. I do as he says, and he rids me of my shirt. My heart stops when he reaches for my pants, toying with the button like he doesn’t know what to do.
I should put a stop to this. I’m not an idiot, and I know where this is headed. Maybe I didn’t realize it before, but I think I do now.
I think Theo might want me as much as I want him.
“Can I?” he asks softly.
I nod through a gulp, and he doesn’t waste a second. He’s careful as he unbuttons my pants, the back of his hand grazing me and making my cock jerk. My eyes widen when he falls to his knees, taking my pants along with him. All I can do is stare down at him, at the beauty of finally seeing Theo kneeling at my feet. His face is level with my now hard cock, his panting breaths and puffs of air doing nothing to calm it down.
Before I know it, I’m on my knees too, reaching for him just as he reaches for me. Fumbling hands find each other, our foreheads dropping so skin meets skin. No words are exchanged between us as our lips hover over each other’s.
“Matteo,” he murmurs, his open eyes peer into my soul as he runs his nose along my cheek. “I…”
I grip his waist tightly, hauling him up until our bare chests are pressed together, wet and sticky, both of us taut with this need for the other. “Theo, let me?—”
“Yes.” He gasps when my hands wander down his chest, flicking his nipples before my finger trails down to his stomach. “Please.”
I shake my head, breathing out through my nose, trying to find the last tendril of restraint I possess. “We shouldn’t.”
“Don’t care. Don’t want anything but you,” he murmurs, one hand resting gently on my thigh, inching higher and higher every second. “Make me dirty.”
That’s what does it for me. The intensity of his gaze and the beg in his voice makes me snap. I growl as I take his face in my hands and slam my lips against his.
Fucking hell…
Theo is delicious, sweet like wine as he opens for me, ravaging my mouth with the same passion I’m giving him. Where I thought he’d be tender and shy, he’s savage, and my cock pounds in triumph that he’s just as frenzied for me as I am for him.
Using his face as an anchor, I raise him to his feet, lips parting from his only briefly so I can shove him onto the bed. His wide eyes stare at me for a beat, questioning what we’re doing, but that hesitation leaves him when he reaches out to me.
I blanket him with my body, every inch of me covering every inch of him. Our legs tangle together as wet sloppy kisses are exchanged. His hands make their way to my ass and mine take his wrists and move to hold them above his head as I grind myself against him. Hard cock brushing against hard cock, desperate ragged breaths, moans, and groans that cut through the thunderstorm outside.
“ Precioso ,” I growl, toes curling when he raises his hips to meet my thrusts. “Just like that, Theo. Take what you want.”
He whines against my neck, teeth digging into my skin. I move his head with my jaw, taking advantage of our position and licking a stripe up his nose, tasting those freckles I’m so obsessed with.
“You feel so good,” he whines, wrists trying to tug themselves free, but his back arches in pleasure. “Fuck, yes, yes, yes!”
His body stiffens, a sharp cry leaving his lips. I pull back just in time to watch his blissed-out face, the way his pupils dilate, his jaw hanging slack. I let go of his hands so I can reach for his cock, palming him through the fabric, grinning wickedly when it’s damp in my hand. “You got all wet for me, precioso ? Couldn’t hold it in?”
He shakes his head, body still trembling as frantic hands reach for my underwear. “Want to see you.”
I’m not prepared for the confidence with which he yanks down my underwear. He doesn’t touch my cock, just stares at it, and his jaw drops in a way that’s far too tempting. “Close your mouth or I’ll give you something to put in it.”
His cheeks flush red, but his eyes spark with intrigue. “I want to see you come.”
“You want to see me lose it?” I question, gripping my cock with a hard hand, furiously pumping myself without any restraint. “Tell me what you want from me, Theo.”
“I want… I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do.” I’m running out of time now. I’m so close to coming. I feel it building up inside me, only heightened and urged on by the way Theo’s eyes are zeroed in on my movements. “Help me. Need you. I’m going to come…”
He licks his lips, running his hands temptingly up his toned body, a flare of dirty desire in his blue eyes. “I want to be covered in you.”
“Fuck!” I shout as I spray him with my cum, it drips into the crevices of his abs, sliding down his happy trail. I dive down, licking my release from his skin, kissing and nipping his stomach and his chest until I reach his face. I squeeze his cheeks between my hands, his cum pooling on my tongue as I mumble, “Open.”
His eyes are scandalized but he opens regardless, and I let a long line of cum-filled spit drip into his mouth.
“Now swallow,” I whisper, brushing my lips against him. “I want you to taste me.”
He does greedily, humming to himself as his lashes flutter shut. “I want more.”
“You’re going to have to give me a minute,” I chuckle, pressing little kisses to his freckles. “We can go again after?—”
Shit.
No.
No, no, no.
What the fuck did I just do?
I scramble off the bed, soft cock hanging out, my cum still sticky on Theo’s skin. He sees the panic in my face, confusion filling his, until it hits him too.
We just fucked.
He’s a married man.
I’m his priest .
“We…” Theo shoots up off the bed, frantically searching for his wet clothes. “I’m… No. Shit!”
“It’s okay,” I say, trying to ease him, but failing. We fucked up. We majorly fucked up. “It’s?—”
“Don’t say it’s fucking fine!” he screams, yanking on his shirt and pants. “I just cheated . I’m… Clara… I need to go.”
I don’t argue with him because he does need to go. I didn’t want to exude the same panic as him—one of us has to be reasonable—but that anger he feels that’s directed toward me I can’t help but feel toward him too.
He tempted me. He stripped me. He begged for me.
What did he expect a man to do? Only a saint could have resisted that temptation. Fuck, I’m only human.
A human who made a mistake, who cast aside their God, who broke the trust and promise of not one but two sacred vows.
Theo’s halfway to the door before he’s spinning around, still panting, his pale face flushed. “This never happened.”
“Nobody needs to know,” I agree, heart beating out of my chest with each breath I take. “It’s our secret.”
“Fuck!” he yells, dropping his face in his hands. His shoulders shake as a sob breaks free from his lips. “Matteo…”
“Theo,” I breathe, reaching him just as he tips his face up, our lips meeting again. I don’t know what’s happening to me, what’s happening to him, or what’s happening in general. It’s this magnetism that’s bringing us together.
He nips at my lips, wrapping his arms around my neck to drag me down. I clutch his face desperately in my hands, taking from him every sin.
But one of us has to pull away first. One of us has to stop this. One of us has to know this isn’t right.
“Stop!” I shout as I pull away from him. I run my hand over my mouth, shaking my head. “Jesus Christ. We can’t do this.”
He opens his mouth to say something but changes his mind. He lets out one last curse before storming out of the room. I’m left standing here like an idiot, wondering how it came down to this.
How could I have been so weak? How could a simple friendship have turned into this ?
I stumble back and collapse onto the couch, dropping my head as angry tears sprout in my eyes.
No, no, no.
But I can’t deny the truth that Theo and I just cheated.
And I want to do it again.