27. Matteo
TWENTY-SEVEN
MATTEO
My brain short circuits.
As I slam down Theo’s length, taking every inch of him at once, it’s like I blackout. Ten years… It’s been so long since I’ve felt someone inside me. The stretch, the burn, the fullness. But I doubt it would feel like this with anyone else.
I look down at Theo’s beautiful face—flushed red, freckles prominent, blue eyes wide—and think I’ve been waiting all my life for a moment like this. A moment where the connection is real and true and pure. Fuck the circumstances because his soul calls out to mine and being with him like this just proves it.
It’s not because it’s risky. It’s not because it’s forbidden. It’s because it’s him .
“Matteo,” he breathes, running his hands up and down my tense sides. “Fuck. You feel so tight, baby.”
“Keep calling me that,” I beg, bracing my hands on his chest, nails denting his skin as I try and catch my breath. “I’ll be your baby, your slut, whatever the fuck you want me to be.”
He squirms underneath me, hips wriggling and making his cock brush against the spot that makes my toes curl. “So hot,” he mumbles, almost delirious as his words slur. “So wet. I need more.”
He wants more? I can give him more. I’ll give him everything. I’ll give him the best fucking ride of his life.
I raise myself until only the tip of his cock is inside me, maintaining eye contact with him before slamming back down. He cries out and I do this again and again and again. Driving him mad with the sweet drag of my walls, the cool air against his skin, only to be enveloped again.
But I’m too desperate to come. I want to savor this, go slow, but I can’t. I know I should show him what I feel, but I want this dirty. I want this to be utterly depraved. I want this to be a filthy fuck.
“How do you like my slutty hole?” I ask, voice low and rough as I start riding him in earnest, swiveling my hips in a way that makes my abs ache. “Tell me. Talk dirty to me, precioso .”
His cheeks turn even more red than they already were but that doesn’t make the hunger in his eyes fade. He’s unraveling in front of me, his tongue loose, the first thing that pops into his mind meeting my ears. “Your sloppy hole is sucking me in so well, baby. I— yes —want to fucking fill it with my cum.”
“Do you like how I’m fucking you?” I let my hands wander up, caging his throat, only pressing lightly. “Like how I bounce on this fat cock?”
There are tears in his eyes, not from pain, but from the sheer euphoria I’m making him feel. I understand the sentiment. This is emotional for me too. We’ve been building up to this one moment and now it’s finally here. It doesn’t matter that I’m asking to be his slut or that I’m riding his dick like a whore. It still means something.
It means everything.
I bend down, licking a stripe across his nose to taste his freckles. “Answer me. Have you ever been fucked so good?”
“N-No!” he cries out, reaching out to touch me, frenzied hands not being able to settle on one spot. “Never, Matteo! Never like this!”
The feeling of pride swells through me. He’ll remember this for the rest of his life. No other person has made him or will ever be able to make him feel this kind of passion. This burning desire lights us up and annihilates everything in its path.
The moonlight pouring in from the mosaic windows cast colorful shadows on his skin, making him look like a work of art. I press my cheek against his chest as I settle myself on the soles of my feet, using the leverage to fuck him even harder.
“Next time, I’ll bend over for you,” I growl, biting down hard on his nipple, kissing away the pain when he whimpers. “You’ll bend me over wherever the fuck you want. Slap my ass. Pull my hair. Call me your whore. I want to be owned by you, precioso .”
“You own me too,” he moans, trailing his fingers up and down my back, the touch such a stark contrast to the dirtiness occurring. “You own my cock. It’s yours.”
“What do you want?” I rest my chin on his chest, smirking with triumph when I see his eyes zeroed in on the way my ass moves on his length. “Pay attention,” I snap, slapping his face only lightly to get him to look at me. “Look deep inside yourself. Think about the dirtiest thing you can imagine. Be wicked with me, precioso . What do you want?”
He shakes his head like he doesn’t want to admit it. “I want…”
“Tell me.”
“Matteo, please, it’s too bad.”
“Nothing is too bad between us. I’ll always want every part of you,” I remind him, sitting up. “Tell me or you don’t get to come.”
His eyes widen. “That’s not fair!”
“I’m in charge.” I smirk, teasing him with soft little wiggles of my hips, not enough to make him explode, but just enough to tease. “How badly do you want to fill me with your cum?”
“Please…
“Say it.”
“I want you so full you get knocked up.”
I didn’t expect him to say that, but holy motherfucking shit is it hot. I lose control. My sore hole slams down on his cock, and I throw my head back when he starts to thrust at the same time, meeting me halfway. My thighs are quivering, my heart is going to pop out of my chest, and there’s sweat coating my back.
“Touch me,” I cry out, wanting him to be the reason I finish. “You know how much I love my cum on you.”
Although he looks a bit startled, he does what I say like the good boy he is. He takes my cock in his hand and starts to jack me off, assuming just like he would himself. Where I would expect him to be tentatively touching a cock that isn’t his, he’s the opposite. He takes me like he knows what he’s doing, deliberate in his strokes. He slides his hand up and down, twisting at the head, playing with my foreskin. I gasp when he wiggles a finger underneath it, sheer euphoria coursing through me. It’s rough, filled with friction, but it just spurs me on.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I scream, body spasming when I feel my orgasm cresting. “Breed me, precioso . Make me overflow with your cum.”
He gasps, hand jerking me with an almost painful grip. “Baby!”
Then I feel it, the sticky wet heat of something pooling within me. He has so much cum, I can feel it trickling out of my hole and onto the bed beneath me. With one last tug, I finish all over his pale chest, with his name on my tongue.
I collapse on top of him, spreading my cum between us as I take his lips in mine. He cups my face in his hands, still filled with a passionate urgency despite the fact he just came. We roll over until I’m on my back and he’s hiking my legs around his hips. We wrestle back and forth; just so overcome we can’t settle down.
“That was…” He licks his lips as he looks down at me reverently. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.”
Better than your wife?
I don’t say that. Even though I can trust Theo with anything, I don’t want to do anything to break this lustful bubble we’ve found ourselves in. I push him back onto his chest and drape myself across him. I take his hand and guide it to my sore hole. “Feel what you did, precioso .”
He shudders when he plays with his cum, thrusting his fingers in gently. “Does it hurt?”
“In the best fucking way,” I tell him, writhing on his fingers. “Want to sleep stuffed full of you.”
He hums against my lips, sipping from my mouth as he continues to feel his cum sliding out of me. “Is it weird to want to clean you up with my tongue?”
“Only if I get to suck your dick while you do it,” I propose, wagging my brows at him. “You want to go again?”
He surprises me by shoving me onto my back. It happens so quickly I can’t do anything but let him throw my legs over his shoulders as he dives down and greedily sucks his cum from my entrance.
I let him get me close to the edge with his wet kisses, giving him a chance to get hard again before I take charge.
But the second time we fuck, it’s different.
I stare longingly at his eyes as I slide back down on him, but everything is slow and careful. I press kisses everywhere I can reach, caging his wrists and dragging them all over my body. I take his baby and please and more and give it to him in spades. When we come, it’s together, with open mouths pressed against each other to feed off the air we share.
The second time we fuck, it’s like we’re…
I fall asleep in his arms, sated and boneless, and the happiest I’ve ever been.
Not knowing that when I woke up, he wouldn’t be there.