28. Theo
TWENTY-EIGHT
THEO
I’m trembling.
As I stand in front of the rectory door, breath held in tight, I can’t hold back the little involuntary shakes my body’s letting out.
It’s been a few days since Matteo and I fucked, and I’m finally seeing him again.
I haven’t purposefully kept my distance, but it was necessary then. Climbing into bed with Clara in the dark hours of midnight right after I fucked someone else was hard. Guilt consumed me all night, not allowing me to sleep, and I woke up bleary-eyed and struck with a shame I’d never felt before. What Matteo and I did was so wrong, so perverted, so exceptionally cruel.
I feel bad about a lot of things. I hate myself for cheating on my wife, even though I can’t lie and say I haven’t been cheating since the first time I recognized I wanted him. I loathe that’s all I could think about these last few days.
And I despise that I left him sleeping in bed, sneaking out like a thief in the night after our first time together.
So, I stayed away. I pretended like everything was normal and fine and ordinary. I resolved nothing like that would ever happen between us again. I even skipped church by faking a stomachache and trying to make up for what I did. This is the final thing on my list to rid myself of Matteo. I’m going to see him just one more time, not for anything else but to tell him we’re over. I’m a married man—maybe not as happily as I should be—but there’s still a chance, right?
I steel myself as I raise my fist and knock on the door, a small part of me praying that he doesn’t answer. Fortunately, or unfortunately, he does, and I’m struck all over again by how mesmerizing he is. He’s shirtless—of course—because why the fuck does he never have a shirt on? It makes what I’m about to do all the more difficult, but it’s necessary.
What makes it even more challenging is the way he smiles at me, full of wicked promise, but also relief. It curls my insides pleasantly, my heart skipping a beat at the beauty inside me, longing dripping from my mind straight to my cock and down to my toes— a full-body assault I can’t control.
I open my mouth but before I can say anything, I’m being dragged into the rectory with hands on my ass, Matteo not wasting a second to consume the air around me.
“ Precioso ,” he purrs against my cheek, rubbing my ass through my pants, tightening his hold when he feels my hard cock brushing against his. “I was just thinking about you.”
“Uh-huh,” I mumble, hands coming up involuntarily to run down his firm chest. “Matteo…”
I gasp when he uses his strength and position to haul me up into the air, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist. He holds me there for a minute, still not kissing me. He teases me, nose trailing along my cheek, lips quirked up into a smirk as I feed him panting breaths. I clutch his shoulders for support, but I know he’d never let me fall.
“I ache for you,” he admits as he begins to walk with me still in his arms. “Fuck, mi precioso . Solo pienso en ti .”
No. Not that. Please, don’t whip out the Spanish. I can only take so much.
“Matteo, please.” But I don’t know what I’m begging for. Am I begging for him to let me go? Am I begging for him to stop? Or am I begging for more?
I’m mindless, a rag doll he can manipulate however he wants. I forget all the reasons that I came here in the first place when amber eyes meet mine. It’s not just lust I see, or hunger and passion, but fucking clear joy and need.
He sets me down on his small dresser, purposeful fingers pulling down my zipper, calm hands inching down my pants. “I need to taste you again. Want to live with your cock in my mouth. Be your perfect cockwarmer.”
“Matteo…” I can’t do anything but repeat his name. I can picture us just sitting on the couch watching a movie, my soft cock doing nothing but resting in his mouth. Why is that so hot? “I…”
“Shh,” he whispers, pulling my dick out of my pants, and trailing his nose up my length. He braces his hands on the dresser, body folding over me to reach as he whispers against my cock. “Just relax. Let me do all the work. All you have to do is sit there and feel good.”
“Y-Yeah,” I stutter, hips rising to meet his mouth, my legs shaking when he slaps himself across the face with my cock. Holy shit , he did not just do that. I’ve never felt the urge to hit anyone, but I’d torture him with my cock all day if he let me. “I-I can d-do that.”
I keep my eyes on him, specifically that sinful mouth as he starts. He’s a fucking tease, flicking his tongue against the head, careful hands playing with my balls. He takes me in slowly, so fucking slowly, and my eyes roll to the back of my head when I’m nearly down his throat. He gags, eyes watering, sputtering breaths leaving him when he comes back up, making sure to slurp and suck on his way.
Disheveled and thoroughly cock hungry looks good on him.
“You’re so big,” he growls, pumping me languidly. “Fuck. You stretched me so well the other night. Pushed my tight hole to the limit. Want you and something else fucking me at once.”
My jaw drops just picturing it. Does he mean he wants more than just my cock? Images flood my mind of him on his knees, my entire fist fucking him, his hole just beautifully open for me when I pull out.
The thought makes my aching cock twitch and Matteo chuckles. “You like that idea, precioso ?”
I don’t know how I do it, but I finally remember that I know how to speak. “You're so needy, aren’t you? Such a whore for a fat cock.”
“Just yours,” he groans, bringing me back into his mouth, no longer trying to play with me.
Already, the pressure within me is building. Heat envelops every inch of me. It’s so hot I’m forced to rip my shirt off, thoroughly pleased when the hunger in his eyes only increases. Still sucking me off, he yanks my pants and underwear all the way down until I’m naked. Although he doesn’t have a shirt on, it still feels like he’s fully clothed, and I don’t know why that’s so dirty.
He pops off my cock, jaw clenched as he stands up straight. Without a word, he pulls down his pants over his ass and spins around. I whimper when he pulls apart his cheeks and see that he’s already wet and glistening, his hole slightly open and puckering with the need to be filled.
“You knew I was coming?” I ask, breathless and unable to hold back and not slide a finger in. “How?—”
He shakes his head and looks over his shoulder. “Was playing with myself before you got here. I’ve fucked myself on my fingers every day since you left. Just wanted to feel you again.”
His confession settles in my heart in a way that’s more than physical. It beats for him, for us, and everything that’s led to this moment. “Baby, your perfect ass missed me that much?”
“Going to fuck myself on something even better now,” he mumbles, nearly delirious and in a trance as he slaps my hands away. “Just sit there and take it, precioso .”
Oh, I can definitely do that.
I let out the most pathetic whine when he stands on the tips of his toes and slides down my cock, clutching his ass for something to hold onto as he starts to chase his pleasure. He doesn’t start slow or tentative, and doesn’t waste a second, simply bracing his hands on his thighs as he takes what he wants from me.
“ Yes , fuck, so big,” he moans, bouncing on my cock like he owns it. “My fingers are nothing compared to this. Please, Theo, you know what I want.”
I do. Filthy, dirty, primal. He likes it rough and depraved, and I never thought I’d like that too until him.
I slap his ass hard, his cheek turning red from that singular impact, and I revel in the way he cries out. “You like it when I hit you?”
“More!” he shouts, sliding off my cock. “Wreck me.”
I hop off the dresser as soon as I have the space to. He wants me to wreck him? I’ll fucking ruin him.
With a confidence I didn’t know I possessed, I slap his ass again. I grab onto the back of his neck, pushing him until his knees hit the front of his bed, and shove him face first onto the comforter. I rip off his pants the rest of the way off, tossing them behind him with a growl. His pleasurable whine is muffled by the fabric, but I can see how much he likes my roughness.
Still, he’s in charge as I wait for him to tell me what to do. This is all about him, it’s always been about him, and I’ll do whatever twisted things he wants.
He reaches back and rubs his fingers against his hole, once again presenting himself to me like the perfect fucking treat. “Want you to spit in me.”
Oh my fuck…
I do just that, making sure he’s nice and open as I let a long line of spit drip into him. Seeing another part of me inside him is overwhelming, so much so I’m actually chasing a breath.
“You listen so beautifully,” he mumbles, twisting his head to look at me. He urges me to give him one of my hands, and I fall onto his back as I entangle my fingers with his. “Do it, precioso . Fill me up until I’m dripping.”
I’ll never get tired of hearing him say that. I run my cock up and down his crease pausing only slightly and ducking my head so I can watch my cock get sucked in by his needy hole. The first time we did this, I was on my back. While I more than enjoyed getting to see all of him when he rode me like the world was ending, I live for this.
Watching the push and pull, in and out, the way he stretches is so erotic. It makes me wonder what he’s feeling as I snap my hips, giving him hard deep thrusts that make his back arch. Does it hurt? Does he feel pressure? Will I love it just as much as he does?
His fingers tighten around mine, arms trembling as I use my entire body to fuck him. I feel the slick of his sweat against my chest, and I move only slightly to lick a trail up his neck. He tastes so good, all of him, and I’m greedy as I continue to run my tongue everywhere I can reach.
“I wish I could mark you,” I admit, breaths coming out ragged and hoarse. “Wish I could suck on you until you turned a pretty shade of purple. Wish you could see it every day and be reminded of me.”
“Do it,” he demands, craning his neck to the side. “You know where. Fuck, claim me.”
He doesn’t need to be any more specific than that. I know exactly where I want myself stamped on him. I nibble down his neck, reaching the spot just at the juncture of his shoulder, and bite down.
Hard .
The way his body spasms is almost enough to make me explode. When I pull back and see the dents I’ve left behind, I’m powerless to stop now. I dive back in, sucking his skin into my mouth, pulling it taut against my tongue until a gorgeous purple bruise is left.
“Mine,” I growl into the back of his neck, hands pulling him back by his ass, encouraging him to take control. “It’s your turn now.”
He doesn’t need me to say anything else. Somehow, he bucks me off him and I fall flat on my ass. The pain barely registers when he’s scrambling onto my lap, jaw clenched and eyes raging as he slams down onto my cock.
“Yes!” I scream, throwing my head back as he takes charge. I should be the one feeling all the power, I’m the one inside him, but he somehow manages to make me want to be controlled. “Please— fuck —make me come.”
I’ve never been this shameless and wanton, this desperate and needy. I’ve always been the one to take the reins when it comes to sex but with Matteo it’s different. I like giving myself up to him, I like seeing his power and dominance. I crave the moments when he shows no restraint.
Because to everyone else, he’s their perfectly composed servant of the Lord.
But with me, he’s nothing but my dirty dominant slut.
Just for me .
“Beg me,” he orders, claiming my throat with his large hand. “Cry for me, precioso .”
And I do. With every downward thrust, I crumble for him. It’s a jumble of unintelligible words. Please, yes, fuck me, harder— all blurring together until all I can repeat is just his name.
“Baby,” I whine, my head rolling side-to-side. “I can’t take it anymore. Please, let me?—”
“Tell me how much you want me,” he rasps, tightening his grip on my throat, his hips working faster and faster until I’m lost in a daze of pleasure.
“So bad.”
“Tell me how much you need me.”
“More than anything else.”
“Call out my name.” He takes his cock in his hand, furiously touching himself, again one-minded in his pursuit to come. “Say it, precioso . Scream out the name of the man that’s fucking you so good.”
“Matteo!”
His name alone sets him off. When I feel the warm spurts of cum land on my chest, I’m done for. I claw at his ass, legs writhing as I unload inside him. He keeps fucking me through it, the wet sound so delicious that I know I’ll hear it in the background of every conversation for the rest of my life.
He falls onto my chest, delivering rough kisses everywhere his lips find as I wrap my arms around him and cling to him.
“Gonna stay like this for a bit,” he mumbles breathlessly, nipping at my neck with a hazy smile on his lips. “Want to keep your cum in me for as long as I can.”
“Y-Yeah,” I slur. He can do anything he wants, have anything he wants, and take anything he wants.
“Thanks for coming by,” he says, kissing my lips gently, beaming at me with that post-fuck glow that looks incredible on him. “Missed me that badly?”
I should stiffen. I should recoil. I should push him off me and march out of here. I should tell him the truth.
But maybe the truth is something I should keep secret, even from myself.
So, everything else melts away at the stunning happiness I feel, dripping into the recesses where I can’t reach it.
“Yeah,” I say, kissing the top of his head. “Yeah, I did.”