33. Matteo
THIRTY-THREE
MATTEO
I awake on a gasp.
“Good morning, baby.”
My toes curl in pleasure and my eyes nearly flutter shut again. I squirm, a soft moan leaving my parted lips as my hole is being worked open. I’m in sleepy oblivion, vaguely aware of one hand wrapped around my cock and teasing my foreskin, while the fat head of Theo’s cock presses against me.
He nibbles on my neck. “I could wake up to this every day.” With a grunt, he breeches me slowly, filling me with every inch of him at an excruciatingly tender pace. “Look at how you suck me in so well, Matteo. That perfect hole is hungry for my cock.”
I nod, grasping onto the arm that's slung around my waist, throwing my head back onto a hard shoulder.
“Got you nice and loose while you were asleep,” he mumbles in my ear, his tongue flicking out to lave at my earlobe. “You almost slept right through it, baby. That’s fine. You gave me your consent, so I would have fucked you awake.”
“ Theo …” I whine, pushing back against his hips. “You can wake me up like this any day.”
He chuckles lightly and presses a sweet kiss to the base of my neck. “Awake enough yet?”
I give it a few more thrusts before all my senses fully awaken. Now that they are, I’m taut with tension, a high heat, and an insatiable hunger to chase what I want. Power overwhelms me, and I use all my strength to roll Theo onto his back. I stay connected with him, draped over his chest. He must understand what I want because he braces the soles of his feet on the bed when I do the same. I groan at the new angle, experimentally rolling my hips, bringing him in and out of me at my pace.
“Matteo,” he whimpers after a few seconds when I can already feel his cock swelling inside me. “Fuck, yes, ride my dick.”
Oh, I’ll ride his dick. I’ll ride it like a porn star and put on a show for him. I lean forward, hands braced on his strong thighs while I bounce on his cock, pride rushing through me with every shouted baby and more and harder . When I can’t stand it, I wrap my hand around my leaking cock, taking mercy on myself as I jack off with hurried and frenzied strokes.
“Can I come in you, baby?” he pants, delivering a sharp slap to my ass that makes my already aching cock jerk. “Please?”
“Do it,” I growl, breathless as I chase my high. “ Now !”
He gives my ass one final hit before he thrusts all the way inside me, holding himself still as he comes. I follow him a moment after, sobbing as the rush of my orgasm washes over me. I fall back onto his chest, chuckling when he attacks my neck with cute little kisses, wrapping his arms around my waist.
“I love your ass,” he mumbles in my ear. “Love it so much.”
I soak up his praise, clenching around him for good measure, and smiling when he groans. I turn my head to look at him, heavenly freckled face flushed red with a lazy grin. “It loves you back.”
I feel him stiffen so I move, giving his body some room to recover. We lay next to each other in silence, fingers grazing each other’s as we both stare up at the rising sun through the mosaic windows. When I look at him after a few minutes, he’s cast in a mirage of colors that make him look like a dream. My dream. So exquisite and ethereal like an angel that’s come down from Heaven to fulfill my every wish and desire.
I love him so much.
He catches me staring and wrinkles his nose. “What?”
“You’re just so beautiful,” I murmur, reaching out to trace a line down his nose. “Sometimes, I just can’t get over it.”
He dips his head to hide his blush, but I don’t let him think he can get away. I pounce on him, capturing his lips, taking every greedy little whine until I’m dripping in everything he is. He chuckles, kissing me back in short little pecks. “I think I know what I want to do today.”
“Yeah?” I question, smiling widely when he squeaks as I start my work on his neck. “What do you want, precioso ?”
He takes my face in his hands, pulling me away so I can look at him. “Want to get out of Smallville? Maybe we could go to Cheyenne.”
“Cheyenne?” I question, cocking my head to the side, a little disappointed that we can’t just spend our time in bed.
He blushes, nibbling on his bottom lip in that nervous habit of his. “I mean, it’s a stupid idea. I was just thinking that maybe we could get away. Just… be , you know?”
I do know. I understand what he’s saying now. He wants to escape with me, be somewhere nobody knows us, and enjoy a perfect day that’s not clouded by the truth of what we’re doing.
So, I don’t even take another second to answer.
“Yes.”
“Did you really have to buy me this much?”
Theo chuckles, wrapping his arm around mine as we place everything he bought for me in the trunk of his car. He went a little crazy in the mall, picking out a bunch of clothes for me, citing my lack of ‘civilian’ clothes as a tiny bit pathetic.
I tried to argue, not liking how much money he was spending on me but loving the look on his face every time I tried on something new. So, I caved and let him buy me outfit after outfit that didn’t include my usual pair of sweats.
“Let me spoil you,” he says as we get into the car, leaning over the center console to kiss my cheek. “You looked so sexy in everything.”
“Even those ‘fuck me’ jeans?”
“Oh, especially the ‘fuck me’ jeans.” He laughs, starting up the car before leaving the parking lot. “You hungry, baby?”
My stomach rumbles as if on cue, and I nod. “Yes. The Indian place next?”
“I was thinking I could take you to this really cute coffee shop downtown,” he says, turning out of the parking lot. “They have the best coffee and food too.”
“Sounds good.” I reach for his hand and twine our fingers together. “As long as I’m with you, I’m happy.”
It’s a sappy sentiment, but I’ll gush over him if it means his joy simply radiates through him.
It only takes us a few minutes to get downtown. When we park and exit the car, my instinct is to take his hand in mine, but I snatch it away at the last second. Theo sees it and he chews on the inside of his cheek before taking my hand. I give him a questioning look, but he just shrugs.
The shrug speaks more than any words ever could.
It’s just us here.
There are people milling about the street, but I don’t care. I stop our walk, and it’s his turn to look at me in confusion. My heart is pounding rapidly, my breath hitching as I step to him, seize his cheeks, and kiss him.
Kiss him in the open. Kiss him with an audience. Kiss him like this is our truth.
He deepens it, tracing my tongue with his, letting out a soft grunt as his arms come around my shoulders. For a second, once again, it’s just us in this bubble we’ve created, but it feels more validated than it ever has before.
We pull away slowly, pressing our foreheads against the other, and we both chuckle breathlessly at the same time.
“I liked that,” he admits, tightening his arms around me. “I really liked that.”
I kiss the tip of his nose, darting out my tongue briefly to taste his freckles. “Me too, precioso . Me too.”
We lock our hands again as we walk down the street toward the cafe. It’s a cute place with mismatched furniture and handwritten chalkboards. The sign says to seat yourself, so we make our way through the crowded room to the corner. There’s a velvet couch and an armchair right across from each other, but Theo plops down next to me instead. I throw my arm over his shoulder, tugging him to my side as we pick up the menus on the table in front of us.
“What do you think you’ll get?” he asks after a moment, hand moving to squeeze my thigh.
I raise a brow. “Why don’t you order for me again? I know you’ll pick something I like.”
He nods sweetly and sets down the menu. “Okay.”
A waitress comes by a few seconds later and Theo orders us a few quiches and two lavender lattes, telling me they’re the best. We settle into a normal conversation after that, trading old stories back and forth before the conversation turns to music when our order arrives.
“You know about Red Rocks?” he questions, sipping on his latte. “It’s gorgeous. They have live shows and sometimes stuff like outdoor yoga.”
He pulls up a photo on his phone and I hum in appreciation at the image. “Wow, that is gorgeous.”
He thumbs through the website, eyes widening when he catches something of interest. “Oh shit. Benson Boone is going to be there in a few months.”
“You like him?” I question, and he nods quickly. “You should go.”
“Not without you,” he insists, already pulling out his wallet with excited fingers. “It’s going to be so good. You’re going to love his music. We can leave Smallville early and even hit Denver! I know you like art, so we can go to a museum!”
I smile warmly at him as he puts in his card information. I like the fact that he’s making these plans for us so far ahead of time. It’s almost like?—
Matteo …
I ignore the warning in my head and kiss his cheek as he buys our tickets, ignoring everything but his beaming smile. “Got them?”
“Yeah. Ugh, it’s going to be so much fun.” He takes another sip of his latte. “You can wear one of the outfits I bought you.”
I laugh, going to tell him that I’ll wear the ‘fuck me’ jeans if that means he’ll plow my ass in the parking lot after, but our waitress shows up. She’s a pretty woman with a wide grin as she gestures at our lattes. “You two want two more?”
Theo looks at me in question, and I nod. “Please. That would be great.”
She turns to leave but something stops her. She whirls around quickly, fidgeting with her hand as she bites her bottom lip. “Are you married?”
“Yes,” Theo says absentmindedly as he takes his last sip. “Five years. I?—”
He stops himself just as my blood runs cold. I flinch and he eyes me warily, all the while our waitress gushes.
“Oh, that’s awesome!” she says. “I’m not trying to be creepy, but I noticed you two seem like such a great couple. We don’t see many as adorable as you two. We actually have a special for couples if…”
But everything she says goes right over my head as Theo turns to me with wide blue eyes and a dropped jaw, guilt in his expression.
Because it just popped.
That beautiful secret bubble we’ve been living in is gone. I’ve been pushing the truth to the back of my head, ignoring it completely, rationalizing my decisions because of how happy I am, but I can’t ignore it now.
We’re cheating.
The truth stings. It slaps me across the face, taking my breath away, and all the guilt I’ve managed to avoid rushes through me.
We shouldn’t be doing this because it’s wrong but, selfishly, I’m disappointed that all the promises we’ve made to each other aren’t going to come true. Our situation now crushes me, making me realize what a fool I’ve been. This can’t last forever, it can’t even last much longer. Someone is going to find out, or he’s going to come to his senses, or I’ll finally snap.
I’ll finally snap and lose him.
“Can we just have our bill?” I ask, cutting the waitress off. When she stops halfway through her sentence, I shake my head. I take out my wallet and take out a few twenties before placing them on the table. “Actually, this should cover it.”
I get up without Theo and walk away. He chases after me, managing to catch up with a hand on my elbow. “Baby?—”
“We should probably head home,” I blurt out quickly, smiling weakly. “It’s been a long day, and you probably have to head home.”
Disappointment coats his features. He opens his mouth to argue but nods. I try to start the walk back to his car, but he stops me again. “Matteo, I didn’t mean that. It just came out. It was a reflex. I’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable.”
Uncomfortable? It fucking destroyed me.
“Are we okay?” he asks, cupping my cheek. “Baby, we’re okay, right?”
I should say no. Say that we’re definitely not okay. It’s not okay he forgot she wasn’t referring to us. It’s not okay that we’re cheating. It’s not okay that we’re making plans we don’t intend on keeping.
It’s not okay that we’re a dirty secret.
“Of course,” is what I say instead, giving in and kissing him, because how can I not? “I’m just tired. Can we go?”
He doesn't look like he completely believes me, but he nods. He doesn’t take my hand this time, and I don’t reach for him either. We reach the parking lot in an awkward silence, and the drive back is just as bad.
When we get back to Smallville after hours of uncomfortable and tense conversation, he pulls into the back of the church away from the street.
Because you two can’t be seen together .
“I’ll see you tomorrow?” he asks as we unload my bags from the trunk, eyes expectant as he waits for my response.
“I think Marcy has plans for me,” I tell him numbly, avoiding his eyes as I take the bags. “But I can text you.”
His face falls. “Oh, okay. I really am sorry, baby.”
I tip my head at him, keeping in a short breath. “I know.”
But his being sorry doesn’t change anything, and I think he’s starting to understand that too.
He gives me a parting kiss that isn’t as sweet as the others we’ve shared today before getting back into his car and driving away.
Leaving me alone like I was always meant to be.