Chapter 39
CHAPTER
THIRTY-NINE
Florian
Gentle music bounces around the room, easing the tremors of my heart.
I gaze at the bed.
It looked completely non-threatening before, with its white sheets and matching side-by-side pillows, but now my heartbeat quickens.
Mateo is at my side at once. “We can stop at any time. Even now. It’s fine.”
“Okay.” I nod, then square my shoulders. I can do this.
His gaze is tender, and he leads me to the bed. I feel better when I’m lying down on the soft mattress. I’m grateful that Mateo doesn’t make me explain that I really want this to happen again, that I know I should better control the nervousness on my face, but that I can’t.
Mateo crawls on top of me, straddling my body. I feel even better when he is there, and I relax into the pillows and gaze at his beautiful, sparkling face. He kisses me again. Kissing Mateo is always fantastic.
His hands move over my chest, and he takes off my shirt, then slips off my sweatpants. He kisses me everywhere, deep openmouthed kisses that suck up my skin, like he wants to inhale me. Warmth blooms from me in a dozen different places.
He gets off of me, then eases me to roll over. My heart beats faster all over again, because yes, lying face down on the bed naked is the sort of thing that means sex is coming.
And though I’m excited…
I’m also nervous.
I’ve never done this before.
Mateo trails kisses down my spine, and his hands move along my body, moving from location to location, muscular plane to muscular plane.
The world is only Mateo.
And then he is massaging my bottom. His strong, firm hands are exploring it, kneading me like dough. He presses kisses on my globes, then he reaches around me and finds my cock.
It’s hard.
Of course, it is.
It’s hard and leaking, its habitual state when Mateo is massaging me. I am his, and he knows my body better than I do.
He marvels at each section of my body. But then he must have studied each part during his training.
Mateo’s fingers brush over my cock, and I scramble up because I want him to have the best access. I bury my face in my pillow, vaguely conscious that I am thrusting my bottom in another man’s face, that I am behaving in a manner that would surprise my Mannheim teammates.
I don’t care.
And when Mateo slides his hands over my cock with more force, I really do not care.
And when…
My heart stops.
Because in the next moment, Mateo is spreading my cheeks, and in the moment after that, he is licking me.
There.
My most intimate, hidden place.
But Mateo is licking me there like he really enjoys it, like all of me is appealing.
I’m barely conscious of the sound of a plastic cap opening. Mateo keeps on running his tongue over my hole. Then he rubs his hands together and lifts his head.
I feel a finger being inserted into me.
It’s warm and nothing like the cold, too-large dildos that I tried to push inside of me under my covers in Mannheim. He wriggles his finger, exploring me.
It’s good.
Of course, it’s good.
I knew it would be good.
Warmth emanates through me, and it’s not just the Tennessee weather.
He inserts another finger, stretching me open, preparing me for him. My heartbeat thuds against the mattress, and I concentrate on the music flooding the room, and everything settles.
“You’re doing wonderful,” Mateo murmurs, and my chest warms, because I do want to do this well. It occurs to me that maybe I’m supposed to do more than just bury my face in my pillow and stick my bottom out, but Mateo doesn’t seem to mind.
This is my first time, and Mateo is patient and gentle, just like the faceless dream man when I allowed myself to imagine someone doing all the things I want done to me.
Crinkling sounds, and then I feel something at my entrance again. Something warm. Something larger than a finger. Something…
My heart expands.
Something exactly like Mateo.
“Take a breath,” Mateo says.
I do so obediently.
“And now exhale.”
And with that, Mateo slides inside of me.
Mateo and I are joined together.
We are one.
Mateo rocks back and forth inside me, and yes, there’s a slight pain, but it’s fine, really fine. Then his hands grab onto my hips, and his cock angles against that secret part of me, and then there’s no pain at all.
Pleasure surges through me, and I think I say something, but I’m not sure if it’s in English or German or no language at all.
Mateo chuckles softly behind me.
Mateo hits that spot over and over again. His strong, sturdy hands move over my body, and it’s delightful. It’s amazing.
Mateo came with me to Nashville, and even though I know it’s not forever, I can pretend now that it is forever, and we are the couple that the world thinks that we are.
He moves inside me, his throbbing cock pulsing, and tension tightens around me.
I’m not used to this pleasure.
I’m used to the pain of sore muscles and avoiding pucks and getting hit by pucks anyway. I’m used to being tackled and shoved. I’m used to fighting with other defensemen.
I’m not used to this.
And I love it.
Just like I…
I swallow the thought away.
Mateo is murmuring things to me in Spanish, and my heart expands and expands, and so does every part of my body, until finally I shatter.
The pillows are the most beautiful pillows that I’ve ever seen in my life, and I lay my head on them.
Mateo gives a delighted gasp. He thrusts again and again—and then he explodes inside me.
I am no longer a virgin.