“Feels good, hm?” I ask as I grind my hips against him, feeling the sting of his dick stretching me wide. A sting so good.
He nods, his Adam’s apple bobbing, his fingers gripping my hips lightly. We fucked hard and fast this morning, a rough fuck before we went to work, and now we’re back home. I cooked us dinner, we drank some wine on the balcony under the stars, and then I sat on his cock in the middle of the movie, unable to help myself.
He let me too.
He’s always hard for me.
“So good. You always feel good,” he breathes and then drags a hand down to where our bodies meet, his finger touching my rim as I slide in and out of him.
“You like that, huh?” I ask as I sink down on him, slower than before, letting him feel how he enters me.
“I do, I can’t believe you can take me like this.”
I grin at him as I continue to work his cock. Work my magic on him.
“I can show you what it feels like, to have something up your ass, if you want.”
I feel his dick jump inside of me, and I lean toward him, brushing my nose along his neck.
“I could eat your ass, stick my tongue up inside of you, show you the wonders of your prostate.”
Matthew groans, his pulse picking up speed. His fingers tighten against me and he rams his hips up, showing me without words how much he likes that idea.
Oh, well then of course, now I need to show him. Maybe tonight when we’re cuddled in bed, I’ll peel his pants down and lick him to within an inch of his life. Oh, or maybe I’ll put him in some lingerie and then drag it off with my teeth.
I like that idea a whole hell of a lot.
I want him in lingerie again, and I want my tongue up his hole.
Matthew leans forward, his butt nearly off the couch as he holds on to my back, rocking roughly into me, hitting me at an angle that penetrates me deeper than he ever has before. I cry out at the sting of it, my body clenching in response, my hole constricting around his cock.
“Gonna fuck the cum right out of you, Cooper,” he growls, and I moan louder, loving when he gets all feral. It almost tops him saying he loves me.
Fuck, I should say it back, should shout it to the world.
Because I do. I do love him. Of course I do.
But no. Not yet. Not?—
His cock slams into me, and I erupt.
I clutch his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as Matthew grinds up into me, shoving his dick so far inside of me that I nearly feel it inside my throat. The way his cock pulses his release, the way it marks every part of me. I wiggle against him, drawing it out, smearing his essence inside of me.
Matthew’s forehead falls to my shoulder, and he mouths at my collarbone.
With trembling lips against my skin, words barely able to be formed, he whispers that he loves me once more and my heart melts, expands, becomes a flighty, formless thing.
I love you too.
I love him.
But I don’t say it. I save it for another time. Save it for a special moment. A moment we’ll always remember. So, I just kiss him in response and hope he can feel it.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Matt
Two weeks later…