Page 94 of XOXO

I didn’t know what to say because every bad thought I thought of had Matteo being offended or even grossed out. I loved him more than a friend.

“Did you really think I would react badly?” he scowled. “You’re my best friend. I might have been shocked at first, but I wouldn’t have turned my back on you. You’ve been my friend for years. Even if I didn’t feel the same, I would have preferred the awkward conversation, so I wouldn’t lose my best friend.”

“Fuck,” I said, covering my face with my hands. “I’m an idiot.”

“Yes, but you are my idiot,” he said, pulling me towards him, hugging me against his chest.

He leaned back, getting us comfortable as the sun rose, contributing beautiful colors and a new day.

“What does that mean for us?” I asked, feeling peaceful.

“I want to explore whatever this is with you,” he said, squeezing me. “I feel like I have a lot of things to experience and everything we’ve done so far has felt right.”

“Yeah, it has,” I said, sitting up and kissing him.

He groaned into our kiss before taking control. We kissed like it was the first time, exploring each other.

“Want to explore more?” I asked in between kisses.

“Fuck yeah,” he said.

I straddled his hips, feeling him hard underneath me. I wondered what he would feel like fucking into me in this position. The blanket fell off my shoulders, the cool air making me break into goosebumps. We kissed like this until I had him riled up enough from grinding on him.

“Take your cock out,” I groaned, pulling out my cock.

He quickly pulled himself out, a bead of precum on the tip of his cock calling out for me to lick it up. I swiped with my finger, tasting him, moaning and sucking my finger like I would his cock.

“Tease,” Matteo grunted, as I took our cocks in my hand.

I spit in my hand, coating us, making it easier to stroke our cocks. Matteo moaned loudly, his head tilting back, exposing the tendons in his neck.

“Fuck, why does that feel so good?” He tightened his grip on my hips as I fucked us slow with my hand.

“I don’t know, but fuck, seeing us together in my hand is a fucking dream,” I groaned, thrusting into my hand.

“Did you jerk off with thoughts of us?” he grunted, thrusting his hips up into my fist.

“More than I’d like to admit,” I gasped, when Matteo grasped our cocks at the tip.

We stroked together in sync and he twisted his hand every time we thrust up. It was more than I could handle and I came first, coming all over Matteo’s shirt. He didn’t last much longer, spilling all over his hand, his shirt and some on his chin.

“Damn, it’s like you hadn’t come in weeks,” I said, admiring our handiwork, licking the cum off his chin.

Matteo chuckled. “Group sex and sex with you is more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced.”

“Good,” I said, pecking his lip, sliding off him. “Let’s keep it that way.”

Matteo looked down his shirt, shaking his head before taking it off and cleaning his hand.

“So, are we still doing this with Vi or are we⁠—”

“I like what we have now, don’t you?” I asked, realizing I wasn’t just scared for us, but what that meant for the group.

He nodded. “I like it too. Last night was intense, but we worked well together.”

“Yeah we did, I was surprised Ru let us join. I thought he was going to take her away and do their own thing.” I looked out at the sun getting higher, still a little worried that might happen.

“I think he likes her a lot more than he’s letting on,” Matteo said, throwing his shirt on the floor. “She’s good for him. Maybe she’s good for all of us.”