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I sat back and wiped my mouth. “Hands off, boy.”

Mateo clenched his jaw and growled. “I need to fucking come. Let me suck you, let me—oh…shit.”

I devoured him again, picking up the tempo as I massaged a single saliva-slicked digit between his cheeks. He spread his legs wider, giving me better access. I released him with a pop to get a good look at him while I finished undressing.

“Show me that pretty hole,” I purred, stepping out of my jeans.

He tapped his entrance. “Are you gonna fuck me?”

“Yeah. You ready for me?” I slipped my finger inside his tight channel before he could reply.

He gasped. “Yeah. More.”

I obeyed, gently gliding my fingers in and out, in and out. “Stroke yourself, but don’t come.”

“Oh, my God.” Mateo squeezed his cock at the base, his eyes rolling in his head. “Just…just fuck me already. Don’t make me fucking beg.”

The self-control required not to just suit up, lube up, and mount him was on a superhuman level. After weeks of sensual exploration, I was vibrating with need. No begging necessary.

I added a third digit, working my fingers in and out of his hole a few times. Then I pulled away to grab supplies from his nightstand drawer.

My fingers trembled as I rolled on the latex and added lube. I was nervous, which was silly. This was just sex.

But it didn’t feel like meaningless sex anymore, and that should have scared me. It didn’t. At all.

I lined my sheathed cock at Mateo’s hole and pushed. We moaned, our eyes locked as I inched my way inside.

I moved slowly at first, savoring him. He was tight and hot, and so damn sexy. I rocked my hips and steadily upped the tempo till the room echoed with the sound of squeaky bedsprings and our soft hums and grunted sighs.

The carnal give-and-take was a perfect dance. I’d learned his body well over the past few weeks, and I knew Mateo liked to play a little rough. I rested my forehead on his, pistoning double time as he wrapped his legs around me and slipped a hand between our sweaty torsos.

“I’m gonna—I’m close,” he panted, jacking his cock faster still.

Fuck, I was too. I bit his bottom lip and licked it better. “Come for me, baby. Come.”

Mateo roared, shooting ribbons of jizz on both of us. That was it for me, too.

I fell apart in a blinding rush of white light, collapsing on my lover, my body quaking through the most intense orgasm I’d ever had.

I panted for air, blinking through the residual haze of lust. “You okay?”

“Okay isn’t a strong enough word,” Mateo countered softly.

“I know. This is…”

“So good,” he whispered.

I kissed his brow and nodded.

It was…beautiful. I didn’t want to ruin the moment with sappy sentiments, but that didn’t stop the smile from spreading across my face.

Whatever this was felt…real. The way I’d heard it was supposed to feel with the right person.

ChapterEleven

Mateo

This was new.