Page 4 of Hidden Intentions (Quick Bites: MM Short Stories #3)

Matt

The car rolled to a stop, jolting me back to reality as I tore myself away from Kevin.

“That’ll be fifteen fifty, please.”

I fumbled for my wallet and shoved a handful of bills at the driver, not caring if I overpaid, before scrambling out of the car. He deserved the tip for putting up with our indiscretion. Kevin was already out by the time I rounded the back of the car.

We walked up the steps in silence to the main door of my townhouse.

I unlocked the door and felt Kevin right behind me as we walked through the dark entryway into the living room.

“Wow. Nice place you have here.” His gaze roamed the space. He didn’t say much, but I felt his eyes on me as I peeled off my coat. Having him in my space made it feel smaller. The room narrowed, until it was just Kevin and me.

He cleared his throat, shrugging off his jacket as well.

I hesitated. What now? Do we just get to it? A small chit-chat to set the rules of whatever this is? Hell, I had no idea how this was supposed to go, so I went with the first thing that came to mind. “You want to wash up first?”

He shook his head, reaching up to brush away a stray strand of hair that had fallen over my eyes.

My heart leaped into my throat. “Uh, maybe we should—”

“Kiss me, Matt.”

I couldn’t look. Couldn’t bear to turn my face to his. I stood there, shaking like a leaf, until strong arms closed around me. “Unless you changed your mind?”

Whatever words I had in my mouth died there as I shook my head. We’d already crossed too many lines, and some sick side of me—the part that had no sense of resistance—didn’t want this to stop. “Not here,” I whispered, my voice hoarse. The neighbors could see in quite easily through my windows. I looked at him, finally.

Then I sealed my fate. “Let’s go upstairs.”

He nodded and followed behind me. I could feel his gaze burning into my back as we climbed the stairs and reached my bedroom.

I flicked on the lights, but before I could step into the room, Kevin’s hands were already on me, holding my waist. He walked us into the room as the door clicked shut behind us, and his breath fanned the back of my neck, making the skin there prickle.

“If you want to back out, now’s your chance, Professor.” He spun me to face him. His pupils were blown wide. They’d turned into dark pools of intent and something else that made my heart pound.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to stop once we start,” he murmured. His hands slid down to my hips, fingers digging into my pants, hard enough for me to feel the pressure and bite of his nails.

Before I knew it, I was kissing him. He’d asked for it after all.

“Good boy.” He moaned into the kiss, his breath hot and intoxicating against my lips.

Good boy.

I let out a soft whimper as the words vibrated through me. How I missed being spoken to like that.

His tongue flicked against mine, drawing me deeper into the kiss as heat pooled low in my stomach, sending a jolt straight to my cock. I wasn’t prepared for the passion with which he devoured my lips, making me ache with need, wanting more... more of him.

Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I pressed into him, my erection touching his hardness. I’d thought we were the same height, but he was a couple of inches taller. I had to raise myself onto my toes to chase more of that delicious friction.

“ Mmph ...” I groaned into his mouth as I rolled my hips against him.

He pulled away from my lips, dragging his thumb across my bottom one with a quiet sigh. “You’re making me go crazy, Professor.”

He leaned in again, kissing me while his hands gathered my shirt, tugging it up over my head. When he pulled away, I couldn’t help but watch him as he stripped off his shirt. He took it off like he had all the time in the world and no one could make him go faster.

That confidence. That bloody, beautiful confidence.

It was intoxicating.

My eyes drank him in, from the sculpted chest and the ridges of abs, to the faint trail of hair leading below his waistband. In one go, he pulled off his pants and boxers. His cock bobbed with precum glistening at the tip. It stood loud and proud, veiny and monstrous, with the virility of youth.

Desire hit me like a tidal wave with the need to have him in my mouth. Closing the space between us, I met his gaze. The hunger there was undeniable. I knew exactly what that look meant.

I dropped to my knees, and didn’t miss the brief flash of approval that flickered in his eyes.

“Good boy.” His voice was low and lust laced as he brought the swollen purple head of his cock to my lips, teasing them with gentle taps. “Open up for me.”

I parted my lips without hesitation, my tongue darting out to taste him before he could push inside. The salty tang hit my taste buds and I groaned.

“That’s it,” he murmured, threading his fingers into my hair, gripping tight enough to send a shiver down my spine. I leaned into his hold, craving more, desperate for it. Inch by inch, I took him deeper, loving the weight of him in my mouth. Precum coated my tongue, the scent of him filling my nostrils.

He let out a harsh moan as his hips jerked forward. “So eager,” he grunted. “You want this so bad, don’t you?”

I hummed around him as my hands gripped his thighs, urging him on.

There was no point in denying it now.

I’d wanted him from the first day I saw him.

Having him now was a fucking dream, and I wasn’t ready to wake up anytime soon.

The pull on my hair tightened as he thrust his hips harder, hitting the back of my throat. The sudden force caught me off guard and I gagged around him, the sound raw and wet, but the way his eyes narrowed told me he loved it. He did that a few more times, going all the way to the back of my throat. The filthy, wet sounds that left my lips as I choked on his cock were uncontrollable. Saliva dripped from the sides of my mouth, landing between my knees.

“Wider,” he commanded.

I relaxed my jaw as much as I could, desperate to take him the way he wanted. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as he pushed deeper, but I didn’t pull back. Instead, I dug my fingers into his thighs, grounding myself, begging for more.

“Good boy,” he groaned. “You’re taking me so perfectly.”

The praise excited me, despite the ache in my throat. His pace quickened, each thrust more demanding, and I struggled to keep up. Tears streamed down my cheeks, but the guttural sounds spilling from him as he fucked my mouth with his eyes fixed on me through a clouded gaze were worth every moment.

“You can take it, can’t you?” he rasped, his voice shaky with need. “My perfect boy.”

I nodded as best I could, my hands sliding up his thighs, holding on as he pushed me closer to my limit. The mix of control and surrender sent a rush of heat through me, pooling low in my belly, spreading to my balls and throbbing at the tip of my cock. Desperation clawed at me, and I slid my hand down to palm myself through my pants. The slight pressure sent me hurtling over the edge. I shuddered, waves of pleasure ripping through me as I spilled into my pants.

“Fuck,” Kevin groaned, tipping his head back. Every muscle of his abs flexed as he moved. “You feel so good. So fucking good.”

His movements slowed, a teasing roll of his hips now, and I coughed, gasping for air.

“You okay?” His fingers trailed over my jaw before he eased out, though his eyes still burned with hunger.

I licked my swollen lips, breathless. “Yes.”

His gaze drifted down my chest to the wet spot on my pants. A slow, knowing smirk curved his lips. “You’re such a cockslut, Professor.” He shook his head in mock disbelief. “Making a mess of yourself over a little dick play in your mouth, huh?”

I swallowed hard, my gaze dropping instinctively to the floor as something darker curled in my stomach. I couldn’t meet his eyes. Not for what I was about to ask of him next.

“What if I am? Would you punish me for that?” I lifted my eyes to his.

This... wasn’t an olive branch I was offering here. It was a matchstick.

And I was hoping he would provide the fire to light it up.

Kevin’s face changed, his eyes taking on a predatory glint. “And why would I do that?”

My cheeks burned with embarrassment. “I came without your permission. Would you punish me for that?”

I was half expecting shock and repulsion. Not everyone was into this kind of stuff. To hope that he was might be... too much. But I sensed it in him.

He stared at me for one... two... three seconds. There was a flicker of something in his eyes. Whatever it was sent a bolt of heat through my chest.

He didn’t look shocked. He looked amused, as if he already knew this part of me.

“Do you want to be punished for that?”

Warmth spread to my neck now, but it wasn’t just from the embarrassment anymore. My spent cock did a little twitch back to life. “Yes.”

His chest rose with a deep breath. “Indigo. Use it when you need to, and I’ll stop.”

The arousal that flooded through me almost made me moan.

Seconds later, it did.

His hand cracked across my cheek with full force, snapping my head to the side. A sound escaped me—half gasp, half moan.

Ah, it stung so bad.

Tears welled up in my eyes and I blinked them back as scorching heat spread across my face.

It felt so damn good.

My entire body burned with need and anticipation. Hit me again . . . please . . .

Slap.

“Who told you to have all the fun without my permission?”

Slap.

“Such a freaky little shit.”

Slap.

A cry crawled up my throat as my cock throbbed in my pants, harder now. The stinging pain only made the ache more intense.

I didn’t want him to stop.

I wanted more.

Kevin’s hand clamped around my neck. “You get off on the pain and the degradation, huh?”

My heart skipped a beat, adrenaline pumping through my veins as I met his heated gaze.

His fingers slid up to grab my chin with a punishing hold. He leaned down, a mere breath from my lips, his pointed gaze intent. “You do not come unless I tell you to, Matt.”

He seized my mouth in a brutal kiss, stealing my breath with it. Sparks set off inside me as my cock strained against my damp boxers. His tongue dove into my mouth, assaulting my senses in every way possible. He sank his teeth into my bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood. The coppery taste mingled with our saliva but he didn’t pull back. The harder he sucked on my lip, the more the sharp sting fueled my arousal.

“Sorry,” I moaned into the kiss. “I’m sorry.”

He pulled back suddenly, separating our lips with a loud smack.

His eyes were dark, and it made me shiver.

“On your feet.”

I obeyed without hesitation. As I stood, his gaze dropped to my pants with a silent command. He didn’t have to say the words.

My fingers trembled a little as I worked the button of my pants open and pulled down the zipper. Sliding my thumb into the waistband of my boxers, I pushed both my pants and boxers down, stepping out of them as they pooled at my feet.

His eyes swept over me, dark and approving. I couldn’t look away from Kevin either. He was breathtaking, as stunning as a young Adonis, all raw beauty and unrestrained desire. His cock glistened with my saliva and precum, flushed and impossibly hard, like it could explode any moment. Knowing I’d done that to him sent a rush through my veins.

He made a tsking sound then let out a low chuckle. It was almost mocking, yet undeniably sexy. “You really want me, Professor.”

There was no denying it. Every inch of me betrayed the truth. I was drawn to him with a pull so intense it felt inescapable. This wasn’t just desire, or lust. It was a consuming need.

For eight years, I’d resisted this kind of play. I knew the devastation it could bring if trust and surrender were placed in the wrong hands. One wrong move and I wouldn’t be able to pick myself up again. That’s why most of my recent flings, though satisfying, had been painfully vanilla. I always maintained my sense of control. But this boy...

He was dangerous. A walking, talking, career-ending bait.

Yet here I was, falling into his gravity, and I couldn’t do a damn thing to stop it.

“How long?”

The question caught me off guard.

He tilted his head, studying me like he already knew the answer and was waiting for me to admit it.

“How long have you wanted me?” Kevin pressed, his tone leaving no room for evasion, and no opportunity to offer anything but the truth.

My throat tightened as my gaze fell to his feet, heat rising up my neck. “Since the first day of class.”

Laughter, low and deep, rumbled from his chest. “Wow, Professor. You are full of surprises today.” Just as quickly, his laughter faded, replaced by a smoldering intensity in his eyes that made my knees go weak. “Come here.”

I closed the distance between us without hesitation.

One hand snaked around my waist, the other closing around my neck again. His thumb pressed down on the carotid artery, and a shudder ran through me at the pressure. He tightened his chokehold and I whimpered, gasping for air.

“Take us both in your hand, Matt.”

I gripped both of our cocks, pressing them together, the slick, thick head of his rubbing against mine. He thrust into my hands and a jolt shot down my spine—intense, electric, nothing like when I touched myself. It was maddening.

I couldn’t tear my gaze away from him or where our bodies met. It was so damn erotic, the obscene squelching sounds of dick on dick as precum leaked from our slits, coating our lengths.

He groaned with a pained look on his face as he thrust harder into my grip, each slick grind sending sparks everywhere.

My hips bucked on their own, faster, chasing more, anything to push me closer to that edge. My legs buckled under the pressure and he caught me before they gave out. His hand slid down my waist to deliver a sharp slap on my ass. I gasped as the hand around my neck tightened. It was almost too much.

My eyes squeezed shut as the sensation pulsed through me.

“ Kevin... ” I moaned through it, taking in as much air as possible.

Another hard slap landed on the other butt cheek, pulling a needy whimper from my throat as the sting turned into deep, aching pleasure.

“Don’t lose your grip,” Kevin rasped, hot against my ear.

Black spots clouded my vision, and my head grew light from the mix of pain and pleasure. The room blurred into a hazy mist as I drew closer to the edge, teetering between restraint and letting go.

“Please...” I breathed against his face. My balls drew tight and my body wound so hard it felt like I might break. I forced my eyes open, finding his gaze already on me. His pupils were blown wide, dark thunderstorms of lust.

“Please...” The word came out hoarse from my throat, barely audible.

“Please what?”

“Please can I have permission to come?”

He groaned as approval flashed in his hooded gaze. He let go of my neck, bringing both hands to my butt and pulling me against him. “Come for me, Matt.”

I squeezed my eyes shut as the throbbing in my cock reached its peak and I let go. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me. Thick ropes of cum spilled between my fingers, painting his abs and mine.

“There you go,” he whispered, his voice like smooth butter, coaxing me through the storm. “Give it all to me.”

His hips moved faster, driving against me with unrelenting need. Somewhere in the middle of it, my cum-stained hands had sunk into his hair and his lips had taken mine in another kiss. I clung to him, barely able to breathe, as the last waves of my orgasm racked through me.

“Ah, Professor,” Kevin gritted out, his breath coming out in quick short pants. His hardness rutted against my abdomen, spreading the semen from his abs onto me, the smell of cum filling my nostrils, and I wondered why he’d pushed me to come when he hadn’t. His cock was throbbing harder, coated in my cum and even thicker than before. It was unfair that he was simply edging himself while I had come all over us. Now I was desperate to see him break apart as well.

He pressed a kiss to the spot just below my mouth. “For someone with a hard exterior, you’re like fucking putty in my arms, Professor. And your cock...” The corners of his lips curled as he glanced down. “Well, I think your cock likes me very much.”

I couldn’t argue with that. I’d come twice, but it seemed my body wanted more if the little tingle in my groin meant something.

I nodded my head instead.

“Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.” He smiled, so confident and so goddamn beautiful.

He claimed my mouth, sucking my tongue between his teeth before biting down just hard enough to make my knees buckle. The sharp blend of pain and pleasure left me gasping and lit every nerve like a damn Christmas tree. He knew exactly how to mess with my head and my body.

And I liked it.

Liked it too damn much, being strung out to the edge, completely at his mercy. I never thought I’d ever show this side of me again, but this boy was drawing things from me I never thought I’d do.

“I could kiss you all night,” he whispered, his voice rough with need. “But I can’t hold back any longer. I need to be inside you.” He nipped my lip and let me go.

My body swayed slightly in the absence of his hold. He crossed the room to where his jeans lay on the floor, and my eyes followed his every move, every shift of his muscles, the curve of his back, the tautness of his ass as picked up his jeans from the floor and rummaged through his pocket. He pulled out a long strip of condoms, and I couldn’t help but wonder just what he’d planned when he walked into that bar.

“I have enough condoms to last us the night,” he said.

I eyed the strip. “You sure do. Seems like someone came prepared.”

He smirked, tearing one off. “Optimism, Matt. Ever heard of it?”

I smiled, feeling a lot lighter after my second release. “Yeah? Is that what you kids call walking around with a damn party pack?”

He laughed, his playful gaze running over me. The shift in our dynamic, the way he met me moment for moment, emotion for emotion, made my chest ache in a way that I did not wish to think about right now.

Kevin arched an eyebrow at me. “You gonna be helpful and grab me some lube, or do you prefer other means?”

I hobbled to my dresser and pulled out the bottle from a drawer. His eyes lit up as he took it from me, reading the label.

“Oh, it’s scented. Strawberry pound cake?” His brow lifted again, that naughty smile creeping back onto his lips.

“I like that fragrance,” I said, rolling my eyes. “I have an unscented one if you prefer that.”

“No, it’s fine... Interesting taste you have there, Professor.”

He sheathed his cock in a condom, dribbling the lube over his length and his fingers.

“Turn around.”

He stepped behind me. Cool fingers met my skin as he traced the tight ring of muscle, teasing me open with slow, deliberate strokes. One finger pushed in, stretching me just enough to make me gasp. I gripped onto the dresser.

He chuckled, his free hand gripping my hip, keeping me steady. He licked the shell of my ear, his voice dropping to a low whisper. “Move your feet apart for me, Professor.”

Arching my back, I parted my feet wider.

He added another finger, scissoring them, working me open for him.

“Look at you,” he growled into my ear. “Taking my fingers so perfectly. You know what’s coming next, don’t you?”

I nodded, panting, too lost in the heat pooling in my belly to form any words.

His teeth scraped my shoulder, and a shudder ripped me apart. I barely had time to recover before a third finger pressed in, stretching me wider.

Another gasp spilled from my lips when he curled them onto my prostate. My head tipped back, resting against his chest as I rocked back on his fingers, desperate for more, for deeper, for everything.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Get that slutty hole nice and ready for me.”

With each word, he drove his fingers in harder, slamming into that sweet spot until my vision blurred.

“Kevin—” His name was a breathless plea, half formed, half swallowed by the sensations unraveling me from the inside out. Pleasure spread from that spot to the tips of my toes, breaking me into shivers. I clenched around his digits, chasing after more.

Then he pulled his fingers out, making me whimper at the loss. Grabbing my hips, he lined himself up. The blunt head of his cock pressed against my hole, and I gripped his hands to brace myself.

“Breathe,” he said, the only warning I got before he pushed in.

I gasped at the breach, my muscles stretching to take him. He filled me inch by inch, forcing me open until he was sheathed to the base. My fingers clawed at his hands as the burn left my breath coming out in harsh pants.

Kevin groaned. He pressed his forehead against the back of my neck. “Tight as fuck.” His grip on my hips tightened.

Each thrust forced me onto my toes as he drove into me. Oh, how I’d missed this—the ache of being filled. Stretched. Claimed.

I scrambled for balance, nails digging into his skin as he rammed into me, going deeper with every thrust.

“Ah, fuck!” he hissed, breathing hard down my neck. “Fuck. Fuck.”

He shifted his stance, gripping the back of my thighs and lifted me off the ground like I weighed nothing. The shock had me kicking my legs before instinct made me lean back into his chest, holding onto his arms for dear life. “Put me down!” My voice cracked somewhere between panic and arousal. In my thirty-six years, I’d never been picked up like that, and certainly not while speared on a dick.

“I’m going to fall, Kevin!”

“Hold on,” he gritted out, adjusting his grip. He started walking toward the bed, keeping me impaled on his cock. With each step, he dragged me down his length.

My sphincter clamped around him and he groaned.

“You can take it. Relax for me, Matt.”

He winced, pulling out halfway, then slammed home, knocking the breath from my lungs. A strangled moan ripped from my throat, pleasure and pain blurring into one. My cock throbbed, precum dripping from the tip, wetting my abdomen as it swung with each punishing thrust.

Everything was exactly what I wanted. All of my fantasies. All of my darkest needs.

Fulfilled.

By him.

He dropped me onto the mattress and crawled on top of my back, pinning me down with his weight. Nudging my legs apart with his, he lined up his cock against me and pushed in. I gasped, gripping the sheets between my fingers as shockwaves ran through me. His thrusts were reaching deep, hitting my sweet spot, dragging my cock against the sheets.

The double stimulation sent fire racing through my veins, every thrust pushing me deeper into the mattress, every drag against the sheets winding me tighter. It was too much and not enough all at once, my body caught between pleasure and desperation.

“Fuck,” I choked out, pushing back against him, chasing more of it.

His fingers clamped around my wrists, pinning them into the mattress as he drove into me.

“You feel so fucking good, Professor,” he growled, his thrusts becoming more urgent. He leaned down, bringing his face close to mine. I met him halfway, our lips locking in another scorching kiss, swallowing both our groans with it. The obscene sound of his body slapping against mine as he fucked me echoed through the room, making everything feel more heightened.

His nails dug into my wrists, hard, making my whole body tremble under him.

“Kevin . . .”

“Yes?”

“Permission to come.” I winced. The pain and the buildup had me teetering on the edge of another orgasm.

“Don’t . . . not yet . . .” he panted.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head. I couldn’t hold it. My body was out of control.

I clenched around him.

“Ah, shit!” Kevin growled. His hold around my wrists tightened as his thrusts lost coordination. “Come!”

My body trembled as I came a third time, muffling my moans into the pillow. Kevin pulled out and flipped me onto my back, straddling my chest. His eyes burned into mine as he tore off the condom, bringing the tip of his cock to my lips.

I met his heated gaze, still reeling from my orgasm as he pumped his cock, dragging the head along my mouth, smearing precum against my lips.

“Fuck,” he gritted out when I flicked my tongue over his slit, and his cock jerked. His body tensed, muscles going taut as warm cum shot into my mouth. He came undone with a loud grunt.

I swallowed it down like it was the most delicious thing in the world, savoring the salty-sweet taste and the way his whole body shuddered in the aftermath.

A string of curses spilled from his lips as he looked down at me, eyes hazy, heavily panting, chest glistening with sweat.

“You’re something else, Professor.” He traced a thumb along my bottom lip before leaning in, capturing my mouth in a long slow kiss.

I must’ve lost myself in the daze and drifted off because the sound of a wrapper tearing caught my ears, and my eyes opened just as the mattress dipped with Kevin’s weight.

“That was it for the first round. Are you ready for number two, Matt?”

Stunned, my brow furrowed. You’ve got to be kidding me.