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Micki

“Congratulations! Your first wedding anniversary! How does it feel?”

Nika smiles. “We’ve been together for so long, not much different than before, but I love saying ‘my husband’. That’s pretty cool.”

“And ‘my wife’!” élias gives her a big kiss on the cheek from behind. The two of them are cute together and for the first time I realize I’m not jealous of what they have anymore, because I have the best man in the world myself.

I lean back and enjoy how his big strong body holds me and how his warmth envelops me.

“What’s wrong with Mathéo?” You can’t fool Philipp. Together with Nika, we stand in the kitchen and prepare the drinks while our men set up Monopoly in the living room.

Spoiler: Mathéo will win because, just like in real life, he has a knack for numbers and money, but we always have fun anyway.

“He’s nervous. We’re going to his parents’ house this weekend.”

“To Rennes? Oh, I love Brittany. You definitely have to go up to the coast!” I always forget that élias is from there too and that Mathéo and he went to school together.

“You definitely have to go to the coast, but why is Mathéo nervous? Isn’t he happy?”

“No, honestly not. He says his father is difficult... in terms of tolerance and acceptance.” I look down at myself and pluck at the tiny bright green shorts from the Tommy Hilfiger women’s collection.

“You’re beautiful and if he can’t see that, he doesn’t deserve you in his life.” I know that. And yet I don’t want to make it any harder for Mathéo than it already is. At the end of the day, these are still his parents.

“But why are you going there at all then?” Philipp askes.

“Mathéo wants to clear the air. We’ve been together for six months, and he’s here every weekend. Sometimes his mother calls and he’s always vague about where he is and who he is with. He doesn’t want that anymore.”

“That means his parents don’t know he’s with a man?” Shaking my head, I answer Philipp’s question. “Okay, pour him some more gin, that boy needs to get out of his head!”

When we rejoin our men in the living room, Nika tips the bottle over Mathéo’s glass again and I start planning our way home.

***

A drunk Mathéo is a horny Mathéo. He can’t keep his hands off, and after the second gin and soda we have to leave because Mathéo is too frisky to be trusted around other people.

Luckily we can walk home, Philipp and Adrien only live five minutes away on foot, but when he pushes me against the wall of some random house and rolls his hips against my crotch, it feels like five kilometers.

I’m not even through the front door when my top is lying in a corner, and he starts tugging at my shorts.

“Stop. Under the shower, now. You smell like a liquor store.”

“You coming with me?” Mathéo is batting his eyelashes, trying to be seductive. I can’t think of any sensible reason to deny his request and drop my shorts in one go.

“Ah fuck, I can’t take these off you. So hot. So fucking hot.” Mathéo drops to his knees in front of me and licks my cock through the see-through lace thong.

This beautiful man on his knees in front of me is a sight in itself, with the way he looks at me with his big blue eyes, his pupils dilated and his cheeks slightly pink.

It's hard to not just give in, but I'm too sober to let him get in bed like this. “I'll put it back on for you after the shower, I promise.”

Slowly, and without letting go of my gaze, his index finger disappears into his mouth and I know what’s coming. By now Mathéo knows what he’s doing. He knows how to drive me crazy and I love how self-confident he has become in the last few months. He takes what he wants, while never forgetting what I need. There’s no more fear, no more insecurity, just uninhibited lust.

He only has one fingertip inside me, but the way he massages me makes all my nerve endings light up at once. The mixture of tension and pressure turns me into pudding, and my legs tremble.

“On the bed.” I reluctantly accept Mathéo letting go of me for the moment. We dry off quickly and I'm about to pull him into the bedroom with me when he shakes his head reprovingly. “You've forgotten something.”

Grinning, I slip back into my thong and a firm hand throws me onto the bed. Without hesitation, Mathéo takes his place between my legs again and with a drop of lube, his finger slides into me as if it belongs there.

It doesn’t take him long, the first pull of his finger hits my prostate and my hips shoot up towards him. “Fuck yes. Right there. Don’t stop.” He doesn’t stop, but his movements slow down.

“What ... what’s wrong?” I gasp and moan, but something is different, and I need to know what.

He hesitates a little over his reply. “Do you think, um, do you think that would work for me too? That I’d lose myself so completely when you’re doing ... you know?”

I’ve played with his hole a few times, but I’ve never penetrated him. So far it hasn’t felt like he’s loose enough and I don’t want to hurt him. “If you really want to, we can try it. But maybe when you’re sober and really know what you’re getting yourself into.”

Mathéo shakes his head vehemently. “No, now. I know I want this.”

“Okay, like ...” Before I can finish, he’s on all fours in front of me and I have the best view. I grab his ass cheeks with both hands and spread them. “I’ll ask you again. You want this?”

His muscle contracts in response.

“Then you need to loosen up.” Without warning, I let my tongue glide over his hole and a shiver runs through Mathéo’s body. His back stretches out and his head falls onto the pillow beneath him.

“Fuuuuck...”

I can’t help but grin.

“What, this?” And I lick again, this time a little longer, in circles while adding a little pressure. Mathéo’s breathing hitches and I can feel him relax with every lick of my tongue.

I reach for the lube and get my index finger nice and wet–that should be enough for today. The moment my finger swaps places with my tongue, Mathéo’s tenses. With gentle pressure, I imitate the movements of my tongue with my finger and when his hole is loose again, I dive in up to the first knuckle. I massage his muscle with light movements, just like Mathéo always does with me, and he instantly relaxes.

“Mmh, that feels good. I never thought ... oh, damn, that’s good.” Slowly, I work my finger deeper until I’m far enough to look for the “point de magie” , as my boyfriend calls it.

Mathéo’s reaction is immediate and unstoppable. He moans loudly as his hips shoot backwards with force and my finger sinks in as far as it will go. He whimpers and squirms as I stroke that spot again and again, which obviously works just as well for him as it does for me.

When Mathéo moves, I think he tries to reach his cock, but damn, I’ve never been so wrong. He slips forward, pulling my finger out of him, then turns around and is on top of me before I realize what’s happening. He carefully slips my thong over my legs and grabs a condom sheathing himself in record speed to lift up my ankles and practically folding me in half.

He is just putting his cock against my hole when he stops abruptly. “Oh, shit, is that... can I? Are you...?”

“Y... Ahhh!” That one sound is enough consent for Mathéo and he’s inside me. With one thrust I’m full to the hilt and fuck, that’s good.

Nothing is gentle and tender today, everything is passionate and wild, hard and unrestrained and I love it. I reach between my legs and grab my cock, Mathéo is on the edge and I want to come first.

We come at the same time, his twitching cock pulls me with him and we lose ourselves together in the best feeling in the world. “Fuck, mon chou, that was so hot. Everything with you is so fucking hot. You are so fucking hot.”

I know it’s probably a bit pathetic, but I still need those words so much, the reassurance that I’m doing it for him just as much as any woman he’s ever had, if not more. That’s why I love it when he looks me in the face during sex, when he sees me.

We are showered and cuddled up naked under the comforter when Mathéo rolls on top of me. “I have no idea what will happen the day after tomorrow, but I love you and I’m not giving up on you.”

“This is your family, I ...”

“Never, do you understand?”