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He growled when I laughed at him. I pushed my own pants out of the way and took both our cocks in my hand, coating our shafts with the precum dripping from our slits. Then I spit on our crowns and watched the saliva run over us. Matteo pushed my hand out of the way and gripped our cocks so hard he made me cry out. His strokes were fast and rough. I thrust my hips, desperate to slide through his fisted hand.
Knowing I would come any second if I didn’t regain focus, I wrapped a hand around his throat and used my thumb to push his chin up. He dragged his eyes away from our dicks and focused on me. “Is this what you want? Do you want it fast and quick right here on the couch?”
“I want it every possible way with you.”
“You can’t have it all right now. Tell me what you want most, Matteo. I’m going to make you feel so fucking good.”
“You always do, but I want your mouth. I want your hot lips around me. I want to come down your throat.”
He let go of me, and I managed to stand so I could shove my pants down and fumble my way out of them. He lifted his hips and did the same, shimmying his sweatpants down his legs. When we were both naked, he lay back on the couch and I knelt between his legs, but he shook his head.
“Come up here. I want to taste you too. I want to swallow your dick while you take mine.”
“Fuck.” I couldn’t remember us ever having done that, which was crazy because we’d done a hell of a lot, but so much of our fucking had been done standing up, so this particular position wouldn’t have been easy.
“Now,” he demanded.
“Jesus, even when you need comfort you’re so fucking bossy.”
“Learn to move faster.”
I glared at him. “Keep complaining, and I’ll use my teeth.”
“The fuck you will. Do that, and I’ll punish you until you’re begging and crying, knowing you’ll never disappoint me again.”
I snorted. “I’d like to see you try.”
He raised his brows. “Would you?”
How far did I want to take this? How rough did I want him to get? “I don’t know.”
“What I know right now is that you’re going to straddle my shoulders and give me your dick. Then you’re going to take mine in your mouth and choke on it.”
“See, you’re going to make me cry anyway.”
“That’s right, I want your face all sloppy wet with spit and tears. I want cum running down your chin. I want you filthy for me.”
“Sweetheart, I’ve been filthy for you since the day we met.”
He groaned. “You’re so fucking amazing.”
“Don’t forget it.” I straddled him like he had ordered me to, but I kept my hips high enough that my cock was just out of reach of his mouth.
“Don’t fucking tease me.”
Instead of answering, I wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, angling it so I could swallow it down, taking the whole length to the back of my throat in one quick movement. The sound he made was fucking delicious—part cry, part something so animalistic I couldn’t describe it.
He grabbed my ass, pulling my cheeks apart and yanking me toward his mouth. I choked around him when he took me down because it felt so good I forgot how to breathe.
We each worked over the other, licking, sucking, pulling off only long enough to tease and torment, then taking each other down again. Matteo lifted his hips, driving into my mouth so hard I couldn’t catch my breath. I kept forgetting to breathe through my nose as I was being wrecked, but I fucking loved it. I was going to be as messy as he wanted me, and I didn’t care because the way his mouth felt around my cock was heaven. He knew exactly what I liked best. He used his thumb to tease my hole, then pressed his way inside, quickly adding his other thumb to stretch me. He pushed them both deep, and it was too much.
I pulled off of him to cry out as I came down his throat. “Fuck. Take it. Take every drop.”
He swallowed around me, and the sensation was life-changing, so fucking intense, so perfect. When I finally finished, Matteo slid his hands into my hair, gripping it unnecessarily tight and shoving my face down. “Swallow it all,” he ordered. Seconds later he growled, “I’m going to come now. I’m going to fucking feed you.”
I choked on his cum, desperately trying to swallow it all.
When he finally finished and let me go, I spent several moments dragging in air and learning how to breathe again. Once my lungs were working, I managed to climb off him, stumble to the bathroom, clean myself up, then bring him a washcloth. When he was as clean as he could get without a shower, we moved to the floor and lay on the soft rug by the fireplace. Matteo pillowed his head on my chest and hiked a leg over mine as I stroked his hair.
