“Do you need something?”
“Please. Need you.” I don’t know that I’m supposed to ask for something like that after a punishment. He did say the whole situation would be done. Does that mean sex? Please let it mean sex.
“I need you, too, Firecracker.” Before I can say anything, his finger pushes inside me. I tense briefly before relaxing.
I’m still partly offline after that whole experience. All I can do is relax and let him prep me, alternating between pushing back into him and thrusting forward to rub my cock against his thighs. It’s so good I almost don’t realize how close I am in time to stop. It’s only when Matthias pegs my prostate a few times that I notice my orgasm sneaking up on me.
“Now,” I demand. “Please.”
Matthias moves me onto the bed, laying me on my stomach and moving a pillow under my hips. I wouldn’t want it all the time, but on a night like this when he takes charge, I’m okay with him manhandling me into the exact position he wants.
I hear the tear of a condom wrapper and wait expectantly, knowing exactly what comes next. It’s only a few seconds before the tip of his cock notches against my hole.
He takes me in three deep strokes, burying himself deep inside me. “Fuck, Firecracker. You look so good like this. Your red ass taking my cock so nicely.”
Shit. I wish he could take a picture and save it for me, but I definitely don’t do that. Not that I don’t trust Matthias, but those things have a way of getting out.
I expect him to take me hard tonight, both of us pent up and on edge. Instead, he takes me gently, long strokes that set my whole body on fire.
“Matthias,” I moan into the pillow. “I—” Each thrust rubs my cock against the pillow, giving me the hard friction I crave right now. It’s perfect, but my body is ready to explode, balls drawn uptight.
“I’m close, Firecracker.” He sounds wrecked, his voice low and raspy. “Come with me.”
It’s all the permission I need before I come, my body clamping down tight and squeezing Matthias’s cock. He stutters and manages a few more strokes before I feel him fill the condom.
I must fall asleep because the next thing I know, I wake up under the covers, tucked into Matthias’s side.
“You okay, Firecracker?”
I shift experimentally. Yeah, my ass is going to be sore for a few days. “A little tender, but okay.”
“You let me know if that changes, okay? Promise?”
“I promise.” I curl further into him, if that’s even possible.
“Firecracker?”
“Hmmm…”
“I think you should move in with me.” That comment is so out of the blue that I sit up straight, almost clocking Matthias in the jaw with my movement. “Before you say no, we can call it a test run, if it makes you feel better. There’s no reason for you to pay rent on a place when you’re here most of the time. Besides”—he takes a long, deep breath—“I want you here. I’ve wanted to ask for a while, but I held back. I think that was the wrong choice. You should be here. You belong here.”
“Okay.” I don’t know where that answer comes from. I had a hundred arguments for why it’s a terrible idea in my head, but now they’re all missing.
“Frank, I don’t want to pressure you into this…”
I lie back down, using his furry chest as a pillow. “You’re not. I want to.”
“Good, then it’s decided.”
Decided. I like that word. It’s settled, the same way I feel here tonight. Like for once, everything is coming together exactly as it should.
Chapter Twenty-Three
MATTHIAS
I tapmy finger against the arm of the chair outside the conference room. I’m prepared for this. Overprepared even. My mind is full of all the things I want to say during this interview. I’ve written out responses to questions I think they’ll ask, practiced answering in the mirror, and thought through every eventuality I can think of. I spent every spare minute of the last week prepping. With it being the first week of the new year, other things have been relatively light. It’s still meant a lot of late nights, which I hate. I never loved staying up, but now that it means I don’t get to fall asleep next to Frank, I loathe it. Sure, he’s there when I eventually crawl between the sheets, but it’s a different feeling than drifting off together.
So why am I so nervous?
