CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
MATTEO
The bus ride home to Sean’s apartment was excruciating. My cock was hard in my pants as I drank at his mouth. This prolonged foreplay was driving me crazy even if it was exciting kissing him in the back of a public bus. I regretted leaving the basement of the LGBTQ center, but we would be more comfortable in a bed.
Luckily, his apartment wasn't far from the bus stop and we rushed for the back entrance next to the club, his laughter and the light in his eyes like a song in my heart.
The moment we were in his apartment, he took my lips again, leading the kiss as he guided me into his bedroom. He’d been assertive all evening and I was looking forward to wrestling for control.
I thought about what he’d said in the basement. I supposed I enjoyed being the top. Whether I wanted that exclusively was something I’d discover tonight.
We were naked in an instant and tangled in the luxurious blanket, his legs hooking around mine, my lips sucking at his nipples as he grabbed my hair with a rough hand. We couldn’t get enough of each other and I prayed we never found complete satisfaction. I wanted him to crave me for the rest of his life and no matter how much we got from each other, it would never be enough.
I broke away, remembering my earlier request. “I should take a quick shower.”
“Alright,” he murmured and fondled his cock. “Don’t take too long. I’m dying here.”
I got up and on my way out the bedroom I said, “You should be thankful I’m letting your old ass pop my twink cherry.”
His laughter followed me into the bathroom. It was difficult for me to relate to those that didn’t have a relationship like ours. The thrilling and exciting bickering, the game of getting one over on each other, and an understanding of how we’d survived our past traumas bonded us.
I lingered under the water for long minutes, letting the heat penetrate my bones and wondering how I’d gotten here. It was amazing to me how a few sassy words I’d thrown at him when he’d first caught me inside the club could lead me to where I was. I decided I didn’t want to question it and washed thoroughly, paying special attention to my ass. I ran my soapy fingers around the tight ring of muscle, wondering what he’d feel like there. I wasn’t expecting it to be entirely pleasant, but I’d rather give my cherry to someone I trusted.
I didn’t bother toweling off, and jumped in bed with him, sopping wet. I shook my head like a dog, sending drops of water flying from my hair.
“You’re so annoying,” he complained and tried to shield himself, but he was all smiles.
He pushed me to the bed, flattened his tongue against my stomach and dragged it up, taking beads of moisture into his mouth. When he got to my nipple, he pulled the bud between his lips, sucking hard and sending a shock of pleasure through me. My natural inclination was to wrestle for the upper hand, but I didn’t mind putting myself in his care, either.
“Relax,” he whispered and kissed his way down my body, hitting all the sensitive places I didn’t know I possessed, like the spot under my navel that tickled. He looked up, his eyes remarkably kind. “You trust me.”
I wanted to say something smart and snarky, but drew a blank, so I simply nodded. I did trust him. I didn’t want to, and I hated that he had wiggled past my armor, but I knew I was in good hands.
He moved his muscular shoulders, guiding my legs over them as if he’d done it a million times before. He kissed my inner thigh, nipped at it, sending a chill through me.
“Hold on, brat, because I’m going to blow your mind,” he said with a smirk and pushed my ass off the mattress.
The shock of the moment stilled me, until he licked at my hole, and I saw stars. Literally fucking stars.
He’d done this many times before. Every lick and suck had me wiggling, and when he stiffened his tongue and pushed at my hole, the floodgates opened. I didn’t bother holding back my breathy moans and rasped curses. I didn’t care anymore. It no longer bothered me that he got to see me and everything that I was. Rimming me was more intimate than I could have imagined.
“I win,” he said against my crack and nipped at the cheek of my ass.
“Just wait until I get my cock in your ass again and last more than thirty seconds,” I countered. “I have a feeling you’re more bottom than vers.”
He released me and crawled up my body so that we were eye to eye. Smirking, he said, “You think it’s easy topping? You have to know how to fuck. How to move your hips and find that special spot. It’s not just about the back and forth.”
I pecked his lips and whispered, “Looks like I'm going to have a lot of practice, aren’t I, bottom-boy?”
He narrowed his eyes on me and growled then moved back down to resume driving me mad with his talented tongue. I beamed as he regained the upper hand. He was enjoying himself, likely more from making me squirm. I tried to come up with a counterattack to his counterattack, but it felt too good to stop.
He licked his way up my taint, sucking the supple skin of my balls into his warm mouth, his eyes shining with satisfaction. He’d won this round, hadn't he?
“Lube,” he commanded.
It took me a moment to realize what he was asking for, and I fumbled with the pump bottle, drawing a chuckle from him. He squirted some onto his fingers and rubbed it all over my crack. He probed at my hole, testing the give of my flesh with his thumb. He slipped in easily and I gasped, the sensation new and a bit shocking.
“How's that feel?” he murmured.
