Penn’s ass was a work of art. I imagined if Michelangelo were still alive, it would be his muse. I kneeled so my face was even with it, kissed and lightly bit each cheek.
“Hungry?” Penn joked.
“Ravenous.”
I spread him and dove in, licking his hole, fucking eating him until he was moaning. His arm jerked, knocking my lamp to the ground, but I didn’t give a shit.
“Fuck, Gid.”
I stood and opened my desk drawer. “Oh, we’re getting to that part.” I pulled out the bottle of lube and quickly released my hard cock from the confines of my pants.
I poured lube in my palm and jacked my dick while I pressed into his hole with my thumb.
“Just fuck me,” he begged.
I lined up the tip, leaned across his body so my chest was against his back, and slid in. We both released breaths that might as well have been like shouting, “Thank God.”
I moved in him slowly at first but when he starting pushing against me, I knew he needed more. I lifted his left leg and rested it on my desk, opening him up wider for me.
“Fucking beautiful,” I groaned.
“More.”
“Okay, babe.”
I pulled almost all the way out and slammed into him repeatedly, desperate for him to come first, needing to see him spray all over my desk.
He gripped the sides of the desk and his forehead was plastered to the wood, and a moment later he was coming and I was following.
“Don’t move.” He sighed.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
We stayed like that until a knock on the door told us Jennifer was getting ready to leave. We cleaned up and joined the rest of the world.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Penn
“How’re you feeling?”I asked Matteo as he swung lazily on the hammock next to me.
“Fine.”
“No headaches or anything?”
“Nah.”
Rita and Dean were having a date night and after a few weeks under Rita’s watchful eye, she’d finally relinquished her hold on her son and let him sleep over.
“Anything you want to talk about?”
Matteo dragged his gaze from the sky to me. “Do you think I’m traumatized or something?”
“Well, are you?”
He chuckled. “No.”
“It’s okay to be scared, Matteo.”
