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I also wanted him shooting up my ass.
Just the thought tightened my balls and made my shaft ache for release. “So fucking close, Matteo—tell me you are too. Come in me while I paint your abs.”
He cursed and shoved his tongue into my mouth, hands grasping at my backside with bruising force as he pummeled into me. His feet found the mattress for better leverage.
“Oh fuck yeah.” I groaned, panting as he thrust like a goddamn animal, the noises spilling over my lips sexy as fuck. “Harder, baby—wreck my ass. Fill me the fuck up until your seed is leaking from my hole.”
With a shout, Matteo stabbed deep, his dick throbbing inside me.
Warmth flooded through me, making my head spin. My dick shot spunk between us in agonizing pulses.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I gasped, shuddering with every spurt, knowing Matteo did the same inside me. Wishing I had a plug on hand to keep his seed where it belonged for forgoddamnedever, I propped on my elbows, sucking wind.
I broke Teach. He lay beneath me like a sloth, all lax muscle and soft flesh. Dark eyes, lust drunk and hazed over, peered up at me, full of belly-fluttering emotion.
He took my face in his warm hands and kissed me. Gently. Almost…reverently.
I gave him my full weight, wishing I could sink into his soul and never have to rouse to face reality again.
Chapter 31
Matteo
We spent the weekend in my bed, only dragging our bodies from cum-covered sated bliss for showers and food.
Sunday night, we sprawled freshly showered atop clean sheets. Sean snuggled into my side, a leg thrown over mine, arm wrapped around my torso, clinging as he’d been doing all weekend long.
Nothing had felt so perfect, so right in my entire life. I couldn’t even pay heed to the guilt that wanted to push through my happiness, trying to tell me that I’d somehow soiled the memory of my wife by having a young man in our bed.
But I’d enjoyed him outside of it too, many places Katie and I hadn’t ever christened with our lovemaking.
I petted Sean’s silky, still damp hair, reliving how we’d created the last mess I had yet to clean up. Our Thai takeout dinner had gotten interrupted by my need for his tight hole, and I took him atop the island. Noodles and peanut sauce ended up splattered across the floor, but that hadn’t stopped us from finding release.
My hand skimmed down his muscular back, over the swell of his ass. He shifted and sighed as I teased at his crack with my fingertips, remembering how I’d spread his cheeks and watched my cum ooze from his winking hole and down his pierced taint to drip onto the kitchen floor.
I’d never seen such a sexy sight and had decided to rub my spunk all over his sensitive balls and cock until he begged me to stop torturing him.
“You have a sweet little hole,” I murmured, wishing I could get hard again just so I could slip my cock inside his body because he was so damn addictive. “You took me so well without complaining about the cold, hard granite beneath you.”
He nuzzled my chest, emitting a satisfied sigh, and I squeezed him. I’d forgotten how good it felt lavishing praise on someone who needed to be built up. I’d made sure over the previous couple of days to point out things beyond sex that he’d done which pleased me too.
Clearing his plate and not leaving clothing on the floor, which Katie had often done. He’d insisted on hanging up our wet towels when I’d been ready to let mine lie where it fell when I’d been determined to get him under me again as fast as possible.
I didn’t want Sean to leave, going so far as to dread our separating within the hour because I had work, and he had classes in the morning.
He’d filled the emptiness in my home, and I no longer grieved over memories whenever I looked around where Katie used to take up space in my life. I’d never been super possessive over her. When we’d gone to Chantelle’s, I enjoyed showing her off rather than growling at other dominants who lingered in checking her out.
But Sean?
Before our weekend together, I hadn’t cared too much about him escorting for Elite. He hadn’t slept with anyone after we’d gotten together, but what plans did he have for the future? Would he take on clients over break or during the summer months when he wasn’t buried beneath his college courses?
Was it too soon to put a label on us that allowed me the right to ask for exclusivity? Was there even an us?
I didn’t doubt Sean wanted me, but he was young and had fifty times the experience I had. Many years of oat sowing lay ahead of him before he reached an age like me—ready to settle down.
“Sean?” I skimmed my hand up to his lower back, clutching him close against my side.
“Hmm?” He toyed with my nipple, and I grasped his hand to make him stop, threading my fingers through his. In true brat form, he shifted his hips, rubbing his soft cock against my thigh.
