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Damned right I do. I nudged deeper into his hot, slick ass, biting my tongue.
Our smiles faded as deeper emotion crept into the energy rippling between us.
His gaze flitted over my face as though memorizing every laugh line he’d caused, every small imperfection from age he claimed to not care about. “Didn’t think it was possible someone would come along and tame my wild ways.”
“I tamed you, huh?” I asked, pulling out so only the swollen head of my cock remained in his tight clasp.
“Fuck yeah you did, Teach.” He glided his hands down along my spine to my ass, slowly easing me back into the silken heaven of his body. “You’re the only one I want, baby.”
“So, are we…boyfriends?” I asked and stilled, seated as deep in his ass as I could go.
“Fuck yeah,” he breathed, smirking and shooting off fireworks inside my chest. “Now kiss me and make me come, boyfriend. Fill me up with your cum so we can do it all over again.”
Chapter 34
Sean
Matteo stayed at my condo more often than not. Being so close to BC as compared to his home farther north, it made sense. It had only been a couple of weeks since we’d very publicly started to date, but I was ready for him to sell his and Katie’s house and move on—in—with me.
Like yesterday.
The two nights we hadn’t shared a bed since officially becoming boyfriends, I’d been fucking miserable. A whiny brat whose manipulation skills didn’t work on my man. No amount of pouting had gotten me my way, but he’d had tests to grade and a faculty Zoom meeting.
Our second official date had been with Professor Hanson and his husband Albert, and what a blast that was compared to the old man bore I’d expected. I was excited and antsy, my mouth uncontrollable even though I tried to be all mature and shit but failed as usual.
Albert got a kick out of me, and Hanson—no more “Professor”, he’d demanded—had both hugged me at night’s end and thanked me for making their friend smile again. Fuck knew I’d given them a bunch of laughs over dinner too. I was pretty sure they both liked me, thank fuck.
I’d gotten a red ass for my sassy, crass talk over the dinner table but then got an earful of praise about how warm and wet my hole was and how well I took my lover’s cock. Win on both ends, in my book.
Literally.
Jasmine’s morning sickness lingered, so I ended up hosting Micah’s monthly Elite Sunday afternoon party for December.
Kellen and JJ had spent a few days in Jersey with JJ’s adoptive family and swung by on their way home. Mason and Jasper agreed to hang with us, and Drake along with a few of the other guys from the gay branch of MM showed up with food and beer in hand. We were a smaller group compared to all the retiree friends Micah often invited to his place since my condo didn’t have the space his did.
Something I had he didn’t? A living room wall of windows overlooking the harbor rather than a back yard that needed to be mowed, fertilized, watered... No fucking thank you.
It was my first time hosting, and I’d been thrilled when Matteo agreed to help me prepare. I’d expected him to hang back from stepping fully into my life even though I’d quit classes, but he jumped in with both feet, proving to be the best boyfriend ever.
If anyone had questioned our age difference or teased about his ability to keep me satisfied after greeting him in my entryway, I’d have kicked their asses right back out the door.
Matteo stayed close by my side, his hand often on my lower back or brushing against mine while the guys made themselves comfortable. Constant awareness of his presence had me on the verge of a chub all day long even though he’d taken good care of me before we’d crawled out of bed.
“You’re amazing.” The whispered words and hot breath on my ear caused a shiver to slink through my body. Fuck, I loved when my sexy Teach snuggled up on me from behind. “And you look cute as hell in your reindeer sweater,” he murmured, sliding his hands beneath the knitted top to caress over my stomach.
I pushed against Matteo’s groin with my ass, ignoring the second dish of taco dip I’d been ready to pull from the oven. Mitt on my hand, I reached around and grabbed his nape. He slid his hands fully around me, grasping me tight against him in a possessive hold.
“Can’t get enough of you, sweet boy.”
Turning my face, I gave him my mouth, losing myself as I always did to the soft cushion of his lips and his taste on my tongue. So. Damn. Delicious.
Fuck, he made me hard.
And having access to him without the forbidden aspect and the stress of classes? My stomach had finally lay off from making my life a living hell. It seemed as though I’d avoided the threatening ulcer, and antacids were no longer acting as addictive candy. Coffee still burned on occasion, but I’d gotten back to my usual eating schedule and didn’t feel sick twenty-four-seven, thank fuck.
A cough and chuckle sounded behind us, and I cursed, pulling my mouth from my boyfriend’s.
“Go away,” I grumbled at Kellen and Mason, who stood at the island grabbing seconds or thirds from the spread everyone had contributed to.
