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“No…it’s okay.”
But not engine cranking.
I finished with his ass crack and suckled my way up to his leaking slit.
“Jesus,” he hissed, his hands fisting in my hair. “Just like that—yes.”
Grinning around a thick cock wedged into one’s throat didn’t exactly work, so I set to edging the fuck out of him, swallowing down every droplet of pre-cum he gave me.
There was nothing sexier than Professor D’Angelo writhing on our bed, begging me to let him come.
But I wasn’t looking for a mouthful.
I wanted a sore, plugged ass to remind me how much be loved me while we went out to dinner with his friends. Edging Matteo teased the fuck out of me to the point I couldn’t wait any longer.
I stood and shoved off my sweats
Matteo eyed me as I retrieved a bottle of lube from his bedside table. He squeezed the base of his rigid length as I stood in front of him, snapping open the cap. “Get that fine ass over here and sit on my cock.”
“Yes, sir,” I agreed, climbing aboard, quickly stuffing some lube in my hole then dribbling some down his length. Rather than impaling myself, I teased us a bit more, rubbing my crack over his hard-as-fucking-nails length, getting us both nice and wet. “You’re gonna feel so fucking perfect in my tight ass, Teach. Gonna stretch me just how I like it. Fill me up.”
“Sean,” he warned, his tone low as he grasped my hips. “Lift up onto your knees. Right fucking now.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I teased.
He growled and swatted my ass. Fucking hard.
Hissing, I shifted until the tip of his cock pressed on my hole. Holding his gaze, my heart beat pounding every beat for him, I sank onto his length, cursing as he stuffed me.
He swallowed audibly, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Sean—fuck, I love you.”
I lay over his chest, spearing my fingers into his hair he’d grown a little longer at my insistence. He made one hell of a sexy pirate in my fantasies.
Now, if I could only get him to put on a little eyeliner…
“Love you too, Matteo. So goddamned much.”
“Then twerk that ass on my cock and show me,” he demanded.
I obeyed like a good little boy.
Epilogue
Sean
“So where are we going?” I asked, giving my man a side eye over his secretive smirk.
We’d already wished each other a happy Valentine’s Day and all that shit—my first one with someone I could call my own. While he’d surprised me with dinner at some fancy place in the North End, he’d stated our night wasn’t over yet once we’d finished.
But he refused to tell me jack shit about what else he’d planned.
Matteo pulled into a parking garage and gathered my hand in his to lead me toward an unassuming building that didn’t give me a single hint as to where we went.
The entryway didn’t reveal much else—but the buxom blonde who exited a door marked “Private” on our left sent a shockwave of a thrill through me.
I recognized her from that Christmas party three years earlier when Micah had announced EEMM’s gay branch and made me the manager.
Mistress fucking Chantelle.
