FOUR

MATTEO

{Two Weeks Ago}

I was quiet as the big man carried me up the stairs to a private room.

He set me down on my feet as soon as the door clicked shut behind us.

Then I was instantly pushed back against the door with gentle force.

His chest pressed against mine as his lips crashed onto mine, hot and demanding.

I melted into the kiss with a soft moan.

My heart was instantly racing as his tongue slid in to explore my mouth.

The sparks that shot through me at the intrusion made my knees weak.

His hands roamed over my body, fingers expertly tugging my clothes off.

I grabbed the edged of his jacket and began pulling it off his shoulders.

We broke the kiss just long enough for us to strip away the remaining layers.

Our shirts hit the floor, followed by leather belts, pants, and then our underwear.

We didn't stop until every single clothing had whispered to the ground.

I reached up and pulled off the strawberry blonde wig, letting my real hair fall.

He paused, stepping back as a wide grin spread across his face.

"I did not expect that," he said with a low chuckle, eyes shining with amusement.

"Oh shut up and kiss me again," I told him with a little smirk.

"As you wish," he said, arms wrapping around my waist and drawing me to him.

We dove back into the kiss.

His mouth tasted mine, plundering every inch without giving back.

I moaned against his lips as both of us stumbled towards the bed.

Our lips remained locked, hands grasping at butt and back in the waltz.

We fell onto the soft mattress together and rapidly tangled into each other.

His body moved on mine, his skin warm and smooth against my pyrexic own.

He straddled me, his fingers going to trace the skin of my chest tenderly.

His toich sent shivers down my spine.

I ran my hands over his own muscled chest in a bid to feel the heat of him.

He leaned down and trailed kisses down my neck, then lower, across my chest.

I arched under him, breathing hard.

He moved further down until his mouth was just hovering over my hard cock.

Then he looked up at me.

I saw that his eyes were dark with the same desire that was over mastering me.

His voice was rough when he spoke.

"You want this?" he asked.

"Yes," I whispered in a shaky voice.

My gaze never left him as he spat on my cock, the warmth of his spittle arousing.

He wrapped his hands around the thickness of my dick, spreading the liquid.

A thick moan left my lips the moment he began rubbing the head slowly.

"Fuck," I moaned as he began to move his hand back and forth over my length.

I closed my eyes and lay back, allowing the emotions to go on a wendy inside me.

Then he finally took my whole length into his mouth, slowly at first, then deeper.

My immediately eyes flew open when my cock hit the back of his throat.

"Arghhhhh," I grunted as he began bopping my cock, his gaze fixed on me.

His tongue swirled around me, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

I moaned, leaning forward on my elbow so I could look at him properly.

The sight was marvellous.

"Oh god, that feels so good," I moaned as he deep throated me once more.

He sucked harder with his hand stroking what his mouth couldn't reach.

I bucked my hips, completely lost in the sensation that he brought me.

Something began to build inside of me as the wet sounds of bobbing filled the room.

My cock started the jerk in his mouth as he misnistered to it.

I knew I was close.

The climax was at the tip when he pulled back with his lips glistening.

He looked down at me with a smirk.

"You didn't think I'll let you come alone did you?" He teased me.

I groaned, at the edge.

My cock was hard, full, desperately begging for release that it was starting to hurt.

"Please," I choked out.

He straightened—still straddling me—and came close, pressing himself against me.

He reached over me to grab a bottle of lube sitting on the bedside table.

I swallowed, watching him as he poured a generous amount onto our cocks.

He was engorged down there, deliciously thick at around eight or nine inches.

There was no time to admire his dick as he grabbed both our members in his hand.

My eyes rolled back into my skull as he began rubbing our cocks together.

He groaned as he stroked faster, hard and slick from the lube he had poured.

I spread my legs wider, my hips arching upwards to meet his movements.

The frottage between our dicks built with each stroke, hot and urgent.

He leaned down slowly to groan against my ear, "You're driving me crazy."

He moved back and we frothed like that with his hands sliding over our dicks.

Our breaths mingled with my moans as he moved faster and faster.

I couldn't take it anymore.

My release burnt through me with speed and shot out like a milk volcano.

"Ohhh fawwwk," my voice rendered the air as he stroked me through my climax.

When I came to, he was looking down at me with a satisfied smirk on his face.

The darkness in his eyes was the only warning that there would be more.

When I looked down, I realized that he had not yet come, still hard as rock.

He was stroking my cock leisurely, playing with my balls as he watched me.

"Pretty boy," he started, grinning at me ear to ear. "Does it feel good?"

I nodded.

"How come you don't speak anymore?" He teased me with raised brows.

I swallowed.

"It feels good," I murmured.

"Then, this"—he leaned closer, inches away from my face—"will feel even better."

Before I could process anything, he moved and flipped me onto my stomach.

I gasped into the pillows as his hands began spreading my thighs apart.

One of his hands tangled in my curly hair as the other traced my spinal cord.

"Smooth skin, looks like butter, tastes like nothing," he whispered just before his tongue replaced him hands.

My moans were muddled by the pillow as his tongue traced down my back.

His wet organ moved lower, over my back and towards my ass.

Spank.

My ass bounced at the slight pain while my dick thickened underneath me.

Spank.

He hit me again.

My body trembled as different kind of sensations flooded my nervous system.

"You like that, don't you?"

He was back at my ear again, his chest pressed against my back.

I could feel the weight of his dick resting against my ass, promising something.

He bit my ear gently.

"Do you want me to fuck your ass?" He asked in a surprisingly soft voice.

I swallowed.

"Yes, please, fuck me."

His nose nudged my head aside, burying his face in the groove if my neck.

"Then, you'll have to arch for me pretty boy. Can you do that?" He inquired.

I nodded.

"Words," he said sternly.

"Ye—"

The words on my lips died into a moan as his teeth sank tenderly into my flesh.

As quickly as he bit me, he was leaning away from me, un-straddling me.

"Do it pretty boy," he ordered.

I scrambled to my knees, arching my back so my ass was up in the air.

My face was kept pressed into the pillows in a collapsed doggy pose.

"Good boy," he whispered.

His hand and tongue were all over my body again: caressing, touching, kissing.

When he reached my asshole with his tongue, he licked slow circles around it.

"Fuck," I moaned as he teased it.

I gasped, pushing back against him.

"Please," I moaned.

He rimmed me deeper with his probing tongue making me tremble.

Wet heat spread through every part of me as an ached built inside of me.

I wanted more.

I needed more.

"Pretty boy, I am going to fuck you till you see the stars and the milky way," he promised before I could speak.

My breath caught in my throat as I heard him uncap the lube from before.

He squeezed a generous amount onto my asshole and began to prep it.

My legs trembled underneath me as he messaged it into my flesh.

Finally, he reached for a condom from the nightstand and rolled it on.

His movements were wuick but careful.

Then, he positioned himself behind me with one hand firmly on my hip.

"Ready?" he asked in a husky voice.

I nodded, looking over my shoulder.

"Yes, do it."

He angled his bulbous head against my hole and pushed himself in slowly, inch by inch.

"Sweet heavens," I moaned as I felt my hole being stretched to the fullest.

Pain mixed with pleasure.

But when his dick started thrusting inside of me, it soon turned to pure bliss.

His stroked were deep and steady, making me moan loudly with each movement.

"Harder... yes, like that," I cried as he gripped my hips, pounding into me faster.

Our skin was slick with sweat as my ass slapped against his thighs.

My climax rose to the surface with every impalement from his dick.

He drove deeper with each plunge, burying himself again and again to the hilt.

His hands reached around me, below, to stroke my cock in time with his thrusts.

"Arghhhhh," I moaned.

Pressure built inside of me as my eyes rolled back deep into my skull.

I was so close.

"Come for me," he growled.

I shattered instantly at the sound of his voice in that commanding tone.

The best orgasm I have ever had rippled through me, crashing over me.

He followed right after, filling the condom and groaning my name as he came.

We stayed like that, conjoined for a moment, just before he drew me to the bed with him by a hand firmly wrapped around my waist.

Both of us were breathless as we collapsed into the warmth of each other.

He cuddled me, my back to his chest and our bodies entwined beautifully.

"You were wonderful pretty boy," he said as he planted kisses in my hair.

"Thank you, and you too," I smiled as I rested my head on his hand.

I snuggled closer, warm and content, before sleep quickly overcame me.

When I woke the next morning, it was because of the blinding morning lights.

I turned to my side to find the big man sleeping peacefully, unbothered.

How on earth was he unperturbed by the amount of light filtering in?

But looking at him now in the daylight, I could see that his face looked even more handsome with long dark lashes.

There was a hint of stubble on his chin that made him look super sexy.

I stared for longer than a moment, tracing his features with my eyes.

A pang hit my chest.

I realized I didn't want to leave.

But I had to.

If he woke and saw me clearly in the light, he might be able to recognize me.

I quietly but carefully slipped out of the bed so as not to wake him.

He didn't stir once as I gathered my clothes and put them on really fast.

With one last look at his beautiful sleeping form, I opened the door and snuck out.

Sadness tugged at me as I went.