Page 32 of His Secret

“What do you mean?”

“When they inevitably ask where you’re disappearing to or what your other plans are?”

I haven’t thought about it yet. Matías and I have spent plenty of time together the past couple weeks, but not enough to rouse suspicion. I’ve still spent time with my friends, plus football’s been keeping me busy, but I know it’ll likely get to a point where I have to turn down their invitations to things because I’ve already made plans with Matías. Even if those plans simply consist of us camping out in his room.

“I’m not sure,” I answer. “I doubt they’ll ask.”

He doesn’t reply, but I can tell he doesn’t believe me. Hell, I hardly believe me. Of course they’ll ask.

But I don’t let it ruin the night. We cuddle and watch some TV show Matías put on, and then I let my hand slip under his shirt.

He arches his back and wiggles his ass in front of my crotch as we spoon.

I run my hand up his lean torso before traveling back down and dipping into the waistband of his pants.

He lets out a soft moan and my cock stirs to life.

I kiss his neck as my hand finds his shaft.

“I think I owe you an orgasm,” he says in a breathy tone.

“You can get another one too. I’m not stingy.”

Matías rolls over on his back and removes his pants before facing me. I do the same thing, bringing our erections together when I scoot in close.

“I think…” I pause, staring into his eyes. “I think I want to do more soon.”

His brows lift slightly. “Oh.”

I kiss his soft lips. “Maybe not tonight, but very soon.” My hand curves over his hip and grips his ass.

“Okay,” he breathes, body beginning to undulate. “What do you want to do exactly?”

“Well.” My hand moves up his back as I nuzzle into his neck. “We could start with dinner.”

“No, no,” he says, hand on my chest to push me away. I look at him and his hand travels to my cock. “What do you want to do with me? To me?”

“Oh,” I say, catching on. “I definitely want to taste you again.”

“Mmm.” His moan escapes as he digs his teeth into his bottom lip.

“I want more of your cum in my mouth next time.”

He nods, eyes low and full of lust. He turns around to reach into his nightstand and brings out a bottle of lube. Squeezing some into his hand, he strokes himself and then me, getting us both slick.

“Fuck,” I groan. “I love when you touch me.”

His lips twitch. “I love touching you.” He brings our cocks together, stroking us as one while rocking his hips. “Keep going,” he breathes.

“I’ve been thinking about what it would be like to be inside you,” I say, pausing to gauge his reaction. We haven’t discussed what he’s used to. I don’t know if he typically tops or bottoms or is cool with both. I assumed we’d figure it out when the time came, but it seems like the time is approaching. “Would that be okay?”

He smiles at me. “Yes, that would be okay.”

“I want you on your back so I can watch your face when I slip inside. I want to feel how tight you are around me.”

His hand moves faster, both of us now grinding against each other, seeking as much friction as possible.

“I can’t wait to feel you,” he says with a moan.

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