Page 44 of His Secret

“Oh, yes,” I cry, running my hands up his back. “Yes.”

He’s sucking in air like he’s struggling to breathe, his sweat mixing with mine as his head rests in the crook of my neck.

Then he eases away, back on his knees, and keeps thrusting.

“Stroke yourself,” he says through labored breaths. “I need to see you come with me inside you.”

Need. Not want.

I flatten my tongue and lick my palm before wrapping my fingers around my dick. My fist moves up and down my shaft as I watch him—his face full of bliss.

It’s never been like this before. I’ve never felt this way while having sex. The pleasure is amazing, but it’s not just physical. What I feel is also internal. It makes the physicality part of sex even more enjoyable.

I’m not closing my eyes and focusing on what his dick is doing and the sensations it’s providing. I’m staring into his eyes, watching his lips, and the way his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows. I’m enraptured by how he’s looking at me, and suddenly, I’m coming.

“Oh, god,” I cry out, eyes finally closing as I throw my head back.

I grunt and suck in deep breaths as cum shoots up in the air before landing on me.

“Oh, yes,” he murmurs. “Holy shit.”

I keep stroking, my movements slowing as I watch the rest of my release drip onto my stomach.

Adrian stops moving, both of us only capable of sucking in all the oxygen in the room.

I let my hand flop to the side, my entire body spent.

“Oh, my god,” Adrian says, the words filled with reverence.

He pulls out slowly, holding onto the condom as he eases back. He steps off the bed and discards the latex in my trashcan.

Kneeling on the floor next to the bed, he brushes the wet strands of my hair out of my eyes and kisses me softly on the lips. He pulls away to meet my gaze and then kisses my forehead. Something about the gentle moment after having such incredible sex makes my heart thump and my eyes burn.

“It’s not the best time to say this,” he begins, making my lungs seize. “I’ve thought about it a dozen times already but I’ve been too scared. It’s not just because of this. What we just did.”

My eyes feel like they’re bulging out of my head, waiting to hear what he’s about to say. “Okay,” I manage to get out.

“I love you, Matías.”

The air whooshes out of me, and I stare at him for several seconds before saying, “I love you, too.”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

MATÍAS

We are disgustingly in love.If we were able to be ourselves around others, we’d be the ones they’d groan about. Anytime we’re alone together, we’re touching and kissing, smiling and laughing. We can hardly keep from touching each other, even if it’s just simply to feel connected.

It’s been an incredible couple months. The sneaking and lying hasn’t been a problem. His friends seem oblivious, but likely caught up in their own lives and relationships to notice that he’s hardly around.

“What are you doing for Thanksgiving?” I ask Adrian as I take a fry out of the bag and pop it into my mouth.

He’s in the passenger seat of my car, unwrapping his burger. “Uh, I think my dad is expecting me home.”

We haven’t talked about his parents much, but anytime they’re brought up, it’s with a negative connotation. It’s clear they aren’t close, but it’s also obvious that there’s a fear there. He’s afraid of them, whether it’s a fear of disappointing them or angering them, I’m not sure. Possibly a mix of both.

I also know his family has a lot of money. His dad has a lucrative business that he owns, and he expects Adrian towork there and eventually take the reins, though Adrian doesn’t seem to have much interest in that.

“Well, Chicago’s not too far away. What’s that? A five hour drive?”

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