Page 42 of His Secret

“Moments?”

“Drunk moments. One drunk moment stretched into a couple of months.”

“Wow. That long?”

He playfully squeezes my side. “Shut up.”

“Are you…” I pause, not sure how to word this or if I even should. “Are you really into women?”

He goes quiet behind me and I regret asking. I spin around to face him. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.”

His fingers run through my hair. “It’s fine. I’ve been asking myself the same thing, actually.”

“Really?”

“I’ve been with women. Not a lot. Not what people would assume, probably, but you know, I’ve given it the good ol’ college try.”

I snort.

“I always thought it was fine. Nothing to write home about. I figured it wasn’t great because we were either too young and inexperienced, or didn’t really know or like each other. Just drunk hookups, you know? Or…” he trails off. “I don’t know. I’ve been interested in guys for a while. Intrigued, I guess I should say. I’ve found myself attracted to a few, and the porn was always better for me.”

“So, you think you might be gay? Not bi?”

“Probably.”

I kiss his lips and the conversation stops there. Our hands start roaming, and I wrap my leg around his, grinding into him with a moan.

He turns, pushing me onto my back while he braces himself over me. He kisses my jaw and neck, sucking at the flesh before gently biting down.

“Oh, yeah,” I cry, my hand flying to the back of his head to hold him in place. “Lube’s in the drawer.” My voice is low and husky.

He leans over to get it, settling himself on his knees between my legs. I watch as he pours it into his hand before pressing his lubed up fingers against my hole. He holds eye contact as he slips one fingertip inside.

I bite my lip and give him a nod to let him know to keep going. His finger travels deeper into me, thrusting in and out at a cautious and leisurely pace.

“You okay?” he asks, his face showing a hint of concern.

“I’m fine. More.”

His tongue swipes across his bottom lip before another finger slides in next to the first.

“Oh, god,” I moan, eyes closing as my back arches.

“You like it?” he questions.

“Yes,” I answer with a slight chuckle. “Yes, Adrian, I love it.”

There’s a low rumble in his throat before he really begins moving his fingers. He leans over me, kissing and licking my neck while stretching me out.

After a while, he pulls away, but keeps his fingers inside, watching his actions and moaning his pleasure.

“Mm. My god, Matías.”

My name has never sounded so good before.

“I’m ready,” I tell him frantically. Desperately. “Please.”

Slowly extracting his fingers, he pours more lube into his palm and rubs more into me. Leaning over, he snatches the condom he placed on the nightstand, and I watch enraptured as he slides the latex over his length.

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