Page 96 of His Secret

His hands spread my cheeks even wider and then he’s licking me up and down.

“Oh, my god, Matías,” I moan, squeezing the bench.

Like a starved animal, he consumes me. His tongue travels low, teasing my balls, and it moves all the way up the crack before repeating the path. He takes several minutes topush the tip into my hole, tongue fucking me until I’m a panting mess.

“Matías. Oh, god. Please.”

He moans and grunts, making noises like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted. Like he never wants to stop.

And I don’t want him to. It feels so good. My body is tingling, sparks going off on every nerve ending.

“More. I need more,” I beg.

He pulls away, and then his hand comes down on my right ass cheek.

“Ah!” I cry, then immediately want it to happen again. “Yes.”

He does it again.

“Fuck!” I wail. “Matías. I’m so hard. Please.”

His hand reaches into my boxers, cupping my balls before stroking my erection. “You’re dripping.”

“Yes,” I say with a whimper.

“I’m not letting them see your cock,” he says as he teases me with his fingers. “Get down.”

He pulls my boxers back up before I get to my feet, covering me up. I watch him walk to the dresser and open the top drawer, coming back with packets of lube.

Matías sits on the smaller, left bench, farthest from the window. His own erection strains against the material of his boxer-briefs.

He rips open the packet of lube and coats his fingers, pulling me closer with his other hand.

“Stand right here. Just like this.”

He positions me in front of him, and when I look over his head, I spot a couple people at the window. I’m so desperate for his touch, I hardly register that we’re being watched in this intimate moment. It doesn't feel wrong or weird, because what I’m doing with Matías feels too right.

Matías slips his hand up the right leg of my boxers, his slick fingers finding my hole. I spread my legs and put a hand on his shoulder.

One fingertip breaches my entrance, and I suck in a breath before biting down on my lip. Matías looks up at me, his other hand holding my thigh.

“This is mine.”

The words are spoken with finality.

I nod.

“Say it.”

“Yours,” I say in a throaty whisper. “It’s yours.”

He pushes deeper, and my head drops back with a moan as my fingertips grip his shoulder.

Matías thrusts in and out with one finger before adding a second.

“Oh, yes,” I moan, reaching for my cock.

He bats my hand down. “Not yet.”

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