Page 60 of Say Uncle

“That’s what I’m thinking, if you’ll agree to help me convince them.”

Mattie chuckled. “I don’t think we’ll have to twist their arms, and Nicky can beverypersuasive,” he purred.

That was the truth. “Cass and I would cover the expenses on the house. Nicky is still in school so he doesn’t earn any money, and whatever you earn from your career would be yours to keep and to do with what you please.”

“So, you want, like, something real with me? Like, the real deal?”

I smiled against his lips, bringing his forehead against mine. “I want everything with you. I want it to be as real as it gets.”

He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and then smiled, releasing it. “I’m all in, sir.”

“Why don’t I take you home so you can show me?” I had to be inside him, soon.

I kicked the door shut behind us, not willing to take my hands off Mattie even for a second. Our kiss got messy, nipping each other’s lips with our teeth, blunt nails scraping skin, fingertips bruising flesh, andneither of us seemed able to catch our breath. My heart raced, and I was beginning to sweat from an adrenaline spike.

Up until now, I’d never had Mattie to myself. Even the few nights we’d slept beside each other when we were home, we had only kissed, and once Mattie had jacked me off. He had sucked me off in the shower a time or two. But I planned to go a lot further than that tonight.

Stripping as we moved down the hall, we tossed clothes in our wake and collapsed on the bed in a tangle of writhing limbs and seeking mouths and hands.

“Touch me,” Mattie begged.

My kisses covered his chest, sucking each nipple into my mouth, flicking the tip with my tongue until he cried out. I left red welts on his neck. My hot breath coated his skin as I moved down his torso. He pushed at my head, guiding me down the length of his body, and when my lips closed around the head of his cock, Mattie screamed my name.

“Sam!”

I didn’t mind. Tonight I didn’t have to be sir, didn’t have to be in charge. Tonight, Mattie was my partner, my lover, not just my boy. He could do as he pleased, touch me anywhere, everywhere, without instruction, without being told what to do. I wanted his impulses and instincts to guide his actions. I wanted his pure, unadulterated lust, raw and filthy.

“Suck me, Sam, suck my cock.”

Damn, he made the filthiest fucking sounds as I slurped on his shaft, which only made the fire in my belly burn hotter. Mattie handed me a bottle of lube that he probably snagged from my nightstand, and I slicked my fingers as I continued sucking on him. When I slid them between his cheeks, he spread his legs wide for me, inviting me inside.

“You gonna finger me?”

I answered by spearing my fingers through his tight rim. He gasped from the burn, clenching his muscles around my digits. Drops of his pre-cum hit my tongue, and I sucked harder, hoping to draw out more of his flavor.

“Enough,” he snapped, bearing down on my fingers. “I want your cock.”

Jesus Christ, if he turned out like Cass, to be the kind of guy who enjoyed little to no prep, I was going to lose my shit. Fuck it, I’d already lost my shit over Mattie. I didn’t think I could fall much harder.

What if I told him? What would he say to me in return?

I rolled him onto his stomach and covered his back with my body, sliding between his legs. With my dick slicked up, it slid easily between his cheeks, catching on his rim without much guidance. He clenched tightly, but he couldn’t keep me out. God himself couldn’t keep me out of Mattie’s ass for another second.

I snarled in his ear. “Why are you clenching? You trying to keep me out?”

“No, sir.”

“Good, because you couldn’t even if you tried.” I pinned his hands to the mattress above his head. “Maybe you want me to take it from you.”

“Yes, sir.” He sounded so breathy, soready.

“Not tonight, but soon. Soon, I’m going to take it from you, and you’re going to pretend you hate it.”

“Fuck,” he hissed, “don’t say that shit before I come. I’m trying to last.”

I chuckled darkly, biting on the shell of his ear. “Let’s see if you can come before I do,” I challenged. “No hands, no touching allowed.”

“No hands?” he squeaked.

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