Page 100 of Covenant

Mm, maybethisis what I want after all. To be held, cradled. Adored.

“God, this is nice,” I murmur, feeling his strong fingers dig into my sore muscles.

“You feel nice too,” he says, turning his lips slightly to brush against my neck.

I let my hands fall against his ass, pulling him impossibly close. I want him nearer. I want to take up residence inside of him.

I remember hating when we had to part after a long day of just existing with one another. Maybe what we had was always more than just friendship. Maybe I was half in love with him all those years ago. I just didn’t know what to call it. Couldn’t quite comprehend it. Maybe that’s why it hurt so badly when he left me.

It felt like I couldn’t breathe.

The way I wept, my heart broken. Alone. Missing my other half.

“The water’s getting cold,” Matthias says eventually. “Should we continue this on the bed?”

I pull myself back from the past, from the ancient loneliness that’s still wrapped around my heart. “Yeah.”

We dry off quickly, exchanging heated glances. His hand wraps around mine and he tugs me forward, the towels falling onto the bathroom floor as we move into the bedroom.

He gently shoves me on the bed and I end up face-down, his hands rubbing over the muscles in my back, working them harder than he had previously. Probably due to the new angle and a renewed passion.

He kneads the groans out of me, long and loud as he works his way from my shoulders to my ass. He kneads my cheeks, pulling them open and looking at my hole over and over. I don’t mind. I’m too relaxed to care.

“Wy?” he asks, and I open my eyes.

“Hm?”

“Can I try something?”

I let out a sigh. “Sure.”

“If you don’t like it, you can tell me to stop.”

“Mkay.” I let my eyes fall shut as he continues to knead his fingers onto my ass before spreading my cheeks apart. He freezes for a long moment and then I feel the scrape of his stubble on my skin. Right there. His warm breath hits my hole, and my eyes pop open.

“Matt,” I groan as he tentatively licks at me. No one has ever touched me down there, and now there he is. It’s…oh fuck. What is this? And why do I like it?

His tongue moves up my entire crack as if he’s a starving man and a moan slips from him and vibrates through my skin.

“You taste so. Fucking. Good,” he murmurs as the tip of his tongue swirls around my rim.

I can’t help but arch my ass up, letting him know that I want him to continue—that I like it.

His hands wrench me up a little further as he continues to swirl his tongue around my rim, over and over until I’m moaning. And just when I think that’s all he’ll do, he pushes his tongue inside of me. My entire body shudders at the invasion. He’s…oh fuck, he’s licking inside of me. It should hurt, right? But it doesn’t. It feels good. It feels right. Like my ass was made for him.

Just him.

He doesn’t let up, just continues to torture me, making my dick painfully sensitive as he repeatedly pushes inside of me. And then a moment later, he suddenly stops, pulling away abruptly.

I push up on shaky arms and peer over my shoulder at him, noticing his hand is clasping the base of his dick.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“I’m going to come if I keep doing that. Fuck.” His head falls backward and he inhales deeply.

“Are you serious?” I ask, and he swallows, his chin meeting his chest. His eyes are sparkling, desire moving through them.

“You have no idea how much I wanted to do that. All these years…” his voice trails off as I blink up at him.

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