Page 101 of Covenant

“All these years?”

He tries to speak but no words come out. Instead, he nods.

I let that admission sit with me for a long moment before reaching over and grabbing the lube. “How about you come around my cock since you’re so close.”

He takes the bottle with trembling hands as I lie on my back, and he squirts some on my dick, stroking it softly. I’m as close as he is and I have to bite down on my bottom lip hard to keep myself from erupting.

My hands slide up and down his thighs as he works his ass open for me and then his eyes meet mine.

“I’m ready.”

“Take it,” I say as he crawls up and slots my cock at his hole.

With a deep inhale he sinks down, taking me entirely.

The two of us groan in tandem, his head thrown back and my spine curling upward. He holds me inside of him, his rim flexing around my hard length, and then his hands land on my chest and he starts to move. Riding me, taking me. My cock is already sensitive from the long and torturous ass-eating he gave me and I feel my release so close. I’m not going to last.

But I want to come with him—the two of us tumbling over that proverbial edge together.

My hand wraps around his dick, and he moans, riding my cock faster. I meet his thrusts with ones of my own and soon it’s too much. He’s overwhelming. The way he sounds, the sight of him. My cock jerks and erupts inside of him. And he follows me over, cum spurting across my chest.

He falls onto me, his lips brushing up my neck, my softening cock still inside of him.

“I don’t think that will ever grow old,” he says.

“Yeah, who knew it would be so hot?”

“And with a man, no less.”

I let my hands brush up his back. “With you.”

He melts into me for a moment before rolling to the side and putting an arm over his eyes.

“You can’t say stuff like that. It’s too much for me.”

“What did I say that was wrong?”

“You were being romantic. I—like you said—this has an end date. It can’t be more than that. We both fulfill the contract, I get the inheritance I was promised, and you have the money you need for Jackson…”

Suddenly, it’s not enough. But how can I say that when I’m not even sure how I feel? How Matthias feels? He says he’s wanted me for all this time…

So why did he ghost me?

There are too many unanswered questions between us. I don’t ask any of them, though. I’m not ready for the answers or the repercussions they might cause. Instead, I reach down and twine my fingers through his. “Can I still do this?”

He swallows. “I guess.”

I squeeze his hand and then bring it up to my mouth, pressing a soft kiss to his inner wrist.

“Let’s get cleaned up and eat. I’m starving.”

He lets out a small laugh. “You did have your sandwich stolen by a monkey.”

“I did, and I am despondent. I’ll never recover.”

Matthias huffs and rolls up. “All right, let’s get you fed.”

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