Page 96 of Covenant

I wrench his head to the side and let my lips touch his. His moan meets mine as his tongue pushes into my mouth, my hips arching back and fucking him roughly. I don’t know where he ends and I begin. I just know that we’re inseparable, the two of us. We have been since we were young. Matthias and Wyatt. Matt and Wy. And now here we are, one body.

The sounds of our slapping skin, our breathy moans bring us closer and closer to the edge, our lips brushing, our tongues sliding against one another. And yet it’s not enough. I want more. I want to see him as I fuck him. I want to watch him come.

I pull out of him, and he whines, but it’s cut off when I wrench him sideways and flip him onto his back. His leaking cock hits his stomach with a loud slap as I push his knees into his chest. My eyes hit that raven tattoo as I fuck back into him. I don’t give him a chance to breathe, to protest. I just take him, take what’s mine. He cries out as I impale my cock inside of him, his eyes rolling back into his head as I slide all the way in. Balls deep. Impossibly far inside of him.

His hands scramble for purchase as my mouth meets his again. I can feel his fingernails rake down my back as my hips piston back and forth, pleasure zinging through me as I swallow his moans, tasting his desperation. I can feel his wet cock sliding against my abdomen. He’s close to exploding, his hole far too sensitive from the earlier ass play to hold back much longer.

I pull my lips from his and he chases me, his hooded eyes drooping as he watches me thrust into him.

“You going to come?” I ask roughly, my voice husky. “You going to come all over me?”

“Yes.”

I lick up his neck and he cocks his head slightly, giving me more access. I nibble on his ear, and he shivers. “Who’s going to make you come? You going to saymyname?”

He groans and nods, his fingers moving into my hair and pulling.

“Say it then.Say it,” I growl as I continue to piston in and out of him.

His legs wrap around my lower back and he holds onto me like he’s going to float away if he doesn’t.

I make sure my abdomen brushes against his sensitive cock as I thrust into him and a minute later, his back arches.

“Wyatt!”

Feral possessiveness rips through me as his cock explodes. I’m the one who’s done this. It was my name on his lips.

Mine.

Matt’s release coats our skin, his heavy breathing filling the air. But I’m not done. Fuck, I’m not done. I continue to work myself toward the edge, relishing the feel of how tight he is, how wet. How his body just takes me. Every inch. I don’t have to be careful or timid. I can just move with abandon.

“Wy. You’re so hot,” he says, his face relaxed as I continue to fuck him. “A dream come true,” he murmurs as his hands trail down my back. When he grabs on to my ass and meets my forward thrusts with some of his own, I know I’m close to exploding. I work faster, a brutal, punishing pace. Sweat drips down my temples and my neck as I brace myself over him.

His eyes meet mine and I see something impossible in those depths. It makes my chest constrict and before I can swallow the hard truth, my cock jerks and I fall over the edge. Pleasure pulses through me, my cum splashing inside of him as his body consumes it. Wave after wave leaves me until I’m slumped over him, trying to catch my breath.

That wasperfect. That was fuckinghot.

I already want to do it again.

Neither of us says anything as I slip out of him, unable to look away from his ass as my release trickles from him. It’s the best thing I’ve seen all day. My depraved mind wants to fill him with so much cum that it’s constantly dribbling out of him. I want him thinking of me all day, every day.

“You okay?” I finally ask, and he nods, turning his gaze away from me and staring at the wall.

It bothers me more than I want to admit. My hand clasps his chin and I drag his gaze back to me.

“Was I too rough?”

“No. It was perfect,” he says, swallowing roughly. His eyes are slightly wet, his throat thick with emotion. “I never thought I’d have you like this.”

I let those words pierce my chest. “Well, you can have me like this as often as you want.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” I flop onto my back and stare at the ceiling. “It was hot. I could go again tonight if you want.”

He sighs, half content and half something else. I don’t know what that means.

“What are you thinking?”

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