Page 102 of Covenant

The next day we wake up late and I fuck Matthias slowly, the two of us working each other over the edge without a thought for time. After we get dressed and eat, we call a cab and head back into town where we wander the streets, buying a few items of clothing and some trinkets.

I take pictures for Jackson, sending him updates and asking him what he’d like me to bring home for him. He gives me an extensive list and we spend the rest of the afternoon hunting the items down.

By the time we’ve eaten dinner, I feel an incredible urge to dance. It’s been forever since I’ve been able to really let go.

And honestly, maybe it’s because Matthias was never any good at it, and I want to do something that I can excel at. Not that we danced together as kids, but our paths crossed at enough social events for me to deduce he’s a terrible dancer.

But even then, I watched him. I insisted at the time that it was out of hatred, to assure myself that I was better off.

I’m starting to wonder if it was because I missed him, and I was just too stubborn to recognize it.

After the hiking debacle, I want to show off a little, to make him look at me in awe. Or maybe I just want a reason to writhe against him in a crowded, dark place. Either way, we end up having our purchases delivered back to our villa while we enter a seaside club.

Matthias looks miserable as I drag him inside, his face falling as he takes in the undulating bodies on the dance floor in the middle of the room.

“You know I was never any good at dancing, right?” he reminds me.

“Yeah, you told me about your weird waltzing dance lessons. No wonder you suck at it.” He glowers at me, and I grin. “I saw you stepping on people’s toes at those fancy events.”

“It’s not my fault I have no rhythm. It’s probably genetic.”

“Probably. Your dad sounded like real boring asshole. Probably had a stick up his butt that didn’t allow him to move to any kind of beat.”

He laughs at that and then nods. “I think you’re right.”

“Well, time to change history. Let’s have a drink and then I’ll help you find your rhythm.”

He looks a little forlorn at the suggestion, but then again, he did bring me on a death hike yesterday where I was accosted by a monkey—so this is only fair.

Moving up to the bar, I order us each a shot of vodka and after we swallow them down, I pull him onto the dance floor. The beat is sultry and deep, the bass moving through my body and into my lungs. I fucking love dancing like this, letting loose, letting myself go.

Matthias looks around and his hands immediately move into tight fists as he starts to bob his head. It only makes him look like some kind of confused robot, so I grab him and tug him into me.

“No, Matt. Like this,” I say into his ear as I push my thigh between his legs and arch my hips into him, moving my body to the beat, instructing him to follow my lead.

He exhales against my cheek as I pull his hands around my shoulders and let mine fall to his ass. And as much as I try, his body is seemingly unable to follow the beat. But I don’t mind. I just like touching him, pushing my body against his. I like being good at something for once.

As we continue to dance, the music changes over and over as I help guide him with each new rhythm. I rock into him, the two of us chest to chest, before turning him around and grinding up against his ass. I lick my way up his neck and nibble on his ear, whispering dirty things to him.

Promises of things I’m going to do to him, to his ass when we get home, assuring him I’m going to wreck him.

By the time we stumble into the villa, we’re ripping off our clothes. I push him over the edge of the couch and grab the packet of lube I had in my pocket all day. Tearing it open with my teeth, I pour it down his crack.

I don’t waste any time spreading his cheeks and entering him. He cries out at the intrusion, but I don’t stop. I wreck him just like I promised, making sure to pull him up, his back pressed against my chest as I stroke him to completion. And when he’s spent, I use his hole until I find release as well, his name on my lips as I climax.

When we finally fall into bed, I pull him into me, and he snuggles against my chest.

“We go home in two days,” he says.

“Yeah.”

“You ready to go back to normal life?” he asks me.

“Normal? Who says this is normal? And to answer your question, no. It means you’re going to be working all the time.”

“You could come back and work there too, you know?”

“Nah.” I pick at the bedding. “I’m not ready. I told you, I don’t want people thinking I sucked your cock to get my job back.”

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