Page 82 of Covenant

I will try it all with him.

Matthias’s eyes are hooded now, his chest heaving as I lick up his middle finger, pretending it’s his dick. My tongue swirls along his fingernail and then I bite down roughly, making him grunt.

“You’re torturing me.”

“Good,” I say as I move toward him, pressing close and dragging my hard cock against his. My hand moves up to his jaw, holding it roughly, my lips hovering right over his.

My hips arch up and his moan hits my mouth just as I lean forward and capture it. He sinks into me as I push my tongue into his mouth, sliding it into every corner, tasting him.

Matthias.

Mine.

A groan slips from me and into him, possessing him. He swallows it, his fingers curling under my shirt, digging into my skin, pulling me closer.

I want to fuck him. Oh god, I want to fuck him. I want to turn him around and shove my cock inside his ass. I want to feel that rim tighten around me as I slam into him over and over.

The thought drives me wild as my body continues to rock up into his. He’s moaning continuously now, my own mingling with his as we work ourselves into a frenzy.

But I don’t want this to end.

I want to draw it out.

I want more.

I want to make him scream.

Abruptly, I pull away and his lips chase mine, whimpering and whining, but I push him back. For just a second he looks hurt until my hands wrench his shirt open, exposing his chest to me. A gasp fills the space between us as I tug it over his shoulders and down his arms.

“You ruined my shirt.”

“Fuck your shirt.”

He huffs as I reach down and fumble with the button on his shorts. “And fuck these shorts too.”

My fingertips can’t get a good grip. They’re shaking so much he has to reach down and help me. But with a coordinated shove of our palms, they’re wrenched down his thighs and he’s naked, his cock slapping his stomach as he kicks his clothes to the side.

I stare down at his dick and wet my lips.

“You’re big, Matt,” I rasp.

“So are you,” he replies, biting his bottom lip. “Show me again. I need to see it.”

I whip my shirt off and with a flick of my wrist, my shorts are shoved off without a second thought. I end up as naked as he is, my cock standing straight up from my body, red and angry. Wanting to come. Wanting relief.

No. Not yet.

Not fucking yet.

Matthias’s eyes slide across my skin as I stroke myself, reaching down to cradle my balls as I do. “Like what you see?”

“Yes,” he breathes, and I feel my chest expand. He likes what he sees. He likes me.

“Good. Then don’t move. I have plans for you.”

I step toward the fridge, bending down to the freezer and pulling out an ice cube. Matthias’s breathing is labored as he waits, and I make a show of it, peering over my shoulder and watching as he admires me. I’m nothing to look at, not right now, but when he looks at me like that…it makes me feel perfect.

I slam the freezer door shut and step back in front of him, pushing that ice cube between my lips and wetting it before placing it on his shoulder.

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