Page 85 of Covenant

His breath hitches, and I can’t help but grin.

“You want that. Don’t you? You wake up horny every day?”

I let my hand slide down and cup his cock. And yeah, it’s hard. I stroke it as he grunts, his hands moving to touch me, to pull me into him.

“Wy. Oh god,” he moans.

“Fuck. You do want it, don’t you? A dick in your mouth to wake you up?”

He gasps as I twist my wrist and then shift up further until I’m crawling up his chest, my cock out, directed right at him. His mouth opens, his tongue wetting his lips as I drag the tip across his cheek. Pre-cum smears across his skin, and I inhale at how good he wears me.

Fuck, how did I never know it could be this hot? Why did I never think about doing this with another guy?

No, not another guy. Why didn’t I think about doing this withhimall those years ago? Why was he never a consideration?

Maybe it’s good that he wasn’t. What followed would’ve hurt even more.

You know, I’m not sure that’s true. I can’t imagine anything being more painful than the years of silence I endured.

I push that thought away, focusing on the here and now. On Matthias.

On what he’s about to do to me.

“Look at you,” I murmur as his tongue flicks out and swipes at my cockhead, desperate for it. I groan at the sensation, my brain still foggy from sleep as I try to process all of this. Is this a dream? Was yesterday?

What the fuck is happening?

And yet, despite the questions, I don’t stop.

Because Matthias is leaning up, sucking me down a little more, and I realize that none of this is something I’ve conjured up in my mind. No, this is fucking real. I can feel it, I’m experiencing it. Right now.

My hands move down to his head, cradling it as I shift forward on my knees, letting my dick slide fully into his mouth. He groans around my hard length as I tunnel farther and farther back, wondering when I should stop before realizing I don’t have to. He takes me all the way down his throat. Like a fucking king.

My mind spins, my balls tingling as he swallows around me. Curse words slip from my mouth as I stare down at him. His gaze meets mine. It’s hazy, his pupils blown out as I just hold myself there.

“Look at you?—”

I pull out slowly, listening to the slick sound of my exit, hearing the sharp inhale of his lungs before pushing all the way back in. He gags around me, then swallows the entirety of my cock once more. My eyelids flutter at the sensation slipping up my thighs and hugging my groin.

Oh god, I’m not going to last. I’m not going to fucking last.

The sight of him, drool spilling from the sides of his mouth, his cheeks flushed. The way he’s groaning as he takes me. How wide his mouth is stretched.

My hand moves down to his throat, feeling myself settled there.

God, who knew Matthias was such a cock slut? Who knew I wanted this?

Who knew I’d crave it?

My fingers tighten in his hair as I continue to fuck into his mouth, continue to watch him take me over and over. The sight of him, the feeling, the very scent of everything is too much. A minute later, I feel my cock twitch as I spill into him, his throat working to swallow it all. But he can’t contain it. It slips from his mouth and onto his cheeks, some dripping onto the pillow. My entire body is taut as I feel my release flow through me, my mouth forming unintelligible words as I try to breathe. Maybe one intelligible one.

“Matt.”

And then it’s over. Oh fuck, it’s over and it was too good. My body slumps forward, trying to catch my breath as Matthias lies there beneath me, bliss on his face, his tongue snaking out to lick at the corners of his mouth.

“Fuck,” I murmur, and his eyes slam into mine.

“That was a nice way to wake up,” he rasps, and I let out a small huff.

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