Page 89 of Covenant

He huffs and then sinks back, glancing up at the ceiling. “That’s all I’m saying. I’m not going into detail.”

I stare at him, my cock perking up. “Does that mean you want me to fuck you?” I ask, and his nostrils flare at my question.

“No, but I don’t like being caught off guard with this kind of thing…”

My eyes bore into him as he looks everywhere but me.

I shift up on to my knees, bubbles trailing down my chest as I scoot toward him. His legs fall open and I slip between them.

My fingers touch his chin and I bring his gaze to mine.

“Look at me and tell me what you want.”

“Wy, don’t you know? I’ll take whatever you’ll give me. I just wanted to be ready…to not make it harder for you.”

My thumb trails across his bottom lip and I reach my other hand between us, grabbing on to his cock and stroking it.

“Being with you like this isn’t hard at all. Weird, right? Because it should be. Why isn’t it?” His breathing picks up as I continue to touch him. “I think I quite like torturing you. That must be it.”

He groans, tilting his head back slightly as I lean forward and suck on his Adam’s apple. I can hear his soft moaning, can feel it hit my lips as I lap at him. When I finally pull away, his chest is heaving.

“Turn over, knees on that step, ass up so I can reach it.”

His eyes widen, and I chuckle as I stand up, water sluicing down me.

“I’m not fucking you yet. But I am going to play with you a bit. Where’s the lube?”

“Top right drawer,” he replies as I step toward it. Of course he put his shit away all nice and neat. I’m still living out of my suitcase. Probably will be for weeks after we arrive home.

Unless Matthias unpacks for me like he did last time. I shouldn’t like the thought of that as much as I do.

I pull open the drawer and grab the bottle, bubbles littering the floor as I walk back to him. He’s positioned himself on his knees, his back arched. His ass is bobbing just above the water, like the perfect apple. I want to bend down and bite it, but I don’t. Instead, I just move in behind him, letting my fingers trail over his wet skin, feeling him tremble.

“Want to know a secret?”

“Mhm.”

“When you told me all those years ago you were a bottom…I did some research.”

“Wy,” he groans as I kneel between his spread legs and use my hands to pull his cheeks apart.

“Seems there’s a thing called a prostate massage. Very fascinating.”

“Oh god,” he moans as I uncap the lube and dribble an ample amount down his crack. It lingers around his pink, puckered hole and I slide my finger around his rim. I feel it quiver against my fingertip before working my way inside.

He gasps as I breach him, his forehead hitting the edge of the tub as he holds on. My finger pushes into him, moving in gently and slowly until I’m knuckle-deep. And then I just hold myself there, surprised that I like being inside of him. It’s erotic. Sexy. Something that will make me wake up hard and panting in the middle of the night.

My finger slides out of him, I add more lube and work it in again. This time, instead of fucking him with it, I twist my wrist, searching for that small nub that I’ve read about and when I crook my finger and he bucks up, I feel my cock jerk between my legs.

“Oh fuck!” Matthias moans. “Oh fuck.Fuuuuck,” he moans as I press against it, rubbing it slightly. His legs are shaking, his knuckles white as he grasps the side of the tub.

“Is this how you knew you’d like bottoming?” I ask. “Did you stick your finger inside yourself and pretend it was a dick?”

“Oh god. Wy.” He’s panting now, and I’m barely doing anything. But I can tell he’s close to the edge. Just from this. Oh, this is going to be so fun. Who knew cold, unfeeling Matthias felt so much?

Because of me. Because of what I’m doing to him. I’m almost drunk on the power. On the knowledge that his pleasure is in my hands.

I continue to play with him, making his cries grow louder, more visceral until his hole clamps around my finger and I feel him jerk forward. His body spasms, his neck arched back as he gasps for air.

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