Page 90 of Covenant

And then he collapses forward. For a moment, I wonder if I killed him, but he inhales sharply and roughly, and my finger slips from him.

“Jesus, Wy. Fuck. You can’t—you can’t do that to me.”

“Why not? I plan on doing that the rest of the night.”

He turns to look at me over his shoulder, slipping slightly, water splashing over the edge of the tub and onto the ground as he falls onto his ass. I reach out and try to steady him but end up falling into him a little more.

“That was—” he swallows so loudly his throat clicks. I push back and stare at him. “That was—” he groans as I sit back on my heels and preen.

“It was better than you expected?”

“For a guy who thought he was straight a few weeks ago? Yeah. I didn’t know you even knew we had prostates.”

“I do. Even watched some porn about it. Intriguing stuff.”

Matthias just blinks up at me. “Do you ever want—?” he begins, and I shake my head.

“I don’t think so, but I like doing it to you. I like hearing you scream. It’s becoming a bit of a hobby.”

He blushes and I grin at him, unable to stop myself from leaning forward and pressing a slow, filthy kiss to those lips. He returns it, his tongue slipping into my mouth, his hands moving around to my back and pulling me into him. I end up on his lap, my hands in his hair, holding him steady as I plunder his mouth.

It’s only when the water grows cool that we pull apart, and Matthias says, “We’ve been sitting in my cum this entire time.”

“Should we rinse off in the shower?”

“Yeah. I think so,” he says, and we stand up, striding toward the shower, both our cocks hard from just kissing one another. I make sure to swipe the lube in my palm as we move from the tub to the shower, and Matthias sees this. Because when we step under the spray, he turns toward the tiled wall and arches his ass out toward me.

An offering.

I can’t help but slick up two fingers and push them into him, finding that special bump and working him toward the edge with deft precision. His cries echo off the walls as I kiss my way up his neck, biting on his shoulder, leaving marks on him. My marks.

Mine.

And when he explodes, I make sure to capture those moans of pleasure in my throat. I swallow them, letting my fist stroke my dick to get off, but he has other plans.

His hand replaces mine as he pushes me up against the wall this time, dribbling lube on my hard length and working me until it’s my turn to fall over the edge. And when I do, when I’m trembling and clawing at the wall for purchase, to find something to ground me, he pulls me into him and tucks his face into my neck.

“Wy. Please. Tell me this won’t end,” he whispers, the words almost washed away by the spray hitting the floor.

“It won’t. I plan on keeping you awake all night.”

He huffs, his shoulders sagging slightly. Perhaps it’s not what he wanted to hear, but it’s all I can give him right now.

And I’m not lying. I do plan on keeping him up all night.

I plan on making his body mine.

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“Oh god,” Matthias moans as I push my fingers into his tight ass. He’s waking up, his body prone on the mattress, his face buried in the pillow. He looks…delicious, like an early morning snack. Powerful, put-together Matthias moaning, coming undone for me.

“Oh fuck. Yes, Wy. Yes.”

“Morning,” I rumble as he turns his head, his groggy gaze meeting mine.

“Wy,” he breathes as I crook my fingers and find that small bump once more. I did it several times last night too, waking us both up by slicking up my fingers and making him come. He has to be exhausted. The sheets definitely need to be changed. Honestly, if I keep this up, by the time this marriage is over, we’ll have aged years just from lack of sleep.

The thought has me freezing, my fingers still inside of him, my heart clenching tightly.

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