Page 91 of Covenant

Don’t fucking think of that. Don’t. This is nothing more than sexual gratification. Getting each other off while we both wait for the contract to end.

“What’s wrong? Why’d you stop?” Matthias asks, breathless.

I crook my fingers and make him arch back against the movement. “Who said I was stopping?”

“Oh fuck,” he murmurs as I resume fucking into him with my fingers. He bends one of his legs up slightly, changing the angle and starts to writhe back against my hand. Fuck, I want to stick my cock inside of him. I want to impale him on me. Funnily enough, just yesterday I was unsure if I was ready to do that, but now…after all night of being inside of him in some way…it no longer seems like something I’m struggling with.

I think it would feel glorious.

Plus, he’s so fucking hot. I guess I always thought he was. Even when we were young I’d find myself just watching him.

“I want your dick. I want to suck your cock,” Matthias gasps. “Give it to me. Rough. I want it rough.”

Not questioning or hesitating, I slip my fingers from his ass and pull him further down the bed, turning him onto his back. His cock slaps against his stomach as I place my leg over his head and slot my dick at his mouth, slipping it inside. He groans around me as I lean over and enter his ass once more. My head rests on his thigh, my lips brushing over those taught and quivering muscles of his abdomen as I enter him at both ends.

His dick jumps each time I press against his prostate and my mouth opens on a low groan as Matthias shifts closer and sucks me down further. My eyes roll back in my head at the feel of him slobbering around my dick and I tighten my hold on him with my legs, keeping myself in the back of his throat for a long minute. He struggles for a moment before my legs loosen and he pulls off, gasping for air before grabbing on to my ass and attacking my dick with a ferocity that has me nearly arching off the bed.

Fuck, why is it like this with him? Why the fuck is it so good?

I add a third finger into him, wanting to give it to him as rough as he wants it, and he cries out at the stretch. I twist my wrist, spreading my fingers and opening him further. As I do this, I let my face sink into his groin, inhaling the musky scent of him.

I shouldn’t like this. I shouldn’t and yet the way he feels around me, the way he consumes me has me dragging my teeth over the base of his cock. Matthias cries out, his muffled scream jolting through my dick and to my balls.

I mouth at the base of his cock, letting my tongue feel him, exploring. Tasting.

He’s wild with lust now, his fingers digging roughly into my ass as he does something with his tongue that makes my heart skip a beat and my eyes cross.

And as pleasure overwhelms me, I push my mouth down on his dick. I can’t stop myself. I take him as deep as I can and suck.

That’s all it takes. I’m falling.

As my cock jerks its release, I feel Matt’s ass tighten around my fingers. His cum spills into me as he cries out.

I cough slightly, letting it drip from my mouth, gathering around the neatly trimmed pubic hair of his groin. And yet still, I can taste him, that bitter-sweet flavor of him.

My cock falls from his mouth and my fingers pull from his ass as the two of us try and catch our breath.

“You sucked my dick,” he finally says, his voice hoarse.

“I wanted a taste.”

“Shit, Wy. You can’t…oh god, now I want you to do that again.”

“Maybe I’ll give it to you again. Who knows.”

He lifts his head and meets my gaze, groaning as he flops back against his pillow.

“Fuck. I’m not going to make it a year with you.”

I let out a laugh, even though it feels hollow. “Same. I haven’t come this much in my life.”

He’s quiet a moment and then asks, “It wasn’t like this with Jen?”

I scoff. “No. It wasn’t.”

Then I roll up and run a hand through my hair. “I’m going to shower and then?—”

“I’m sorry to have asked that. It’s none of my business.”

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