Page 32 of Otter Heart
Leaning forward, I pressed my lips to his again. And, without hesitation, Mateo kissed me back. His tongue slid inside my mouth and his weight pressed against me. With his free hand he threw my blanket aside, pushing me down onto my back, our chests pressed together. His lips and tongue continued working mine as he spread my legs wide, placing himself between them. Something hard and long pressed up against my ass and I gasped. His cock was bigger than I thought and there was nothing keeping us apart except a thin strip of jersey.
“Don’t worry, baby,” he growled. “I’m not gonna take youtonight.” He reached down, wrapping a hand around my cock as I moaned into his mouth. “You’ve been hard since the laundry room, haven’t you?”
I moaned a yes between his lips, still kissing him as I ground my aching cock against his palm. Now that he’d touched me, I was aching for more. In fact, I’d lost control completely. Whatever he wanted from me, he could have. There was no stopping myself now.
Mateo let go of me only for a moment to pull down his own shorts. A hot and heavy cock flopped out, landing against my own. Without a word he wrapped his hand around us both, stroking our thick rods together.
“Mmmm,” he moaned, kissing his way down my neck. “Do you always pre-cum this much?”
“Y-Yes,” I stammered, shaking under his touch.
“I bet it’s tasty.” He lifted a finger to his lips, sucking it clean before returning it to our cocks. “Oh yeah… you taste wonderful, baby.”
Fuck… he was turning me on so fucking much it was almost frightening. We’d been going at it for what? Forty-five seconds and I was already on the verge of blowing my load. But the way his cock felt grinding against mine, the intensity of his attention, and those soft lips of his. There was nothing I could do to hold it back. Already I was throbbing in his hand, my muscles tensing.
“Mateo,” I gasped, my body tensing against him. “I… I’m not gonna last.”
“Then don’t,” he replied matter-of-factly. “Cum for me.”
It was almost too much to take. Mateo stroked our cocks faster, his thick rod grinding against the sensitive underside of mine. I felt him throb against me, his cockhead drooling pre-cum all over my crown. Every single decadent moment pushed me to the limits of my sanity. My eyes rolled back as I moaned, fucking Mateo’s hand and his cock. He leaned down, clamping his teeth on one of my nipples and I let out a scream of ecstasy.
There was no holding back the flood gates after that.
A shiver ran up and down my spine, collecting at the base of my balls. Muscles tensed and I fucked his hand faster, our pre-cum creating the most perfect friction. With a cry of delight, I arched my back and came, shooting my load all over his cock and my belly. Wave after wave of pleasure rushed over me and I nearly lost track of all time and space. But the one thing that tethered me to the material plane was the feeling of Mateo’s rock-hard uncut cock still grinding against mine.
His breath became short and only a few strokes later, he rocked his hips forward, grinding the entire weight of his body against my cock. With a moan he came, covering my belly in thick sticky stripes of cum. It was only after he’d completely spent himself that he let go of my nipple and kissed his way back up to my neck where he finally collapsed against me.
“Fuck…” I groaned, still breathing hard. “That… That wasreallygood.”
“Not sure I like the tone of surprise,” he smiled back, his head buried in my neck. “But I’m glad you liked it.”
I waited for a heartbeat before I said, “You’re really beautiful, you know?” I wasn’t sure why I felt like I had to say it. “I know looks don’t really matter to you, but you are one of the most beautiful men I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
“You’re not just saying that because I gave you the frotting of your life?”
I shook my head. “No. I’ve wanted to say it for a while.”
“Well,” he smiled, kissing me again. “I’ll take your word for it.”
Suddenly there was a cold nose stuffed against our cheeks and we both gasped in fright.
“Jesus Bessie!” Mateo groaned, nudging her away. “You perv! Go to another room!”
Chapter Thirteen: Mateo
“Ichallenge you all to think of To Kill a Mockingbird as not just a story from a bygone age, but one that can be applied to our own time. Segregation may no longer exist legally, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen,” I said, addressing my online students. “Segregation still happens amongst several minority groups, including African Americans. But this goes beyond race and into other areas like gender, sexual orientation, class, and marital status.”
The computer made a soft chime.
“Yes? Who raised their hand?”
“Gregory,” a student answered. “I was wondering about Boo Radley. He seems like the marginalized people you’re talking about, but in a different way.”
“That’s right,” I nodded. “The book doesn’t make it clear whether Boo is someone with a learning disability or something else. All we know is that he’s a recluse who speaks very little and that he shows up in the hour of greatest need. However, Scout’s unwavering acceptance of him is a direct contrast to how the townspeople treated Tom Robinson. It’s my belief that Harper Lee was trying to show us the truth that remains relevant today. Children are willing to blindly accept people for who they are. While adults, although they have more experience, are blindedby prejudice taught to them throughout their lives. It’s through the eyes of children that we can see everyone deserves to be treated fairly and equally instead of carrying the hate from the past into the future.”
“Annette,” another student chimed in. “But isn’t blind acceptance ofanyonedangerous? I mean, we all know that not everyone is nice or willing to help us. A strange man who only comes out at night has about as much chance of being a Boo Radley as I do of becoming an astronaut.”
There were a few laughs that swept over the class, and I couldn’t help but smile as well.
