Page 45 of Otter Heart
I just did.
And that started me down the spiral.
Mateo wasn’tmine. He wasn’t my husband, my boyfriend, and he was barely even my lover. He was just a friend. He just happened to be one that came with some benefits while he helped me out of my personal dating funk. From the beginning we’d both made that exceptionally clear. I needed his help opening up to people and learning to date and he wanted me tobe the bottom in our fake relationship in return. So far, both of us had gotten exactly what we wanted. I was an easy piece of ass, and he was someone to stop me from becoming a hermit for the rest of my life.
But was that all we were to each other?
Our conversation the night before on the beach had felt… I don’t know.Different, I guess. Something about it hinted at a deeper connection between us. Maybe I was making it up, but he seemed not only genuinely interested in trying to help me figure out my life, but he also seemed upset when I mentioned we were just friends.
After I’d stepped into the lake, I decided to test him. I planned to ask him to be myrealboyfriend. To tell him that I felt we could be somethingmore. But when I tried to force the words out of my mouth, they came out as barely more than a whisper.
And he didn’t react.
I knew how sensitive his hearing was, so I figured he heard me anyway. But he still didn’t say anything. In fact, he didn’t hint at it all night. He just went on pretending that nothing had happened between us. That the entire conversation was merely a couple of friends trying to support one another while I stood there with an ache in my ass where his cock had been only twenty minutes before.
That moment, more than anything, threw my world into sharp focus. I’d come to the conclusion that I wanted Mateo. But he wasn’t yet convinced about me. So that meant I needed to fight for him. If a whispered admission didn’t get his attention, then I’d show him how good of a boyfriend I could be with my actions. Maybe that would convince him that I was serious. Acts of service was a love language I could learn to be more mindful about and one I hoped would prove to him that I cared for him more than beingjust friends.
I smiled to myself, snuggling into him a bit more as I made up my mind at last.
Finally, I was going to give love a try. And this time I’d be open to it if he ever told me he loved me back.
And for my first act of service, I figured Mateo could use a nice morning wake up.
I wiggled my butt, feeling his stiff cock already wedged against my back. Since I was a bit taller than him, that meant I had to contort myself a little to get the angle just right. But I was determined and within a few seconds I’d managed to get his cock pressed neatly against my cheeks without waking him up.
“What are you up to?” he muttered groggily in my ear.
Well, I guess I wasn’t as sneaky as I thought.
“I’m yours,” I whispered back, grinding my butt against him a bit more. “Whatever you want to do.”
“Hmmm,” he hummed, kissing the back of my neck. “Don’t stop.”
He rocked his hips, pressing his thick cockhead against my hole. I let out a soft moan, using the motion to reach out and grab the lube from the bedside table. Dolloping a small amount in my hand, I reached back and wrapped my fist around his cock, pumping the lube over his shaft.
“That should help.”
“Mmm…” he moaned in reply, fucking my fist slowly.
I aimed him back toward home plate and wrapped my lubed hand around my own cock. With almost zero effort, Mateo found the perfect angle and leaned forward. His cockhead slowly stretched me as I stroked myself. Soft whimpers filled the room as he rocked back and forth. Finally, with a small pop and a rush of endorphins, he was inside me.
“Fuck,” he groaned, squeezing me tightly against him as he kissed my neck and chewed on my ear. “You are so fucking tight.”
“Then stretch me out,” I challenged, pushing back against him.
I didn’t have to ask twice as Mateo rocked his hips forward, sliding himself all the way to the hilt in a matter of seconds. The sudden rush of ecstasy took my breath away and I let out a sharp gasp followed by a deep moan of pleasure.
“Oh. You liked that, did you?”
“Uh-huh,” I breathed, burying my face in the pillow.
“Then I guess I can keep going.”
Mateo rocked back and forth, pulling his cock all the way out before slipping it back inside. Each time I let out a gasp, unable to control the sounds coming out of my own mouth. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through my body. I’d already abandoned my own cock, knowing I’d blow if I kept touching myself. And I didn’t want it to be over yet.
But Mateo wasn’t going hard enough either. As much as I wanted to tell him to fuck me, he still had it in his head that I needed gentleness. But that’s not what I needed right now. And there was only one way to fix it.
I pulled away from him and got up on my knees.
