Page 42 of Otter Heart
“You’re easy to read,” he cooed. “I can feel every tense muscle, every hitched breath, and every throb of your cock. Making you cum is going to be like playing an old familiar song.”
God… why did he have to talk like that? I didn’t think it was possible to be more turned on than I already was.
“Then play me,” I replied at last. “I… Ineedit.”
“Anything you say, baby.”
There were no more words as Mateo slowly began to make good on his promise. For a full minute he played with me, grinding his cock over my prostate at an agonizingly slow pace. But I couldn’t complain. The sensations were so intense that I wasn’t sure if I’d make it to the actual fucking. I felt like he was pushing me to the edge of oblivion, but never hard enough to go over the edge. And the ecstasy was so all-consuming that I could do little else but kneel there, letting him use my body in any way he pleased.
And boy did he use me. When he was finally done torturing my prostate, he allowed himself to slip down to the hilt, his massive cock stretching me to what felt like my limits. I moaned and groaned into the sofa, never lifting my head. I was so busy trying to remember to breathe and trying to stop myself from cumming that I could think of little else. His fingers traced over my skin as he rocked back and forth. They worked their way up to my shoulders, across my back, and down to my ass where he squeezed and moaned with satisfaction. A sharp slap across my left cheek caused me to jump, but the pain just turned me on even more.
I heard Mateo grin when I started to bounce back against him, eager for his thick cock to work its magic. He timed his thrusts just right to make sure our bodies collided with enough force to send a shockwave through my cock. I was leaking so much pre-cum all over the place, but I didn’t care. I just needed more and more of him.
With every small noise I made, Mateo took note, adjusting his technique to bring me more delight than I thought possible. Nobody had ever fucked me like him and for the first time in my life, I was starting to understand why some guys liked to bottom. With an observant top like Mateo, the experience was truly incredible. It made me wonder how many bottoms I’d done a disservice to over the years.
However, as Mateo’s pace began to increase, there was no time to berate myself for the mistakes of the past. Our mutual pleasure was reaching a fever pitch and there was no room left for other thoughts. The only thing that mattered was the orgasm we were both sprinting toward.
“Fuck…” Mateo growled. “I’m… so close.”
“Me too,” I replied, my cock still untouched thanks to his deliciously wonderful fucking.
“Flip over.”
Before I could answer, Mateo pulled his cock out, leaving me gaping and already missing his amazing girth. He grabbed my hips and rolled me onto my back, placing himself between my legs. Pushing his cock against mine, he took both of us in his fist and began to pump. Between the lube and the ridiculous amount of pre-cum I’d been making, we were slick within seconds.
“Fuck…” I moaned, rocking against him instinctively. “Fuck… that feels good.”
“I’m gonna cum,” he growled back.
“Me too.”
Not slowing his pace, Mateo and I ground our swollen cocks together under his hand. A shiver of delight ran down my spine as all the muscles in my body tensed. A familiar tinglegathered in my balls, and I knew I was about to blow. But I didn’t get there first.
Mateo, with a sudden cry, rocked his hips forward, his heavy balls drawing up as he spent himself all over my cock and belly. He didn’t stop stroking, but even if he did, I don’t think it would’ve mattered. The sudden heat of his cum coating my skin pushed me over the edge. With my teeth gritted and a hand gripping his thigh, I came right after him, my cum mixing with his as I coated my belly and chest.
Letting go of our cocks at last, Mateo leaned forward his body resting against mine with my legs hitched up over his hips. Both of us struggled to catch our breath. I lifted my arms, wrapping them around his neck and pulling him close, ignoring the mess between us.
“That was… really good,” I muttered, kissing his neck.
“Yeah,” he replied. “Thank you.”
I furrowed my brows, not sure why he was thanking me when he’d done all the work. Still, I couldn’t deny that it made my heart soar to hear those words.
“Thank you,” I said. “That might’ve been the best fucking I’ve ever had.” I kissed him again. “Can we do it again?”
“Give me ten minutes,” he laughed, kissing me back.
“I’ll hold you to that.”
His grip tightened on my thigh. “Good.”
Chapter Eighteen: Mateo
We were sitting on the beach, a blanket big enough to cocoon us both wrapped around our shoulders. Adam sat in front of me, his head against my chest. My arms were around his shoulders, holding the blanket over us both to keep out the cool night air. Tiny waves lapped at the shore and the entire world was overcome with a still peace that seemed to sink into everything it touched.
I wasn’t sure why Adam wanted to go down to the beach after we’d fucked for the second time, but I was only too happy to oblige. He’d been pretty quiet after the experience, but every time he spoke, I could hear the smile on his face and the lightness in his voice. I felt a surge of pride knowing that I was the one that did that for him. He hadn’t been this relaxed since I’d met him. And now he was sighing in contentment every couple of minutes. It was adorable.
For a while I was happy just to be near him and enjoy the quiet. It had been a long time since I’d felt this sort of peace. Actually, now that I thought about it, I wasn’t sure I’deverfelt like that before. There had been plenty of peaceful moments in my life, sure. But this kind of quiet joy that sank down into your very bones?Thatwas new.
