Page 49 of One Day Like This (Excess All Areas 1)

Matt did as she asked, sliding his jeans and boxer briefs over his hips. It felt illicit, like she was really with him. “Done.”

“So, Matt. I’m going to lick my lips and get them really wet so there is no friction when I slide my mouth over your dick. Am I wearing lipstick?”

“No. Just those sweet plump lips of yours.” The thought of them opening to cover his dick while her eyes stayed pinned on his caused pre-cum to leak from his tip. He’d come soon but didn’t want to until she sucked him deep.

“Okay. I’m lowering my mouth and slowly enveloping your head. It’s so swollen as I press my lips tightly around it. Just the tip at first, getting it nice and wet. I’m swirling my tongue over your slit, around the rim. And you taste so good, Matt.”

Matt groaned at the visual. He ran his finger where she’d told him her tongue would be.

“You’re getting wetter now as I leave saliva behind. I grip your dick with one hand and begin to stroke up and down while sucking as much of you into my mouth as I can.”

“Ah, fuck, Iz. I can see it. I can feel it. Keep talking.”

“You run your fingers through my hair, not to hold me in place, but because you just need to. I lift up on my knees so I can take more of you. Deeper. Faster now. I reach for your balls and tug on them gently. Do it, Matt. Pretend it’s me.”

Matt perched the phone between his ear and shoulder and did as she asked. “Your hands are softer than mine.”

“Matt, I can feel you getting more turned on, can feel you getting harder. You start to move and groan beneath me. I want to hear you.”

“Ah, Iz. I’m so fucking close to the edge.”

“I’m sucking fast now. My head bobs as my fist squeezes your cock. It feels like I’m riding you. Can you feel it?”

“Yeah, sweetheart. Iz. I’m going to come.”

“Where do you want it to go. In my mouth or over my breasts?”

“Mouth,” he grunted, just before his world tilted and he came with a groan. “Izabel.”

The sound of his heavy breathing was the only sound between them.

“How was it?” Izabel asked finally.

“I just came all over my T-shirt and feel like I ran a marathon. For such a pretty thing, you have a sexy mouth, sweetheart.”

Izabel laughed, the sound lightening the mood, but they still needed ground rules.

“You know we can’t go public with this. Not yet.” He didn’t want to tell her about the conversation he’d had with Luke on the anniversary of their dad’s death. It wasn’t fair to Luke.

“I know. This is more than I thought I would get. But it’s just for now, right?”

“Yeah. For now.”

“I don’t think I can share you, though. I know when you guys go play and ... well, I see Luke and—”

“The only person I want to put my hands on is you. And your hands are the only ones I want on me. So, yeah. Not sharing.” Matt shook his head. “But you should be with a guy who will give you everything. Not just snatched moments every now and then.”

“Stolen moments with you are better than any public moment I’ve ever had with any other guy.”

His chest expanded at her words. “We’ll figure it out, I promise. Just for now, you need to keep it a secret. Okay?”

“I will. Thank you, for today, for this.”

“I’m sorry I was a jerk. I thought I could stay away. I saw your text, but not responding was a test to see if I could keep you at a distance.”

“Apology accepted.”

“I missed you, Iz,” he admitted.

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