Page 44 of My Secret Bandit

“Tell me. How wet are you? Are your panties soaked yet?” His fingers tightened a little more as he finished and I inched up, following his twist.

I nodded, my fingers landing on my achy center. I circled it once, taking my lip between my teeth and slamming my eyes closed.

“What did I do for you in those dreams, Jameson? I did touch you the way you’re doing it now? Suck your neck the way you like? Or squeeze your breasts, like this?” His hand cupped me and squeezed. It felt different. Better than when I did it. And when he pinched my nipple through my shirt, my fingers sped up. “Tell me, baby. Every little detail.”

I nodded, breathless as I imagined my fingers were his and let that take me higher. “You started off slow. Soft kisses down my neck, over my chest. Your tongue flicked over my nipple, teasing it. Then you drew it into your mouth,” I slowed my fingers, slipping one inside and pumping.

“Open your eyes. Watch me like I’m watching you.” I did as he said and followed his hand as he stroked himself slowly. “What next?”

“I held on. Held you tight, my fingers wrapped in your hair. Urging you to suck me harder. Then you moved, you left soft bites down my body, along my thighs. You hovered above me, kissing my mouth before doing the same… lower.” My free hand covered his and with that connection I worked us both at the same speed. His fist clenched beneath mine and my hips rolled, trying to find some kind of relief.

Seeing my struggle, Mateo lowered onto the floor beside me. He pulled me to straddle his leg then pressed his hand on mine over my pants. There was that friction I needed. I laid my head back and moaned before burying my face in his neck. My hips ground against his leg and my hand replaced his around his cock as his fingers dug into my skin. I pumped him harder, faster, matching how I moved inside myself.

“Mateo, I want to…”

“Good, baby, keep going. Take what you need. Take it all.” He held me tightly, one hand driving my mouth to his. He tugged my lip between his teeth and kissed me. Just as hard and fast as everything else.

“What happened next?” he growled in my ear. “Did I use my tongue? Did I plunge it in deep, lap you up and tell you how fucking sweet you tasted? Did I slip my fingers inside you, feel you tighten around them? Did I suck that pretty little clit into my mouth until you screamed?”

“Oh god, Mateo. Yes!“ Every muscle tightened, fire took hold and my hips moved without abandon against him. My orgasm came hard, it came fast, and it left me breathless, clinging to Mateo.

After a minute I switched hands. The one coated in my slick heat now moved lazily against him.

I kissed his neck as he held me, feeling a new rush of want circling my gut with the way my juices now slid over his skin. Shifting down, I kissed his swollen tip and pulled it between my lips, savoring the flavor of us on his skin. I moved slow at first, picking up my pace as I felt him thicken inside my mouth. I moved back up, sucking the skin along his jaw and ran my tongue up his ear. “Come for me, Mateo.”

With my whisper, he squeezed me, his body contracting just as mine did, his cum spilling onto my fist still secured around him. “Fuck, Jameson.“ Breathing hard, he rested his forehead against mine, his hand slipped over mine. Dragging his thumb through our mixed orgasms, he lifted, curling it into my mouth, and I sucked it clean. “So full of surprises.” He pulled my mouth to his, kissing me with a fervor I’d never experienced.

We cleaned each other off and readied for bed. I caught Mateo’s wide smile as he watched me slide in next to him. When I glared at him he chuckled. “Look at us. Both came and didn’t even break any rules. Team work!” He held up his hand for a high five.

Even through my blush, I laughed and swatted his hand down, “You didn’t, can’t say the same for myself.”

“Eh.” He waved it off, like me loving how his cock filled my mouth didn’t break any rules or promises. “We’ll call it a gray area.”

I woke the next morning to rustling in the kitchen, and the smell of fresh coffee pulled me out from under the warm comforter. Peeking from the room, I saw Mateo, bare back facing me as he worked away on the stove.

Tiptoeing into the kitchen, I hugged my arms around his waist.

“Aw.You’re not supposed to be awake yet.“ He turned in my arms, spatula in hand. “I wanted to bring you breakfast in bed.”

He bent down to kiss my nose.

“Sorry.” I yawned. “I can go back if you want. I’ll even pretend to be asleep.”

“No worries, baby. I’d rather have you in here anyway,” he said, turning back to flip the bacon.

“What kind of madman cooks bacon without a shirt on?” Kissing the skin between his shoulder blades, I thought about how every time I cook it, I wear long sleeves and contemplate on whether wearing gloves would be too silly.

Spoiler alert: I almost always ended up in gloves.

“You sound impressed.”

I laughed. “By you? Always.”

I watched him from the other side of the counter. He found plates and silverware without even trying to ask for help. He sat beside me, his shoulder nudging mine with a wink. We ate in comfortable, content silence.

“This was great. Thank you,” I said, finishing off the coffee he’d put just the right amount of creamer in it.

“You’re welcome. Needed to make sure my girlfriend had the proper fuel to get through a day full of pilates and journalistic discoveries.”

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