Page 21 of Sapphire

This makes me smile. I love the way I make him wild with my fingers.

I push another in, stretching him, getting him ready for me. His eyes are closed, his large hand gliding against his cock. Slowly I take my fingers out of him, making him whimper. Placing the head of my cock at his back entrance, I rub a little more lube along my length before teasing his hole.

“Please, Tomas, please,” he begs, still pumping away.

I push myself in slowly, pushing past the little bit of resistance until I am balls deep inside him.

“Ahh, Tomas,” Mateo moans.

Then I start pumping. Mateo’s legs wrap around my waist, urging me on, harder, faster. My office fills with the sounds of our passion.

“Tomas, harder, please, harder!” Mateo encourages me.

I do as he asks, fucking him harder. Fuck, I love everything about this man. I watch his hand moving furiously along his thick length, his six-packed abs begin to tense and strain the closer that he’s getting to release. Until he’s unable to hold on any longer and ribbons of white hit his shirt as Mateo grunts his release.

The sight of his orgasm has me coming, my own animalistic grunts following his.

We are quiet for a moment.

My legs feel like they are made of jelly and are shaking from the powerful orgasm. I take my shirt off as I gently pull myself out of him. I wipe my release from his entrance, cleaning him up. Mateo has a satisfied look on his face.

“Come on, let’s get cleaned up and head to bed, where I can have my way with you again, but this time I’m on top,” he says, giving me a heated wink.

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“I’m sorry, I have to go. Are you going to be okay here?” Mateo asks me.

I love that he’s worried about Zoe and me, but it might give us time to get to know each other better. I can ask some questions without Mateo flitting around, interrupting us.

“Yes, now go, you have an important meeting to get to. We will be fine.”

He nods and slaps my back because that’s what friends do with each other. It wasn’t exactly friendly, what we did to each other last night. I hate that we are hiding in my own home, but Mateo reassures me when he gets back, he will talk to Zoe and explain our relationship.

“Not long, my love,” he says before sauntering off toward the pool where Zoe is sunbaking. He leans over her and tells her something.

She gives him a smile.

My heart races as I watch them together, jealousy gnawing at my insides.

He kisses her cheek, and she giggles again like they all do when they are hit with the full force of Mateo’s attention—he’s intoxicating. No one is immune.

Her eyes follow him as he walks away, and she lets out a sigh.

I know his ass is spectacular.Maybe our little guest has developed a crush on Mateo also. I’m not sure if I like it. Might be in my best interest to get to know her better and subtly let her know Mateo is off-limits.

8

ZOE

To say I’m worried about being left alone in the house with Tomas is an understatement. I know he’s not keen on me being here. Although he’s been polite to me during my stay, he hasn’t been as warm as Mateo is. It could be the differences in their personalities, or maybe he just takes a while to warm up to people. It’s not like this is a normal situation we find ourselves in. Guess I’m going to find out today.

I’ve kept myself busy lazing by the pool while Tomas has busied himself inside, but it looks like it’s time to break the ice between us. My stomach flutters with nervousness as he walks toward me. He’s wearing a pair of navy board shorts, his white collared shirt unbuttoned and flapping in the breeze, showing off his spectacular abs. Tomas is an extremely good-looking man. He’s leaner than Mateo, but he looks just as fit. They probably work out in the gym together.

Why did that sound hot?Shut up, Zoe.I roll my eyes at myself behind my sunglasses. Gosh, I’m pathetic, these two men have been nothing but gracious toward me, opening their home to a virtual stranger, and here I am leering at them like some goddamn creeper.

“Hey,” Tomas greets me, a smile spread across his perfect face as he takes the sun bed beside me, throwing his hands behind his head and making his toned biceps flex.

“Hi.” My greeting comes out in a whisper.

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