Page 7 of Shot For Mercy

He grabs a joint from his nightstand, lighting it, and taking a long hit. I laugh when he coughs and he passes it to me. I take a hit too, my head feeling light and fuzzy immediately. God, it’s been such a long time. I’m going to be fucked up if I finish it with him. But maybe that’s exactly what I need.

We sit on his bed, and he passes me the open whiskey bottle. I drink straight from the source, then pass it to him. We trade the joint for the whiskey, back and forth until we finish it. Before I know it, half the bottle is gone, and my head is spinning. I can tell we’re both fucked up.

I lie down, my head hitting the pillow, and he puts the bottle on the nightstand. Matteo comes right to me, lying down next to me and facing me. He gets closer and closer until our foreheads are touching, and I suck in a sharp breath. His eyes are full of pain as his knuckles brush over my cheek, and maybe I’m touch starved, but my entire body lights up like fireworks. This isn’t good.

“Beautiful.,” he whispers, his lips brushing against mine. I close my eyes, unable to look at him. “One kiss.”

And I don’t know why I can never fucking deny him, because I nod and press my lips to his. The first press of our lips is lightning to my cock, and he rubs against it with his hand. I know he can feel how hard I am, and when he shoves his tongue between my lips roughly, we moan in unison.

“One night,” I whisper, and he nods eagerly.

Matteo pushes me onto my back, then grabs a bottle of lube from under his pillow. “Did you fuck anyone while you were in there?”

I immediately shake my head. “Fuck no.”

“Good,” he whispers. “I want to go bare.”

I pause.

He’s the only one who I’ve ever gone bare with. Hell, he’s the only person I’ve ever kissed. So why am I hesitating?

“Unless you don’t want to.” He rears back, looking into my eyes. “It’s whatever you want.”

It’s our last time, so I nod. “Fuck me bare.”

I’m probably going to regret it. It’s way too intimate.

Matteo takes off his clothes quickly, showing me golden skin and endless abs. A sculpted chest and tan nipples. His thick cock, curved slightly to the right. I know he’s going to feel amazing, and my cock twitches in anticipation. I sit up and pull my shirt off, and he unbuttons my jeans, pulling them off roughly along with my underwear until we’re both naked. He takes me in, and I wonder what he sees. But then he grins, and I know he likes it. Me.

“You’re so fucking sexy, baby.” Matteo groans, spreading my legs wide and staring. “Look at that pretty little hole. I’m going to fill it with my cum. Do you want that, Cole?”

I whimper, “Yes.”

The truth is, I haven’t had sex in so long that I’m all keyed up. I don’t want to stop. I need this. I need him. Even if it’s the last time I let it happen, for both of our sakes.

“But first, I’m gonna swallow yours.”

He gets down on his belly between my legs, then licks the head of my cock. I tense and groan, and he sucks me between his lips and to the back of his throat. He swallows around me like a goddamn pro, and suddenly I wonder who he’s been fucking. But I quickly get it out of my head. I want to focus on him. On this moment.

I hear Matteo uncap the lube, and suddenly cold, wet fingers are pressed to my entrance. I relax and bear down, welcoming him into my body. The burn is blinding, and I take a deep breath in through my nose.

“Relax for me, baby,” Matteo says. “If you can’t take my fingers, how are you supposed to take my cock?”

“I’ll take it,” I say through gritted teeth, welcoming the burn and bearing down further. His fingers slip in, one after the other, until two are filling me. “Suck my cock, Matteo. Suck it or you don’t get to come. I’ll leave this room while you’re fucking aching for me.”

“Talk dirty to me.” He smirks, then takes my cock back down his throat and crooks his fingers inside of me.

I see stars.

My vision turns fuzzy around the edges as he rubs against my prostate and simultaneously swallows around me. I grab his hair, tightening my fingers around the strands, and pull him closer to me until his nose is brushing against the neatly trimmed hair at the base of my cock. He inhales sharply, unabashedly smelling me, and I groan.

“Fuck, Matteo,” I curse. “You really know how to take a cock down your throat. Are you going to be a good boy for me and let me fuck your face?”

“Mhm,” he moans, and I plant my feet onto the mattress and begin to thrust up into his mouth.

I hear him gag, and my balls rise up toward my body as he continues to finger my ass. “That’s it, Matty. Choke on my cock.”

Matteo’s free hand grips my hip for dear life as I fuck his face with wild abandon, and he swallows greedily as I come down his throat. He thrusts a third finger into me, crooking all of them, and my orgasm feels like it goes on for fucking ever. Once I’m done coming down his throat, he pulls away from me and removes his fingers from my ass.

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