Page 35 of Matteo's Mettle
Don’t get me wrong: I enjoy being his Daddy, and I don’t mind if he’s little more often than not (even if having sex with him in little space was something I did first reach out to talk to Charlie about because it turned outthatwas where I became a bit conflicted with the lifestyle) but I’m pleased we were on equal footing when I told him that I loved him for the first time.
“Oh,” Matt’s almost surprised murmur pulls me from my thoughts at the same time he disengages from the kiss, “I almost forgotmysurprise foryou.”
With my cock aching between too many layers of fabric, I’m half tempted to tell him it can wait. But then I look into his eyes which are practically dancing with excitement, and I can’t deny him. Especially not when it’s something he’s arranged for me.
Still, I do complain as he climbs off my lap and tugs me to my feet, ushering me into the master bedroom. “I do like bedroom surprises,” I joke with a laugh as he enthusiastically drags me along by the hand.
“Well, this is kind of for me as much as it is for you,” Matt says, suddenly sounding a little uncertain before he steps aside and I finally see the bed. Or, rather, the carefully laid out lingerie on top of the bed.
An array of satin and lace has been carefully arranged over the navy bedspread in a veritable rainbow of colors. There are panties and thongs, a couple of camisoles, a sheer black negligee and even a stunning corset. As I step in for a closer look, I can tell that he’s picked out quality items, many of which I’ve had sitting in my online wish list, that I know have cost him a small fortune.
“Matt…” I breathe, not knowing what to say. “This is…” Beautiful. Amazing. Too much. Perfect. “Wow.”
“You like them?” His voice is smaller again. Uncertain. He’s not Little Matty right now, but he’s not used to taking charge or making grand gestures like this (that’s more my role) and my stunned silence is probably doing more harm than good in this situation.
“Sweetheart, I love them,” I reach out to finger the sheer negligee, the material softer and smoother under my fingertips than I anticipated. I want nothing more than to strip off my business attire and slip it on instead. Somehow, I refrain. Turning to Matt, I ask in wonderment, “But…why?”
The vulnerability and insecurity melts away from his expression. “I just wanted to do something nice for you,” he explains with a shrug. “And, like I said, seeing you wearing them is a gift to myself, really.” He reaches across in front of me and picks up a lacy red camisole and matching thong. “This is my favorite of the lot. I think it’ll look hot as fu…er…sinon you.”
“Good boy,” I praise his self-censoring, then reach for the items he’s holding. “Then I guess I shouldn’t keep you waiting, huh? Better make sure they fit at the very least.”
Matt nods enthusiastically and practically shoves the set into my hands, pushing me towards the bathroom to change. Through the partially closed door that separates us, I can hear him hurriedly removing the rest of the lingerie from the bed, and he loudly declares that he’s putting it all away in my underwear drawer (the one he cleared out for me a couple of months earlier) for me to sort through later.
I toss the clothes I had been wearing into the hamper before I carefully pull on the scrap of thin material masquerading as a thong, adjusting my balls and still hard cock inside the lace. I don’t glance into the mirror above the sink until I’ve also slipped the camisole over my head.
I’ve never gone beyond just panties and thongs, so the silky, thin material across my pecs and spaghetti straps over my shoulders feel foreign to me. I’m concerned that my reflection will appear ridiculous, but after fiddling with the straps so that the cami hangs comfortably, I finally look at myself.
Whoa.
Matt was right. The bright red pops against my pale skin and black hair, and it seems to make my eyes bluer. I still look like a stocky man wearing delicate, effeminate clothing, but I can’t say that it looksbad. Just…different.
Lifting the hem of my camisole, I turn to the side, admiring my tight ass cheek and the sliver of red material peeking out from my crack and stretching over my hip. Facing forward again, I can see the tip of my cock peeking out from the top band of the front of the thong, glistening with precum. I drop the thin, almost see-through material and the hem reaches to just above the tops of my thighs, the material fluttering against the tip of my cock as I move.
“Daddy,” the plaintive whine from the bedroom jerks me from my thoughts. “Are you dressed yet? I’m dying here.”
I can’t help but chuckle. We were both worked up before I stepped away to try on some of his gifts, and ‘patient’ isn’t exactly a word I’d use to describe my boy at the best of times.
“Coming, sweetheart,” I call back.
“That’s the plan!”
I want to spank him a little for the sass, but I’m too horny and too excited to see his reaction to me wearing the lingerie he picked out to act on that urge. Instead, I take one last look in the mirror and stride to the door, swinging it open and striding into the bedroom with purpose.
Matt’s already on the bed, naked, lying on his side with his head propped on his hand, his other hand palming his leaking cock. When he sees me, his jaw goes slack. “Holy shit,” he growls out, his voice low and needy.
“Language.”
“Sorry, but have you seen yourself?” He spreads precum over the head of his cock and then down the shaft, squeezing himself on his next upstroke. His eyes are practically blazing with desire. “That was justified cussing.”
“Oh, was it now?” I stalk forward, my amusement warring with my need to replace his hand with mine. Or with my mouth. Or to roll him onto his back and pound into him with abandon. Or…well, anything that would lead to the intense orgasms I know we’re going to share soon. “Pretty sure it’s still breaking the rules, baby.”
Matt remains unrepentant, those green eyes of his traveling over my body shamelessly. “I think I should get a pass this time,” he argues, cocking an eyebrow at me when he finally looks up at my face again. “Because you love me…and I bought you all those pretty things.”
The uncharacteristic mischief in his voice and his playfully bratty behavior tells me he’s been spending time with Josh. I don’t envy the Daddy who gets to take that boy in hand, even if I do consider Josh a friend these days.
Still, I’m not letting Matt push the boundaries too far, even if I do want to laugh and pin him to the mattress.
“Matteo,” I warn, smirking when he groans and closes his eyes.
