Page 32 of Hired By the Enemy
But there’s no way I’m going anywhere. Not when I have Matthew in my arms, kissing me like he’s trying to dominate my soul, not when I can feel his cock hardening against me under the water.
We continue to kiss and kiss. Messy, frenetic kisses, like they’re providing us with the oxygen we need to live.
My cock is rock hard, and I press against Matthew.
And I could almost come from this, grinding against Matthew, our cocks rigid against each other, tongues tangling as we pant into each other’s mouths.
But I want more.
“Come on.” I tug his hand, leading him toward the steps to get out of the pool.
Matthew blinks his wet lashes in surprise, but he follows me obediently.
We only make it two steps inside the room before I sink to my knees, pulling at the drawcord on his board shorts.
“Oh, holy hell.” Matthew’s head lolls back as I take his cock in my mouth.
“Mmph,” I make the best sound of agreement I can with my mouth occupied.
But he’s right that this deserves to be called holy, deserves to be equated with some kind of religious experience.
Although it’s a mystery why having Matthew’s cock in my mouth is making me feel so reverent.
Maybe it’s because seeing Matthew’s neck arching back in pleasure, then seeing his head slumping forward and his lust-filled eyes catching mine, brings a sense of triumph I’ve never had before.
I’ve seen Matthew in many different states over the years, but I’ve never seen him come undone like this.
I bring my A-game, working over the head, then taking him deeper into my throat as my own cock throbs.
“Close,” he moans.
And even though I have a flush of triumph that victory is at hand, I find myself slowing down.
Suddenly, having Matthew finish right now, finishing myself, is the last thing I want. I don’t want this to end.
I pull off him and stand.
Matthew looks like he can barely stand, so I reach out and wrap my arm around him.
“The good thing about being a jock is I can do this,” I say as I manhandle him toward the bed.
“Okay, there might be some upsides,” he says, falling back, pulling me down with him.
And then we’re kissing again, messy kisses that taste of need and desperation.
Matthew wrenches his mouth from mine and trails kisses down my neck and across my chest.
He lingers around my nipples, sucking and biting at them and making me almost levitate off the bed.
Then he heads farther south, delivering teasing kisses to my hipbones, down to my upper thighs, before wrapping his lips around my cock.
“Oh fuck,” I say.
Matthew pulls off with a wet pop and raises an eyebrow at me.
“Weren’t we always about payback?”
“This is the best payback ever,” I groan as he takes me into his mouth again.
