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“Moisturiser,” he said. “It’s a very important part of my daily routine.”
“A habit I thoroughly endorse,” I replied, as that soft, gentle hand made me feel all kinds of good while I licked my way to his neck, finding that spot that made him hum.
I made my way down that impeccable body of his, mindful of the rules not to leave any marks even though I desperately wanted to mark up every inch of him, claim him as mine like some kind of possessive neanderthal. But I restrained myself, reminding my inner beast of how much it loved Mateo’s smooth olive skin. His chest was completely free of hair which I wasn’t sure was natural or due to waxing but I knew I liked it as I gently sucked my way down, teasing both his nipples and licking between each of his abs until I ended up right where I wanted to be.
His legs parted, a wicked smile lighting up his face as I leant between his legs. I licked a stripe up his dick, right from the base to the top, sucking gently along the head and dipping my tongue into his slit.
“Dio santo,” Mateo moaned, my two new favourite words right there. I grinned as I held his eye and then swallowed hislength whole, taking him right to the back of my throat as he cursed and writhed underneath me.
“You are exceptionally good at this,” he breathed, making me smile around his girth. I moaned as his taste flooded my mouth, loving every part of him, his scent, his taste, the sounds he was making as I took him apart.
I sucked and licked until he was mindless with it and then I gently squeezed his balls until he let out a loud “Merda”. And then he was coming, pulsing in my mouth as I sucked down everything he had to give me, his hand gripping the back of my hair as he finished down my throat.
He collapsed under me as I let him go, working my way up his body to the very content smile on his face.
“Happy now?” I grinned at him, softly biting his chin.
“Not quite,” he returned, that smile of pure sin crossing back over his face as he pushed me onto my back. And then it was my turn to lie there as Mateo teased my flesh, licked and sucked in all the right places as he made his way down my body.
“Damn this cock is nice,” Mateo commented as he made his way to right where I wanted him. I grinned, taking that as a compliment as he proceeded to do to me what I had just done to him, using that incredibly skilful mouth as he swallowed me whole, making me curse and groan.
He couldn’t fit all of me in his mouth so he used his hand and mouth in concert as he sucked me down, making this one hell of a morning wake up call, one I would never forget. That tongue of his sure knew what it was doing as he traced the vein down my shaft and played with the soft underside before dipping back into my slit. I was pretty sure I could lay like that forevermore and be the happiest guy on the planet with him between my legs.
“Mateo,” I rasped, watching as those inky eyes met mine, a smile in them that I knew was going to destroy me just as much as his mouth was doing to me right then. I let go, my orgasmripping through me like last night’s electric storms, my back arching as I pulsed in Mateo’s warm mouth, again and again until it was over.
He pulled off my dick and then sat back on his haunches, a most self-satisfied smile on his face as he looked down at me, wrecked and panting on the mattress.
“Now that is a sight I like to see,” he said.
“Ditto, Mateo. Ditto,” was all I could muster, the sight of waking up next to him something I would never tire of.
CHAPTER 17
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Iwas late to work again but this morning it was not due to my lethargy. No, it was due to that most perfect wakeup call at Jamie’s apartment followed by a prolonged shower together in his bathroom. We were both too spent for anything more but that hadn’t stopped Jamie from pushing me up against the tiles and kissing me so senseless that time had all but stood still.
The kiss had been quite memorable and my lips were still tingling from it. But it had also meant I was now nearly an hour late as I raced across the coast from Sorrento to Espy, not even bothering going home to change first.
As the laws of the universe would dictate, this was also the morning Dante decided to show up at the office. If I wasn’t feeling so relaxed after yesterday with Jamie, not to mention this morning’s activities I probably would have leapt out of my skin as the sound of his cheery “Buongiorno”greeted my arrival.
“Shit. Morning, Dante,” I stammered, coming to a standstill as he looked me over from the side of his desk. “Sorry I’m late.”
“You know I’ve never kept tabs on you and your imaginary timesheet, Mateo,” he returned with a grin. “Did you have a good afternoon yesterday?”
“Yeah,” I dismissed, taking a few strides to my desk. I thought about Jamie’s words to me then, about starting with Dante and suddenly I wanted to tell him. I wanted to tell him everything with a ferocity that had me reaching somewhere deep within and finding enough conviction there to steel my resolve. I took a deep breath, my hands suddenly clammy and heart palpitating as I turned to face him.
“I um, I spent the afternoon and last night … with Jamie. That’s why I’m late.”
I felt the air flood my lungs as I sucked in the breath I had been holding in and leaned back against my desk as my legs nearly gave out. But the world had not stopped spinning, nothing had imploded with me saying those words out loud. I was still here, still alive, still breathing even if my heart was racing erratically until I realised that Dante hadn’t even responded. I cautiously looked up and that was when I discovered him standing right in front of me, a look of so much love and relief covering his face I nearly fell to the floor.
“Thank you for telling me,” he said gently. He reached out to me, pulling me into a hug as his strong arms wrapped around me. I choked on a sob, leaning my head against his shoulder. “You’re shaking like a leaf.”
“I’m sure you know why,” I muttered against his shirt.
“I know,” he soothed. “I know that wasn’t easy for you to tell me.”
“You’re not surprised.”
