Page 37 of Spark
He straightens, kicking off his shoes and jeans the rest of the way. He takes a step back, but before I can protest, he puts his hands on his hips, on full display for my viewing pleasure. The impressive girth of his cock breaks from a nest of dark hair to stand tall against his naked stomach. A tiny tattoo of a dragon sits on his hip bone. The weight of his stare is heavy, but I can’t pull my eyes from his body to meet his gaze. Slowly, he spins, stopping long enough for me to get a view of the ass I have spent an inordinate amount of time fantasizing about.
All I can do is gawk. His body is chiseled from manual labor and activity. Everything about it screams power and strength.
"Lose the pants, Finlay." Hands still on his hips, he continues his spin. "I'm going to suck you until you can't remember your name." He steps closer, voice dropping. "But you're not going to come."
“Good.” I step out of my pants. “Because I want you buried deep in me when I do.”
The corner of his mouth quirks. “Get on the bed and spread your legs.”
I do as instructed. Mateo's broad shoulders slip between my legs, and a hissed breath escapes when the heat of his mouth encompasses me. The swirl of his tongue. The suction of his lips. I fist his soft hair. A finger slides between the crack of my ass, sending a tingle of sensations as his mouth pops from my dick and sucks my left nut, then my right. I reach for his shaft and pump it. His finger taunts the rim of my hole. Bombarding sensations thrash and tackle as they torment. Out of control, I writhe, nothing but want and need.
"Lube?" A swipe of a tongue along my nut, then the faint breeze of his breath as he blows on it.
“Nightstand.” I lift my hand and vaguely motion it in the direction of the nightstand. Closing my eyes, I try to reel in my response to him, but the sensation of toppling head over ass hammers into me.
“Get on your knees.”
I do as he says, and manage to stay upright on my wobbly limbs. The slide of the drawer opens then closes, followed by the flip of the cap. "I've wanted this ass since I saw you at the club. Do you know how good it looks in jeans?"
I start at the coolness of the lube-covered finger but in no time push against it. The feel of any part of Mateo in me is so staggering, I can’t catch my breath.
“More.” I moan when he inserts another finger. “Yes,” I pant. But it’s not enough. One hand fisting the linen duvet, the other fists my dick.
Lips at the base of my back. A nip on my left ass cheek. A third finger. The scent of cedar, aftershave, and sex. The sound of the condom wrapper. It's one of our ribbed, ultra-thins, a Davidson's best-seller.
“No…” I plead when he removes his fingers.
“I’ve got you.” His gentle words cradle me as his cock slips between the seam of my ass. A kiss on the blade of my shoulder. “You ready?”
“God, yes.”
Warm breath hits my slick skin with his chuckle. “Me too.”
The sting of the breach of my ring is momentary. My body stretches to take him. Mateo stills, allowing me time to adjust, but when I push back, he takes my wordless communication for what it is and pushes in deeper and deeper until he's fully seated.
His breaths are shallow. "Fuck, you feel good." His hands are everywhere, tracing my body as if they’re trying to memorize it. And then he starts to move. “Talk to me. Tell me what you want. What you like.”
With every thrust, I pump my cock. "Like that, what you're doing." When his thrusts find my prostate, I see spots. "Yes. There." Strong hands grip my hips as he pistons in and out. When he pulls almost entirely out then rams back in, I just about lose my mind. The electric tingle at the base of my spine is on the verge of erupting. "I'm close."
“Fuck.” His fingers grip my hips as the bed scoots forward along the hardwood floor.
The pounding intensifies. A droplet of sweat drips onto my spine, tickling as it trickles down my side. He slaps my hand away and takes over, pumping my dick as he drives into my ass. And that’s when the orgasm hits me. Like the sun exploding, bright light detonates behind my closed eyes. The blast blinds me, as cum shoots burst after burst onto Mateo’s hand. As the last of my seed spews, his motions become jerky and frantic. Letting go of my softening cock, he straightens.
When I look back at him, perspiration peppers his forehead, and his pupils are an explosion of unbridled rapture. With a final thrust, he whispers my name in a chant like Tibetan monks in prayer, making the moment feel sacred and revered.
My knees give out, and I flop onto the mattress. Mateo follows, his sweat-slick body covering mine. A second then two tick by before he kisses my neck and pulls out. "Bathroom?"
I point in the general direction of the bathroom, my limbs weak and flimsy. The warm sound of his chuckle only adds to the overwhelming feeling of contentment. I close my eyes as I listen to the stream of his urine hitting the toilet, a flush, and the running water from the sink faucet. It should be weird how comfortable it all feels. I don’t recall being this at ease with another person. Ever.
A sigh escapes my lips when a warm washcloth is rubbed between my legs and over my ass. At the soft tap on my butt cheek, I open one eye. His head aligned with mine, beautiful brown eyes sparkle. "Should we pull the covers back and get in?"
“But that would mean I have to move.” Sprawled out along the bed's width is not conducive to sleep, and Mateo needs a good night's rest, so I’ll need to move eventually.
“Probably.” He traces his fingers through my damp hair. “But not yet, if you don’t want to.”
Groaning, I push onto my arms and wiggle-slide off the bed. “Nope. You need to get to bed. I’m not keeping you up when you have a night off.” I fling the comforter down and point to the crisp white sheets. “Get in.”
"Bossy… I like that." He tweaks my nipple and hops onto the pillow-top king-size bed. "I need a mattress like this."
