Page 4 of Third Crime's A Charm
His hands were hard and his grip was tight as he held Matteo open, claiming whatever he touched and tasted. Truman was rough but thorough as he lapped, sucked, and drilled with his tongue. He was impatient when he flipped Matteo over and nuzzled his sac, moaning and swearing in delight as he licked and flicked.
“Fuck! Truman…” Matteo’s head lolled on the pillows, drunk on the heady pleasure and frantic with need. He bit the back of his hand when his cock was sucked hard and a finger slid into his ass. “Now! Bitte, Truman! Bitte!”
“Just a minute,” Truman said, his lips clinging to the head of Matteo’s pulsing erection. “I’m already being too rough but I can’t help it, Matteo. I’ve never seen or tasted anything as perfect as you.” His hands tightened around Matteo’s thigh and ass and Truman’s eyes glowed with primal, possessive lust.
“Good. I look pretty but I like it rough.” Matteo craved a more dominant hand, to beconsumed, and then fucked until he was a boneless heap. His previous partners rarely understood that or were too afraid to be anything other than adoring with Matteo.
“Careful, Matteo,” Truman said as he crawled to his lips. The low, lethal rumble made the hairs on Matteo’s arms stand. “Keep it up and I won’t be able to let you go.”
Matteo tangled his fingers in Truman’s hair and twisted. He gave Truman’s lip a firm bite before kissing him. “I might not mind that.”
“I knew you were dangerous.” Truman laughed as he opened the bedside table and produced a bottle of lube and a strip of condoms.
“I’m on PrEP and my labs have all been clear. I don’t need a condom unless you want it.”
Truman let the condoms fall back into the drawer and shut it. “I’m on PrEP too and my doctor swears I’m in perfect health.”
“Swears?” Matteo asked, angling his neck as Truman bit and licked.
“I keep telling him that something is up with my heart but he’s checked everything and says it’s stress and paranoia. My therapist says it’s a control thing.” The deep rumble of Truman’s voice was just as seductive as the slick fingers, sliding into Matteo’s ass, stroking and stretching.
“Maybe I can help with that,” Matteo panted, his eyes rolling as Truman’s fingers were replaced with thick, hard heat. “Mein Gott, Truman!” He arched and moaned, clawing at the duvet. “Das ist sehr gut! Don’t stop. Bitte!” he babbled and nodded.
“I can’t! Fuck, you’re so good, Matteo.” Truman rose onto his knees and planted a hand on the bed next to Matteo’s head. The other hand wrapped tight around Matteo’s neck, pinning him to the bed as Truman filled him with brutally fast, deep thrusts. “Do you like that?” he asked through clenched teeth, the muscles in his neck and arms straining as his hips slapped against Matteo’s ass.
Truman was relentless and Matteo was in ecstasy. “Ja! Don’t stop!” he begged, then screamed when heat and pleasure exploded in his core. Cum flicked from his cock, landing in hot drops on their skin. There was another low rumble as Truman released Matteo’s neck and smeared his fingers through the cum, sucking them clean.
The hand returned to Matteo’s neck and he came again as Truman shouted his name, along with a list of saints and swears.Truman was covered with sweat and shaking when he crashed onto the bed.
“Jesus Christ…” Truman laughed breathlessly. “I’ve never come that hard in my life.” He pulled Matteo on top of him and cradled his head. “That wasn’t too rough, was it?” His fingers brushed through Matteo’s hair, making him feel even lighter.
His lips curved dreamily. “Want to get married?” Matteo was joking but he was in heaven as he rubbed his cheek against the damp hair on Truman’s chest and breathed in the smell of their sated, sweaty bodies.
“I never thought I’d say this, but I think I might,” Truman said, muffling a yawn. “Stay here tonight and I promise I’ll be gentle and spoil you in the morning.”
“I don’t have the energy to find my clothes and a cab.”
“Good.”
Matteo remained there, with his head on Truman’s chest, listening as his heart settled into a slow, steady beat. He passed the time by rearranging his obligations and priorities to make room in his life for another person. It was too early to know if Truman was actuallythe oneor if Matteo was truly ready. But he knew that the spark and the connection he felt was special and could be worth sticking around for.
Afterhe had concluded his business in the study. Matteo still had an appointment with those diamonds and was even more certain that Truman wouldn’t miss them. It could be weeks or months before he even noticed they were gone, and by then, the proceeds will have gone to a worthy cause.
And it went without saying that Matteo could make Truman far happier than a bag of cold stones ever would. He listed all the ways as he slipped out of bed and found his trousers in the dark. Matteo pulled them on, not bothering to zip them up as he tiptoed into the sitting room to his coat and retrieved the bagof fake diamonds. The townhouse was silent as he made his way down the stairs and into Truman’s study.
His intel was good and Matteo had no problem locating the safe under Truman’s desk, behind a panel of false drawer fronts. He lowered to his knees and had to contort himself but Matteo was able to press his ear and a hand against the safe. Matteo focused as he slowly turned the dial, listening and feeling for the clicks to get tighter and the mechanisms to tumble when he found the correct number.
He wasn’t watching the time, but Matteo couldn’t have taken more than thirty seconds to bypass the lock. It was definitely a personal best and he gave himself a high five before snatching a velvet bag from the safe and rising on his knees. Two pistols were aimed at his face when he looked over the desk, but it was the massive men holding them that worried Matteo. Both were snarling and dressed in solid black. One was extremely tall and reminded Matteo of Herman Munster, and the younger man’s neck was wider than his head and his face and hands were covered in tattoos.
“Hmm… This is awkward.” Matteo flashed them a sheepish grin. “But I’m sure you’re both smarter than you look and that we can— Ow!” he cried as he was pulled over the desk, then swiftly punched in the stomach.
Two
“Ihave to admit, I am extremely disappointed,” Truman said as he paused the security footage from his study. He tossed the remote on the coffee table and reclined in his robe, considering his next move. “I had hoped I was wrong about Matteo,” he admitted, mostly to himself.
“What are you talkin’ about? He’s got a light touch and made quick work of your safe,” Neville Gregory argued. The former auto union “boss” was Truman’s right hand and head of his security team. But he clearly failed to appreciate Matteo’s finer qualities.
“I knew he was our elusive party thief the moment he walked in but I would have given him the world on a platter if he had just stayed in bed. Instead, he went through with his plan to rob me.”
