Page 53 of Third Crime's A Charm
“You’re right,” Matteo said as he was helped out of his coat and went to work on what was left of Truman’s half Windsor. Matteo pulled the tie free and tossed it over his shoulder and wound his arms around Truman’s neck. “No one knows we have the star or how we got it. I want to go home and use its return as a celebration of ourengagement. We can let Leo in on it and work the details out at Schönbühel. That will show my family how serious we are and how generous my fiancé is,” Matteo said with a haughty lift of his chin.
Once again, Matteo was kissed until he was lightheaded. “The whole world is going to know by the time I’m through,” Truman vowed. “I love you Matteo. More than all the stars and for the rest of my life, or as long as you’ll have me.”
Now that he knew the truth and Lonsdale was behind them, Matteo knew it was safe to trust his heart to Truman. “I love you too, Truman. Even when I didn’t like you, I loved you. You have no idea how much that pissed me off,” he added with a playful scowl, making Truman groan as he pecked at Matteo’s lips and danced him toward the bed.
“I’m very sorry. Let me make it up to you.”
Matteo slapped his hands away and pointed. “You look likehell,Truman. You’re exhausted and I can tell you didn’t sleep.”
“Maybe, but?—”
“Nein! You’ve done enough for one day.” Matteo helped Truman out of the rest of his suit and shoes, then quickly stripped.
“What did you have in mind?” Truman asked, hesitating as he lowered onto the bed.
“It’s my turn to spoil you,” Matteo replied and dared Truman to argue or deny him.
“Fine. I can be fine with that. It’s fine,” he said, nodding rapidly.
Matteo cradled his face, laughing as he kissed Truman. “I’m in control this time and you aren’t going to lift a finger.”
“But how am I supposed to makeyouhappy?” Truman pouted but allowed Matteo to roll him onto his stomach.
That saddened Matteo and he cursed Truman’s mother for making him believe that love had to be earned and deserved. Fixing that would be Matteo’s first project, now that Truman washis.
“You’re not the only one who enjoys giving massages,” Matteo answered and dashed to the bathroom for a bottle of oil and a towel. It took a little more coaxing but eventually, Truman gave in and allowed Matteo to drizzle oil all over his back and into the cleft of his ass. “You’re always so tense,” Matteo complained as he worked a knuckle into a knot in Truman’s lower back, making him moan in blissful relief.
“Almost all of my clients are nightmares but Marty put me through the ringer for nothing. I can’t believe the fucking prick had the nerve to die on me after all of that,” Truman said but there was a ragged edge to his voice.
“Are you sad that he’s gone?” Matteo asked and it was several moments later before Truman shook his head.
“Nah. Marty didn’t want to die in jail. In a way, he got to tell the feds to fuck off one last time. It would have been nice to send a few of Marty’s friends away with him but karma will catch up with them too.”
“Karma? I have a feeling karma will have some help from an anonymous benefactor,” Matteo predicted, grinding his palms in the muscles at the base of Truman’s spine.
“A trove of documents and recordings might find its way to the FBI but that won’t have anything to do with me. I’m out of the office for the next six weeks. I deserve a long vacation after today and I don’t care if I ever come back.”
Matteo gasped as he scooted down and pushed Truman’s right knee higher. “You don’t mean that but I love the sound of this.” He rewarded Truman by sliding two fingers into his ass and stroking slowly.
“Oh, fuck… Truman’s toes curled and he clawed at the pillows. “That’s incredible.”
“Mmmhmm…” The sight of Truman’s back and ass, naked and glistening with oil, was driving Matteo wild. And Truman’s hole felt so lusciously slick and hot as Matteo’s fingers slid in and out of it. He twisted his fingers and rubbed until he found Truman’s prostate and watched in wonder when his legs began to shake. “That’s it… Come for me, Truman.”
Truman pulled a pillow to his face. “Fucking Christ, Matteo!” he cried into it as he came.
With all the oil on his hands, Matteo easily guided the head of his cock to Truman’s hole and glided all the way in. He fell forward, bracing a hand next to Truman’s shoulder and set a steady, driving pace.
“This is mine now,” he panted, delirious with joyful lust. “You are my home and this is where I belong.”
“Yes!” Truman reached back and grabbed Matteo’s thigh. “I’m yours!”
Matteo nodded, too overwhelmed as his heart swelled with happiness and his nerves sparked and flickered. He thrust faster and faster and was crying when he burst into bright light and heat. Cum rushed from his cock, deep in Truman’s ass. It took a moment for him to recover and Matteo was giddy and giggling as he fell on the bed next to Truman.
“And I’m yours,” Matteo said, deeply content as Truman rolled toward him and their limbs tangled. “We belong to each other and we belong together,” he declared as he intertwined their fingers.
Truman gave Matteo’s hand a squeeze and kissed him reverently. “You’re all that matters now, Matteo. Protecting you and keeping you happy is my responsibility and I won’t let anyone stop me.”
“Shhh! Don’t get carried away. Just love me and…have a home with me. I didn’t realize how much I’ve wanted that, but I want it with you,” Matteo said, receiving a heavy sigh from Truman as he shook his head.
