Page 18 of Third Crime's A Charm
That was followed by a startled cry as Matteo was lifted and rushed across the room. They fell onto the bed and Truman was shaking as he licked and kissed anything he could get his mouth on and tore at belts and zippers.
“I know it’s only been a few days but I can’t stop thinking about how good you tasted and how incredible it was.”
“Shhh!” Matteo found Truman’s mouth and pushed his fingers into it. He didn’t want Truman to say something they might regret. “You’re drunk too,” he reminded Truman.
He sucked and Matteo felt an empty ache in his ass and his cock throbbed. His shorts and briefs were whisked away and Matteo hated the way his body flickered and burned with need as Truman shifted lower. Matteo’s thighs were parted and his legs were draped over Truman’s shoulders so he could feast.
“Mein Gott!” Matteo held onto Truman’s hair and the bed as his hole was licked and sucked with greedy abandon.
“Fuck, you’re so good!” Truman growled and whimpered, lapping at Matteo’s puckered flesh and his sac. Two fingers pushed into Matteo’s ass as his shaft was wrapped in sucking heat, making his eyes cross as pleasure radiated from his core.
Matteo pushed at Truman’s head and shoulders, frantic with impatience. He didn’t just want to get off, he wanted tofuckTruman. “Not yet!” He hauled Truman up and rolled him onto his back. “My turn!” he declared with a wicked purr, scratching his nails in the hair on Truman’s chest and stomach. “You know, I’ve always liked older men but I never considered getting myself a Daddy.” Matteo wrapped both hands around Truman’s erection, humming appreciatively.
“Really?” His voice had crumbled into a rasp and Truman licked his lips as his eyes followed Matteo’s hands. “You’re good at being a brat and you don’t have any money. Seems like an obvious move.”
“Easy…” Matteo cut his eyes at Truman playfully. He knew that Truman meant the sexy kind of brat and that Matteocouldhave money if he wanted to.
“You know, we don’t have to break up as soon as this job is done. I could get you close to just about anyone and help you in other ways,” he offered with a strained chuckle but Matteo gasped and gave Truman’s thigh a hard smack, causing him to jump and swear.
“I am going to pretend I didn’t hear that. I told you, I work alone andIdon’t use people. Except for tonight,” he added saucily, then lowered so he could bite a nipple.
“What if I want to be used?” Truman’s hand swept through Matteo’s hair and cradled his cheek. “I know I shouldn’t, but what if I like watching you work?”
“No!” Matteo bit Truman’s hand. “I don’t need your help. My name and this face have gotten me far enough and I haven’t been caught yet.” He knew of a much better way to end the conversation and demolished Truman’s ability to form a coherent sentence.
“Sweet fucking—! Jesus, Matteo!”
That would teach Truman for discussing work during sex.
Matteo was just able to get his lips around Truman’s cock and swallowed as much of his length as he could. He sucked hard as his head slowly bounced, pumping with one hand and kneading Truman’s sac with the other. It wasn’t long before Matteo’s hand was slick with spit and pre-cum, making it easy to work a finger into Truman’s ass.
“Oh fuck, yes!” Truman arched off the bed, his heels digging into the mattress.
Matteo’s arm extended and his fingers flicked. “Lube.” The bedside table’s drawer was thrown open and a bottle was pressed into Matteo’s hand. “Danke,” he mumbled around a mouthful of Truman. Matteo took his time, fingering himselfand Truman before both of their cocks were generously coated with lube. “Ready?” Matteo asked, straddling Truman and reaching behind him. He didn’t wait for an answer as he guided the head of Truman’s shaft to his hole and held his breath. Matteo sat back, enjoying the stretching and burning as he was slowly filled with slick, thick heat.
“Please, Matteo! Tell me what you want!” Truman’s head slammed against the pillows and he clawed at the duvet. “Let me be your Daddy,” he ground out.
“What did I say?” Matteo clamped a hand over Truman’s mouth and flashed him a threatening look. “I work alone and this is just for tonight. Unless you ruin my immersion and I remember that I don’t like you,” he warned and there was a muffled swear as Truman sat up and gathered Matteo in his arms.
“How do I make it up to you? I’mtrying,Matteo!”
“Alright…” Matteo licked his lips, nodding. He knew how Truman could make amends and prove he was trustworthy. “Why do you want the star?”
“Matteo… I—” Their chests heaved as they stared each other down. “Fuck!” Truman fell back and scrubbed his face with his hands, then punched the mattress next to him.
“I thought so,” Matteo said with a wry snort. “You should stay like that. Keep your face hidden.”
With that, Matteo planted both hands on Truman’s chest and set a fast, slapping pace. He kept his eyes on the window and the view of the pool and the back deck, picturing Truman with his apron and tongs. He wasn’t expecting Truman to tell him but Matteo was still disappointed and felt like a fool again for thinkinghecould be worth more than a heist or a bag of diamonds.
“I’m so close! Fuck, you’re so good!” Truman reached for him but Matteo swiftly rose and dismounted. He rearrangedtheir legs so Truman’s were around his waist before Matteo entered him with a smooth, deep thrust. “Matteo!” he shouted and grabbed the headboard as Matteo dug in with his knees and pumped as hard as he could.
There were more shouts as Truman came but Matteo kept his head down and kept driving deeper, ignoring the rising pressure and the hot flickering of his nerves. He resented howrightthey felt when they touched and fucked and how happy theycould beif they weren’t pretending.
Mostly, he resented Truman for pulling him into this game because Matteo knew he was destined to lose. Handing over the star could cost Matteo a lot more than his pride, depending on what Truman’s true intentions were. Or, Matteo could play the game and keep the star, making a true enemy out of Truman.
Matteo’s climax slammed into him, heat and pleasure rushing up his spine and down his limbs as he came deep in Truman’s ass. His scream was smothered with a kiss and Truman held onto Matteo as they caught their breath.
“Don’t go yet,” he whispered and pecked at Matteo’s lips. “Be mad in the morning but let me hold you tonight.”
