“Um…yeah.”
He sounds curious, which works for me since I am too.
I go for it, leaning down and taking that bite out of his ass cheek, a gentle nibble, tugging at the flesh, then run my tongue across it, tasting him. Greed consumes me as I lickand kiss it, then offer another tug between my teeth.
Where the hell is this coming from?
And why wasn’t that quick taste enough?
9
ALEXEI
Throughout Matteo’s massage,I’ve taken deep, relaxing breaths, my eyes rolling back from the soothing release. But when he bites at my ass, I gasp, reveling in the sensation before he offers another lick, then a gentle kiss. A wave of adrenaline courses through me, and excitement mixes with curiosity.
Why did he want to do that? And why did I like it?
As his lips pull away from my flesh, his warm hand rubs against my ass cheek. It’s not like when he was massaging my back. This doesn’t feel like it’s for me, just him greedily exploring my body.
“As bitable as I thought it would be,” he says in a deeper voice than usual. He sounds so full of desire, so hungry for it. He slides his hand between my cheeks. “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
He massages around the rim with his index and middle fingers. My hole is still wet with the lube I applied, and he probes, pushing the tip of his index finger inside. Another rush of energy, emerging from my pelvis, and he pushes deeper and deeper, until he hits a tender spot. My nerves buzz with excitement, starting at the spot and radiating out.
“Fuck,” I mutter as he gets me shaking again, this time not from anxiety. It’s as though he’s detonated a sequence of sparks, sending pulses of sensation rushing through me. “That’s what the prostate does? Holy hell.” My skin prickles with life as my body continues vibrating.
“So right there?” Matteo says, rubbing gently in the same spot, igniting the same nerves and even more. My dick’s a rock, wedged between my abs and the mattress. It’s as though his massage has made him an expert on my body as he applies the perfect amount of pressure.
“Yeah, that’s it,” I confess, as if I even need to tell him.
He pulls his finger back, but that sensation was so good, so intoxicating.
“Don’t stop,” I beg. I can’t even fight the words before they escape my mouth.
“It’s okay. I’m gonna make it even better,” he says, pushing two fingers in. The panic that set in when he pulled away dissipates as a slight pressure builds, and as he takes his time opening me up, I can’t help wondering… What am I doing? Why am I liking this?
But all my questions are overridden by the pleasure he’s giving me. I don’t feel nervous anymore. Just desperate for him to keep going, keep letting me discover this unexplored part of myself.
He rubs both fingers against that spot, and I push my ass closer to him.
“How does that feel?” he asks.
“Fuck, you can’t tell?”
He snickers, like he’s just loving what he’s doing to me. “Of course I can. I just want to hear you tell me.”
“It feels amaz-ing.” The word breaks up as another surge of energy rushes through me. “It feels like I don’t even know what I’ve been doing before I tried this.”
His tongue meets my flesh again, at the small of my back, and runs along my spine as he crawls up my body, his fingers still toying with me within. His mouth is so wet, so warm. When he reaches the middle of my back, he offers another gentle kiss, and my skin prickles with sensation.
“Mmmm,” he says. “You taste good.”
I glance over my shoulder. There’s a determination in his expression that’s unlike anything I’ve seen when I’ve looked at him before. A smile tugs at his lips before he leans down and bites at my back.
Between the relief from his massage and these surges of excitement he’s activated within me, I know what I want. “Matteo, I’m ready.”
“I know,” he breathes into my flesh.
