He removes his clothes, and I watch him. He smiles down at me.
I— Well, there are words I would use to describe this man. A particular phrase. A phrase that we used before but that didn’t mean what it should have. A phrase that I have no business saying to a man who is about to get on a plane tomorrow.
It doesn’t take a long time to say the phrase, even for someone who has learned English from textbooks and songs on the radio.
“I like you,” I say instead.
“I like you too.”
It’s not the same thing.
But my heart flutters all the same, and for a moment I allow myself to imagine we are all the things we are not.
For a moment I allow myself to pretend that we are that kind of a couple. For a moment I pretend that we are the kind of couple that the people at the arena thought we were. That we were in love and building a future together, like we are in one of the storybooks and we are living our happily ever after.
But those words are for princes and princesses in fairytales.
Mateo strokes my cheek, and I pull my mind away from all the badness that I will experience when he leaves tomorrow.
He is here now, and I will enjoy it.
His cock ruts against mine. It’s hard and leaking.
I brush my fingers over it. I want to memorize every vein. It pulses beneath me, hot and silky all at once.
I stroke Mateo.
“I’m going to miss this,” I say.
He nods, but there are tears in his eyes, and I wonder where I’ve gone wrong and said the wrong thing.
“Can I?—”
“You can do anything,” Mateo promises me. “I’m yours. Whatever you want.”
“Thank you.”
Then I lie Mateo on his side and curl beside him. I eye his cock tentatively. I glance up at Mateo.
“You don’t need to do anything,” he says.
“Okay.” And then I swallow the head of his cock. I let it stretch my mouth. I suck on it. Mateo is inside me. I move my fingers over his shaft and balls. Mateo was crazy to think I would be in any way disappointed. He is the perfect size to fit in my mouth. I probably should be more forcefully sucking on him or swirling my tongue around, but all I want is to feel his cock in my mouth and to feel it press against me.
Mateo’s eyes are soft, and he smooths my hair, like he’s enjoying touching me as much as I’m enjoying touching him.
I continue to suck him and I move my fingers against his shaft and balls.
I lean my head against his thigh, and he presses his other thigh against my cheek, so that everything I see is Mateo, and everything I feel is Mateo.
Mateo’s breath comes quicker, and his fingers tighten in my hair, before he relaxes them, like he doesn’t want to cause me even the potential of pain. I whine around his cock, because more Mateo is better, and he gives a surprised gasp, then places his handsback in my hair.
I could lie here forever. This was my dream, and now it is happening, and with the best man in the world.
His cock pulses in my mouth, moving faster and faster. His hips inch forward, then he slides back. I can handle Mateo though.
I move my mouth down, moving from his head to his equally velvety hard shaft.
“You don’t need to—” Mateo gasps. I dart my gaze up to him. He looks in awe. He looks like he’s experiencing pleasure. I raise an eyebrow. “Well, you could…”
