Page 78 of In Your Court


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He lifted amused brows. “Fingers? What about them? Use your words, Matteo.”

“Fuck your arse with your fingers.”

His lips parted on a groan. “Did I say you were hot when you asked for things? It’s even hotter when you’re demanding.” He reached for the lube in his drawer and was soon running a slick fingertip around his hole. “How many do I start with?”

“Two.”

“Is that your Goldilocks number?”

“What?”

God, that smile was so infectious. “Not too many, not too few. Juuusst right,” he said, drawing those last words out as he pressed two fingers inside – not just to the first knuckle but all the way, gaze fixed on me. Everything with him was a challenge, yet he seemed perfectly at ease, the one in charge even as I gave the orders. I thought through all the things that might push him out of his comfort zone, only to realise that anything that did was probably something I didn’t want to see. He was just too comfortable with his own body. But there were other ways to win.

“Do you do this when you’re alone?” I asked, watching him press his fingers in deep again.

“Sometimes. Dildos are easier though.”

Almost I asked if he had brought one with him, but watching him fuck himself on a rubber dick might wreck me, while not discomposing him in the slightest.

“What do you think about when you do it?”

“Lots of different things,” he said, his words getting slightlybreathless as he curled his fingers inside himself to find all the most pleasurable spots. “You, on the rare occasions I’ve had to take care of myself recently.”

“What about me?” I asked. “Use your words.”

He laughed, only to bite his lip as he kept his fingers working. “Touché.”

“Well? When you close your eyes, what am I doing to you?”

“You fuck me mostly,” he admitted.

“Details, Callahan. What exactly do you think about me doing?”

A hint of wariness replaced some of the heat in his gaze, though his cheeks were flushing with pleasure and his fingers didn’t stop – this a challenge he sure as hell wasn’t going to fail either. “You hold me down. You pull me up by my hair. You slap my ass and tell me to take it like a good boy. You tell me how good I feel, that no one has ever felt this fucking amazing tightening as they come on your cock.”

There was a needy tremor in his voice now and I stared at him, letting out my own groan through parted lips. I’d never felt closer to coming without touching myself, without even the friction of my shorts to rub against.

“What else do I do?” I asked, the words rough in my throat.

“You fuck my mouth.” He said it and looked immediately hesitant, as though after all the rest, he was unsure what I would think about that one.

“Oh, you like it when I do that?” I said, the mere thought destroying me and turning my voice to gravel.

“Yeah, I get there really fast thinking about that. Oh my god, Mat, get the fuck over here.”

I didn’t need telling twice.

Having ripped off my shirt, I all but dove atop him as he shiftedup the bed, pulling a pillow beneath his arse as he went. He was never reticent about what he wanted, and I took my cues from his body, hoisting both his legs onto my shoulders. And with his hole already slick, I pressed into him and he arched back, letting out a heartfelt groan as I slid slowly inside, all the fucking way. “Shit,” I said, pausing to shudder out a breath. “After that show, I’m not going to last very long.”

Miles huffed out a tense laugh. “Oh, don’t worry, I’m right with you. Just . . . god, just . . . wait a moment, actually. Fuck.”

Together we stilled, breathing off climaxes that had already come too close. I leaned forward to kiss him softly, our bodies locked together, his thighs pressed almost right up against his torso. “Have I ever told you how much I appreciate this flexibility of yours?” I said between kisses.

“Mmm, not in so many words, but I have eyes. And I’m quite a fan myself.”

As though to draw attention to how close our bodies were, he squeezed his muscles, contracting around my dick. I hummed into our next kiss. “Careful.”

“I’m almost good,” he said. “I just didn’t want to miss out on a proper railing. Although, this is quite a good stretch. Should get you to help with all my pre-match routines.”