Page 93 of Serving Bunt

PeteRoseCity9

Heard.

GimmeMoMiller

While I was reading, I kept wishing I could hear your voice.

You know, reading it to me. Aloud.

In person.

PeteRoseCity9

You wanna hear my voice?

GimmeMoMiller

Is that weird?

PeteRoseCity9

I’ve thought about it, too.

What your voice sounds like when you're trying not to moan my name.

MattyMiller

Now I’m the one who needs a cold shower.

PeteRoseCity9

Save room for me?

GimmeMoMiller

Maybe one day.

PeteRoseCity9

I’m gonna hold you to that, Miller.

Diaz

We barely made it through the door before we were on each other again. By the time we stumbled into the bedroom, we were both still damp from our swim and completely naked, our clothes abandoned by the pool.

There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that at any other time, Matty would’ve had my ass for dripping all over his hardwood. Now, he was about to have my ass in a different way altogether.

Water droplets clung to his shoulders and chest, sliding down the cut of his abs as he backed me toward the bed.

He grabbed two generous handfuls of my ass and squeezed, pulling me flush against him. I gasped against his lips, half-laughing, half-moaning.

“Fuck, Matty,” I breathed. “You’re gonna bruise me.”

“Good.” He punctuated it by giving me another slow, deliberate squeeze, sinking his fingers into my flesh. “Been staring at this ass for years. Deserves to be marked up and fucked appropriately.”

I rocked back into his grip, greedy for more. “You’ve been staring?”

“Every. Damn. Day.”