Page 127 of Offside Angle

“Yes, mi vida,” I murmur.

Matteo’s eyes fly open at the nickname. He looks at me, cheeks flushing deep red, and then he’s coming.

His whole body locks up as he lets out a string of curses, arching off the bed. He’s never come from penetration before, and I can see the shock and overwhelm hit him all at once. His free hand claws at my shoulder as he spills between us, trembling violently.

“Fuck— fuck— Santi— what the— fuck—”

The way he squeezes around me is almost too much. I groan low and deep, my rhythm stuttering as his body milks me. The heat and pressure around my cock is perfect, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming right then and there.

Matteo reaches up with his free hand and unties the remaining knot around his other wrist. The second he’s free, one hand grabs my ass while the other slides into my hair, yanking me down closer to him.

“Harder, Santi,” he pants against my mouth while he’s still shaking. “I know you want to.”

Cocky little shit.

I pull out without warning, flip him onto his stomach, and drag his hips up so he’s on his knees. He lets out a surprised sound but doesn’t fight it. I grip his waist, checking in quickly.

“Still with me?”

Matteo freezes for a second at the new position, but then he nods. “Yeah.”

That’s all I need.

I push back inside him in one smooth thrust and start fucking him harder — deeper, faster, no more holding back. The new angle lets me hit his prostate with every stroke, and the sounds that start pouring out of him are filthy. “Fuck— Santi— oh my god—” Matteo groans, his voice muffled against the pillow as he pushes back against me.

I grip his hip tighter, pounding into him with rough, relentless thrusts. The wet sound of skin slapping fills the room, mixed with both of our moans.

“Shit— you feel so fucking good,” I growl. “Taking me so well— fuck, Matteo—”

He reaches one hand back toward me, searching. I catch his wrist and pin it against the small of his back, using it as an anchor as I drive into him even harder.

“Santi— fuck— right there— don’t stop—”

I can’t. The way he sounds in this position, the way he’s pushing back onto me, the tight heat of him squeezing around my cock — it’s too much. I feel my orgasm building fast, heat coiling low in my spine.

“Gonna come—” I groan, my rhythm getting rougher. “Fuck, Matteo— you’re gonna make me—”

He moans my name again, loud and desperate, and that’s it.

I bury myself deep and come hard, a low, guttural groan ripping out of me as I pulse inside him. My grip on his wrist tightens as I ride it out, hips jerking with every wave.

I stay buried inside him, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. My hands slide up his back, rubbing slow, soothing circles over his damp skin. I can feel him trembling slightly beneath me.

I let my forehead drop against his back, eyes closed as I breathe him in.

“God, you are perfect,” I groan, the words slipping out rough and honest against his skin.

Matteo lets out a shaky laugh, his body twitching around me. I can feel how sensitive he is, but I don’t move yet. I just stay there, pressed against him, one hand still stroking gently up and down his spine while the other rests on his hip.

“You okay?” I ask. “Talk to me, cariño.”

He doesn’t answer right away. He just turns his head to the side, breathing hard against the pillow, and nods. “Yeah,” he finally manages. “Just… holy shit.”

I smile against his back and press a soft kiss between his shoulder blades. “Take your time,” I murmur. “I’ve got you.”

Matteo lets out a breathless little laugh, face-down on the bed with his voice muffled against the pillow. “Maybe you should teach me how to suck you next time,” he says, that familiar cocky, teasing tone creeping back into his voice even though he’s still shaking.

I let out a low chuckle and playfully slap his ass, the sound sharp in the quiet room. “Did Luca put that in your head too, cariño?” I growl, half-teasing, half-serious.