His Secret

11. Adrian

CHAPTER ELEVEN

ADRIAN

“Are you serious right now?” I ask through my laughter.

“What?” Matías asks, looking down at his red and white striped sweater.

“Where’s Waldo?”

“Right here,” he answers with a smile.

I flick the little ball on the top of his beanie. “Yeah, I know.”

I let him in the house and go straight to my room. The party doesn’t start for another few hours, and my roommates are out getting last minute drinks and supplies.

“What are you gonna be dressed as?”

“You’ll see.” Once we’re in my room, I close and lock the door. “But first.” I pull off his beanie and toss it on the dresser.

“Hey,” he whines. I run my fingers through his hair, tugging on the strands in the back. “Oh.”

I smirk against his lips. “I thought so.”

“Shut up.”

I press my lips firmly against his, kissing him like I haven’t seen him in months, when it’s only been a day. I’ve found it’s getting harder and harder to be away from him.

It’s only been two weeks since we made out in his room for over an hour, finally solidifying this thing between us. Nobody knows, of course, but we do, and that’s enough for now.

I lift him up to sit on the dresser, and his legs wrap around me as our moans grow into frantic breaths.

“The bed,” he breathes.

I carry him over, placing him on his back as I climb over his body. “I don’t know how much time we have,” I say before kissing along his neck.

“Then don’t waste any. Take off your pants.”

I grin. “So bossy.”

He bites his bottom lip, cheeks flushed.

I quickly undress, and he does the same. We haven’t had sex yet. We haven’t done much more than kiss and touch. Matías has given me blowjobs, but I’ve yet to return the favor. Not for any reason other than I feel like I’ll be bad at it. I can use my hand no problem, but I don’t want him to be disappointed. However, I really want to try.

When Matías moves, ready to push me to my back, I stop him.

“Lie back.”

His brows go up. “You sure?”

I nod, bracing myself over him again, kissing his lips, chin, throat, and chest. I kiss a trail down his stomach, until I get to the head of his cock.

When I glance up, he’s staring down at me, lust gleaming in his eyes, excitement and impatience bursting at the seams.

I kiss the underside of his head and continue down his shaft.

“Oh god,” he moans, head flopping back to the pillow.

I make my way back up and then circle the tip with my tongue before taking the shaft in my hand and putting it in my mouth.

“Oh Jesus,” he cries. “Yes.”

His words fill me with confidence, so I keep going. I take him deeper into my mouth, and when he moans, my cock twitches. I try to take more, but nearly gag, so I ease back up to the tip.

“Yeah. Lick the head. Oh fuck,” he cries.

I obey his command while stroking his shaft, looking up at him. His muscles are flexing as he grips the covers under him, his eyes squeezed closed and bottom lip trapped between his teeth.

“Oh, fuck. Adrian,” he gasps, his eyes opening and finding mine. “I’m gonna come.”

I keep my pace, my heart racing in my chest. My tongue flickers against the underside of his head, hand moving up and down.

“Oh, god. Oh—” His words are cut off by a roar of pleasure.

Cum shoots out, landing on his stomach, pouring over the sides and sliding through my fingers. My tongue laps up some of it as well, and it’s the first taste of a man I’ve had on my tongue.

I swallow, watching his body spasm as he sucks in gulps of air.

“Holy shit. Oh, my god,” he breathes.

I smile. “Good?”

“Very, very good,” he says, breathless.

With my other hand cupped under my right, I try to keep the cum from dripping anywhere as I grab a towel from the top of my hamper and wipe my hands.

“It’s about to be your turn as soon as I can breathe again,” he says.

Then the door downstairs closes, and the voices of my roommates filter in.

He sits up quickly, wide eyes frozen on me until he gets up and snatches the towel from my hand to clean himself up.

Matías plucks up his discarded clothes, putting on his ridiculous sweater and beanie as I step into my boxers.

“I guess I’ll have to make it up to you later,” he says.

“I look forward to it.”

He comes up to me, his hand on my cheek as he kisses me. “That was incredible.”

I start laughing, and he backs up, confused. “What? You were.”

Shaking my head, I walk over to my closet and pull out my costume.

“Seriously?” he asks, fighting his laugh. “You’re dressing up as Mr. Incredible?”

“I mean, it tracks, right?”

“I hate you,” he says with a laugh.

“Sure you do.”

With another quick peck, he goes to the door. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom.”

“I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”

Once he’s gone, I change into my costume and jog downstairs, finding my friends in the kitchen.

“Mr. Incredible is here to help.”

They laugh at me. “You’re so stupid. You’re gonna wear that tight ass shit all night?” Johnson asks.

“Jealous everyone will be staring at me?”

He shakes his head. “Whatever, Mr. Incredible. Get the rest of the beer from the truck, will ya?”

I jog out and grab the two cases of Bud Light from the backseat of his truck, and walk in just as Matías comes down the stairs.

I smile at him, happy he’s agreed to come to another party since I know they aren’t really his thing.

He laughs when I do a spin, showing off my costume. His smile never leaves his face. “You’re insane.”

I shrug. “Matías is here!” I shout to the guys as I walk in the kitchen. “See if you can find him.”

“What?”

“Huh?”

Their confusion comes to an end when Matías walks in behind me, and they all start laughing.

“How many drunk people are gonna be playing a game of Where’s Waldo tonight?” Barlow asks.

“Hell, I might play,” Johnson says.

But I’m gonna win, I think to myself. I hope to find him in my bed.