His Secret

32. Adrian

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

ADRIAN

I take my time, enjoying being able to touch his body again. I place my hand over the trail of hair on his stomach as I kiss around his hip. My lips stop above the waistband of his boxer-briefs, knowing that’s where I want to go and explore, but a small amount of apprehension has me hesitating.

I want to do it, even though I shouldn’t.

To anyone else, what I’m doing now, what I’m about to do, what I’ve been wanting to do, is wrong. Plain and simple. There are no excuses, reasons, or justifications good enough for the line I’m crossing.

But being with Matías? That’s not wrong. It can’t be. It never was. Not when my dad tried to convince me that that was the case, and not now even though I’m married. He has a part of me still, and probably always will.

My fingers slip into the waistband as I glance up at him. He’s watching me like he’s waiting for me to bolt—to put a stop and walk away.

I tug them down, and he lifts up so I can free them from his hips.

His cock slaps against his stomach, thick and hard. I lick my lips, ready and yet still nervous. I realize he’s been awfully quiet, which wasn’t the norm for him.

Before I touch him again, I ask, “Are you okay?”

His chin dips slightly as he looks down at me. “Yes.”

“You’re quiet. I thought you liked to tell people what to do. You know, use collars and leashes and whatnot.”

His lips twitch before he’s biting down on a smile. “Been thinking about that, huh?”

My cheeks feel warm. “Not really.”

He laughs. “I’m letting you make the decisions,” he says. “What we do is whatever you want to do. I don’t want you to feel like I’m forcing you into anything.” He pauses. “And I’m waiting for you to change your mind.”

I drop lower, settling into my place between his legs. “I’m not going to.” And then I take his cock in my hand and lift it from his body before I open my mouth and close my lips around him.

“Oh. fuck,” he groans, hands fisting the covers.

I moan as I slide him in deeper, getting his shaft wet so I can stroke. I curl my fingers around him, tugging on him with a firm grip at a leisurely pace.

“Oh, yeah,” he moans, eyes closing briefly.

I twirl my tongue around the tip before once again taking him further into my mouth. After a few minutes of getting back into the swing of things, I bob up and down on his shaft, slurping and moaning like a porn star.

My dick grows impossibly harder inside my boxers, dying to be touched.

“Adrian,” Matías moans, sending a jolt of excitement up my spine. “Fuck. It’s so good.”

His fingers run through my hair, tugging on the strands while also pushing my head down. I can tell he’s trying to control himself, but he fucks my face from his position, his hips moving up and down.

I nearly gag when he goes too deep, making a choking sound, so he stops moving. But I don’t want that. I want all of him. I want this new side of him. I want to experience things the way he does them now.

I grab his hand and put it back on my head, moaning around his dick as I take him deeper. He gets the hint and continues moving his hips.

“That’s it,” he says in a sinful voice. “Take it.” He inhales. “Yeah, just like that.”

Everything inside me melts. His voice elevates the entire experience, and I never want him to be quiet again.

I pull away. “You like it?” I ask. I know he does, but I need to hear his words.

“I love it.” His fingers gently run through my hair. “Now try to take me deep again. Slowly. Breathe through your nose.”

I listen, only so happy to do so. He encourages and praises me the entire time.

“Oh, yeah. That’s good. Oh, god. You can do it. Ahh.”

Pinpricks of heat cover my body. I’m no longer satisfied with just this. I want more. Everything inside of me is begging and pleading for more of him.

“I’m so fucking hard,” I say, reaching into my boxers to give my cock some attention.

“Let me see.”

I move to the side and shove my boxers down my thighs before stroking my dick again. He opens his mouth then closes it.

“What do you want me to do?”

I know that’s not what he was going to say initially, but I get why he’s allowing me to make the decisions. It’s just not necessary. Decision has been made. Right or wrong, there’s no going back, and there’s definitely no stopping.

If I’m condemning myself; I might as well have the best fucking time doing it.

“Whatever you want,” I answer.

He hesitates for only a second before getting up. “Lie down.”

I listen, kicking off my boxers the rest of the way before reaching for my erection.

“No,” he says, getting between my parted legs. “Let me.”

His hand takes over, his palm warm against my skin. I suck in a shuddering breath as he tightens his grip and moves it slowly up and down.

“You’re right. You’re so fucking hard.” A quick pause, his eyes flickering up to meet my gaze. “For me.”

I moan. “Yes.”

“Can I taste you?” he asks, his voice low and sultry. “Is that what you want?”

“Fuck.” I suck in a breath as he continues to stroke me gently. “Yes. Yes, I want it.”

There’s a low growl in his throat before he lowers himself, and I watch with bated breath as his lips part, his pink tongue dancing across his bottom lip before he takes me inside his mouth.

My cock slides across his tongue, reaching for the back of his throat before he eases back up. His mouth is magical, and as he coats me with his saliva, his free hand comes up to massage my balls.

“ Lordhavemercy ,” I mutter, the words strung together as I push my palms into my eyes. “Holy shit.”

Matías moans, continuing his actions before pulling away. My cock slips free from his mouth, but his hand keeps stroking. I watch as he drops onto his stomach and then I feel his tongue twirl around my balls before sucking one into his mouth.

“Holy fuck,” I say with a gasp. “Oh, god. Oh, god. Yes. Yes.”

He moves to the other one, his hand still keeping up pace on my cock. My brain doesn’t know how to work properly anymore. I utter words that don’t form proper sentences. I reach for his head, then I grab the covers before changing my mind and tugging on my own hair.

“Matías,” I moan, my voice breathy and desperate. “Oh, my god.”

His tongue dips slightly lower, teasing the idea of licking another spot on my body that’s gone ignored for years.

“Jesus fuck,” I cry.

He does it once more before coming back up and taking my dick in his mouth.

His fingers continue to play with my balls, sometimes sliding between my cheeks. He doesn’t push, but just gently glides over the hole. Meanwhile, his mouth works me over. I’m near combustion, but there's no way we can stop now. I feel like I haven’t done enough. I haven’t had my fill of him yet.

“Matías,” I breathe. “I’m close. I can’t?—”

“You ready to come for me?” he asks.

I shake my head.

“No?” he questions.

“I don’t want to be done.” I look at his face. “I don’t want it to end.”

Understanding blankets his expressions. “I want you to come,” he says. “It doesn’t mean it’s the end.”

I bite into my bottom lip and nod once. “Okay.”

“Come in my mouth, Adrian,” he says before enveloping me between his lips .

It only takes a couple more minutes before I feel it coming. “Oh, god.”

Matías moans, sucking and stroking simultaneously.

“Oh, oh. Yes. I’m…I’m…” I release a roar that the entire floor can probably hear right before my body tenses up and my orgasm explodes out of me and into his mouth.

As I grunt and suck in deep gulps of air, Matías lets out sounds of pleasure as he tastes and swallows every drop.

He continues to lick around my head, taking me gently into his mouth as my body jerks with aftershocks.

After he pulls away, I feel him move up and lay next to me. My eyes are still closed, but I reach out with my hand until I find his, holding two of his fingers in my fist.

“Oh, my god,” I breathe.

“Yeah,” he says with his own exhale.

I roll to my side and face him, finding him already looking at me.

“You’re so handsome,” I tell him, the words flying out on their own accord.

He chuckles, a small amount of color filling his cheeks. “Thank you.”

I let out a quiet laugh, slightly embarrassed. “You’ve always been attractive. Obviously.”

“Obviously,” he teases.

“You’ve just grown up so much and you…you look very distinguished.”

His lips curl up on the ends. “No longer the skinny, nerdy kid?”

“Probably still nerdy,” I joke.

He reaches out and runs his knuckles along my jaw. And then, as if he realized he shouldn’t, he pulls his hand back and turns to get up .

“I’m gonna use the bathroom,” he says, his naked body on full display.

“Oh. What about?—”

I don’t get the rest of the thought out before he speaks.

“This was about you,” he says, glancing over his shoulder with a small smile.

“Okay,” I reply after a few seconds, hoping I get to repay him soon.

I get up to find my underwear once he closes the door.

I think about waiting around for him to get out, but doing that seems awkward. And then, as if sensing my sinful behavior, my phone rings from my pants in the main part of the suite, and I find it’s my dad calling me.