His Secret

34. Matías

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

MATíAS

What took twenty minutes to get here feels like an hour on the way back. Almost the entire time, I’m thinking about what I want to do to Adrian. What this means going forward. We’re neighbors. We work together. The amount of time we’ll have with each other is more than I can ask for.

He’s married.

But he doesn’t belong with her.

His phone rings and he takes it from his pocket, sighs, and declines the call. I don’t ask about it. It’s not my business, and I truly don’t want to know if it’s his wife calling him.

When it goes off the second and third time, we’re in our own hotel, traveling up the elevator.

“Did you need to get that?” I ask.

“No,” he says simply, and I accept that.

When we get inside the suite, I say, “Leave the phone in your room and meet me in mine.”

I take some time to freshen up in the bathroom—the Las Vegas sun is unforgiving, and it takes less than a minute to start sweating when you’re outside. Regardless of what we’re about to do, I’m going to be clean and prepared.

When I come out of the bathroom, I emerge with only a towel around my waist, and find Adrian in new clothes standing in front of my window.

He looks over his shoulder and sees me, eyes taking me in before he swallows. The fresh scent of soap radiates off of him, letting me know he had the same idea. At least we’re still on the same page about something happening between us.

I wasn’t lying when I said I wasn’t going to ask him if he was sure anymore. From this moment on, I’m going forward with the assumption that he wants this as much as I do.

Strutting forward, I don’t stop until I’m touching him, turning him around and trapping him between the window and my body.

My lips find the side of his neck, kissing and gently biting the soft flesh. “Why do you have clothes on?” I ask against his skin.

“Mm. I thought it might be weird to have you come out to me naked.”

From behind, I push down the baby blue basketball shorts he has on until they’re crumpled at his bare feet.

“It’s only weird that you thought I wouldn’t like that.”

I lick a path up his neck until I get to his ear. He moans, a shiver taking over his body. “Noted,” he says breathlessly.

From the hem, I lift the white tank top he has on, and he raises his arms to help me remove it.

“You like the view?” I question, kissing the back of his neck and across his shoulders as my hands run down his sides until they’re inside the waistband of his boxers.

“Hm. Yeah,” he says, distracted .

I shove the material down and he steps out of them, all the while, I kiss down the middle of his back.

“Good,” I say. “Enjoy the view while I taste you.”

I kiss lower and lower until I’m on my knees behind him, my lips pressing kisses on his cheeks.

“Oh, god,” he says, voice shaking.

I squeeze each cheek in one hand before spreading him apart. He bends forward, hands slapping against the glass, and I let my tongue run up the seam.

He gasps. “Oh, fuck.”

I moan as I continue, tasting him thoroughly. My tongue prods at his hole without trying to penetrate completely.

Adrian whimpers and mewls between words of praise and chants for more. When he reaches back and holds my head in place, I nearly explode. A growl of appreciation rumbles in my throat as I continue to devour him.

After a few more minutes, I stand, the towel dropping. I wipe my mouth with my hand and press my body against his, my arms wrapping around his middle. He leans his head against my shoulder, completely out of breath.

“Oh, my god, Matías,” he pants.

“Turn around.” He faces me, his skin flushed. “Now get on your knees.”

Pure lust shines in his eyes, and without a word he obeys, staring at my cock. He peers up at me, his muscular body a work of art at my feet.

“I’m gonna fuck that pretty mouth of yours,” I tell him.

He licks his lips, dipping his chin slightly.

I step forward, my erection in my hand as I aim it toward his lips. He parts them, opening wide for me to slide in over his tongue.

“Oh, yeah,” I say with a groan.

With my forearm against the glass, I rock my hips, pushing in and out of his wet mouth. His hands move from my thighs to my ass, touching me wherever he can while I attempt to reach the back of his throat.

I stand straight and run a hand through his hair, tugging on the strands hard enough that he looks up at me while my dick is still in his mouth.

“Oh, fuck. You look so good.”

He swirls his tongue along the bottom of my shaft and I slowly push in a little further.

While I watch, I move leisurely in and out of his mouth, watching his saliva drip down his chin.

“So fucking good,” I moan. “Come here.”

I step back, reaching down for his hand to pull him to his feet. With his back to the window, I close the distance between us and kiss along his cheek while my hands find the curve of his hips.

“I want to fuck you,” I tell him, giving him a kiss below his earlobe. “I want nothing more than to be inside you right now.”

His breath hitches and he grinds against me. “Oh.”

“I’ll be so careful with you. You know that,” I say, looking him in the eye.

“I know.” He swallows. “Maybe you can start that way. And then…”

I bite down on my lip, grinning. “Then you don’t want careful?”

His cheeks turn a darker shade of red. “I just mean I don’t want you to treat me like I’m delicate. I want all of you.”

I nod. “Get on the bed. I’ll be back.”

I go into the bathroom where I grab a small bottle of lube and a condom that are in my toiletry bag.

Back in the room, I find Adrian lying on the bed, one arm behind his head, his other hand on his cock.

I toss the items on the bed next to him, and his eyes watch them land.

“I know you said you haven’t been with any other guy, but have you used any toys all these years?”

Adrian, sprawled naked and fully aware that I just had my tongue in his ass, has the nerve to blush like he can’t talk to me about his masturbation techniques.

“Well…uhh…”

I move in between his legs, my knees touching the insides of his thighs. With my right hand, I reach for his cock and begin stroking.

“Tell me,” I say in a husky tone.

“Yes,” he replies, sucking in a deep breath. “I…I have things that I keep hidden. That I use from time to time when I’m alone.”

That statement breaks my heart a little. What brings him pleasure has to be kept hidden, like a dark and dirty secret.

“Okay. Good. So this won’t be a complete shock to your body.”

He shakes his head slightly, watching my hand work him over. “Probably nothing as big as…” he nods toward my cock.

I grin. “You’ll stretch for me.”

His teeth dig into his lip. “God,” he moans.

“Lie down,” I say, moving to allow him more space while I grab the lube.

I cover my fingers with the liquid as he gets situated, and then I pour a little more in my hand to massage into his hole.

With one hand on his cock, giving him the distraction and friction he needs, I slowly start pushing one finger inside.

“Oh, yeah,” he groans when I get it all the way in.

After a couple minutes of using just one finger, I slip a second one inside him, eliciting a sinful sound from his throat .

He grips the covers, his muscles flexing as I attempt to prepare him for my cock.

“Matías,” he cries out in that sexy way of his—the yearning and ache evident in his tone.

“Does it feel good?” I ask, curling my fingers a little as I move them.

“Yes. So good.”

“You ready for another?”

He sucks in a breath. “Yeah.”

With more lube, I slide a third finger alongside the others, rotating my wrist and doing my best to loosen him up.

Doing this is the best sort of torture for me. I’m beyond turned on, ready to fuck him into oblivion, edging myself as I get him ready.

When Adrian begins rocking his hips, matching my thrusts with his own, I know he’s ready.

I remove my fingers and reach for the condom, covering my length before pouring more lube on my shaft.

I hook one of his legs over my forearm and put the tip at his entrance. We stare at each other until I push in, breaching the ring of muscle. He closes his eyes, pushing his head deeper into the pillow as he lets out a hiss.

“You got it,” I tell him. “You can take it.”

Slowly, I keep moving forward, making sure to allow him time to adapt to the size of me as best as possible.

Halfway in, and his ass is strangling my cock. “My god,” I say through a breath. “You’re so fucking tight.”

He grunts, muscles flexed and tense. With one hand, I touch his stomach, moving up to his chest.

“You’re okay. Relax. Breathe.”

Adrian inhales deeply through his nose, and I slip the rest of the way in.

“Oh, fuck. ”

“Fuck,” I say, joining the rest of his exclamation.

I pull back a little, push forward, and repeat, taking longer strokes each time.

“You feel so good,” I say softly.

He simply whimpers.

“Are you okay?” I ask, stopping my movements.

Adrian nods, meeting my gaze. “I’m okay. More than okay. Please keep going.”

“Mm,” I say with a grin. “I like hearing you beg.”

“Please,” he says again, voice like sin. “Please fuck me.”

“Oh, god,” I groan, completely done for.

I drop his leg and lay my body over his, my face buried in his neck as I fuck him. His grunts and moans are in my ear—the music to my workout, keeping me motivated to keep going.

“Your dick feels so good,” he says in a soft tone.

The compliment rolls over my shoulders and down my back, giving me goosebumps.

“You like having me inside you?” I ask.

He moans. “Yes. You’re so fucking hard.”

“For you.”

“God, Matías.”

“I love when you say my name like that.”

I pull away, getting on my knees as I spread him wider, watching my cock disappear into his ass.

“Stroke yourself for me,” I tell him. “I wanna watch you.”

His fingers wrap around his shaft, and he begins moving his fist up and down, his eyes on my body the entire time.

I thrust deeper, not moving too fast, but making sure he feels every inch of me.

“Yes, yes,” he chants, eyes closing.

My orgasm builds, teasing its appearance. His cock is so engorged, the tip a dark pink. His hand moves quicker, seeking the release.

“Yeah,” I breathe. “Your ass is so fucking perfect. Keep stroking. Make yourself come.”

He whimpers, sweat glistening along his hairline. “Matías.”

“Yes. Come for me. Let me see the mess you make.”

“Oh, god.”

My hips piston back and forth, my release inching closer and closer.

“I’m gonna come,” he says. “Oh, god. I’m come?—”

His words cut off when his orgasm hits and jets of white cum shoot out of him, pouring over his hand.

“Oh, fuck yes,” I groan, the visual bringing my orgasm forward. “Yes, yes. Ah. Fuck.”

I slam deep, the first spurt of cum filling the condom, then I pull out and rip it off, jerking myself so I can finish coming on him. Our releases mixing together on his skin.

“Oh, yes. Yes,” he cries, watching it happen. “Give it to me.”

When I’m done, I collapse next to him, trying to catch my breath as he does the same.

For the next couple minutes, we’re nothing but heavy breaths and curse words. When I think I can finally move again, I roll out of bed and head to the bathroom. After I pee and wipe myself off, I bring another wet rag to the room, taking the time to wipe the mess off his hand first, then his stomach and his cock.

He gives me a lazy smile. “That was…incredible.”

“I thought so, too.”

I toss the washcloth and lay next to him. He attempts to turn to his side, makes a face, then slowly continues.

“Ouch. ”

I snort. “Sorry.”

“I’m not.”

This time I allow myself to run my hand over his cheek. “I’m glad.” Leaning forward, I plant a kiss on his lips.

“I’m gonna use the bathroom, then I’ll be back.”

I nod. “Okay. I’ll try not to fall asleep.”

He chuckles before getting out of the bed. Next thing I know, the bed dips next to me, and his arm wraps around my body.

My spine stiffens, not used to the post-coital cuddling. Cuddling in general, really. But then I open my eyes and see him snuggling in close, and I drape my arm over his as he rests his head on my shoulder.

I smile, and then I fall asleep.