His Secret

35. Adrian

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

ADRIAN

When I wake up, it’s to an empty bed and the sun shining in my face. I squint as I look around the room, but when I don’t see any sign of Matías, I throw the covers off of me and get out of bed.

When I walk into the living room, I spot him pacing back and forth in front of the main door with the phone against his ear. He turns and sees me, giving me a quick grin before speaking again.

“No, that’s not right. The project is due November 15th.”

I keep making my way to my bathroom where I brush my teeth and think about the events of last night.

Everything that happened was incredible. My heart feels full for the first time in a while. It was almost like I had been cut off from any sort of familiarity, and then finally came home.

I rinse out my mouth before taking a piss, then I turn the hot water on in the shower and head to my room. It’s our last day here, so I find something casual to put on, and then check my discarded phone.

It’s almost dead since I never plugged it in last night, but it has several missed calls and text messages. Mostly from my dad and Charlotte.

Charlotte’s are just check-ins and wanting to know when my flight gets in. My father’s are demands to call him back.

I click on the thread of messages between Charlotte and I, my heart feeling heavy in my chest.

Hey, I’m fine. Late night last night. It’s my final day here, and I’ll be on a plane tomorrow at eleven-fifteen. That should put me home around four when you add in the drive.

I drop the phone back on the bed and make my way into the shower. As the water rains over me, I try to come up with a plan.

Charlotte and I aren’t meant to be together. I think she knows that, too, but now she’s relying on me. I think we both have the underlying fear that without me, she’ll slip into her old ways. We’ve had good times together. We’ve laughed and enjoyed nights out, but it’s always felt like it was just a friendship. And don’t get me wrong, friendship is important in a relationship, but I’ve never been romantically attracted to her. I’ve done my best to fake it. To force the affection that doesn’t do anything for me. The kisses and touches that make me cringe.

It’s all a constant reminder of who I truly am, and it makes me live in this constant state of discomfort.

I don’t know if she’s ever noticed, but if she has, she’s never questioned it. I almost wish she would, that way maybe it would force me to be honest .

“Want some company?” Matías’s voice asks from the other side of the steam-covered shower door.

Everything in my head melts away when I see the blurry version of his naked body on the other side.

“Yes.”

The door opens, and Matías walks in, a perfectly sculptured god with wavy brown hair.

“Morning,” he says with a crooked grin, walking me backward into the wall where we’re out of the spray of the water.

I smile. “Morning.”

His hands land on my hips before his mouth is on mine. As his tongue slides over mine, his hands curve around my cheeks, cupping and squeezing the flesh.

“How’s this?” he asks, a finger dancing delicately through the crease.

I suck in a breath. “Fine.”

“Good.”

He kisses along my jaw until he gets to my neck. My cock hardens against his leg, desperate for his attention.

Matías reaches between us, his fingers wrapping around my length, giving me a slow stroke.

I release a moan and thrust into his hand.

“You want me?” he asks.

“Yes,” I breathe.

“How badly do you want me?” he questions, mouth against my ear.

I thrust again. “I want you so much.”

He growls, nipping at my ear. “I want to devour you.”

A whimpery moan leaves my lips. “Yes.”

“You like that idea?”

His fingers dance across my shaft, reaching my balls.

I nod frantically .

“Tell me.”

“I want—” I swallow. “I want you to devour me.”

Matías steps back and gives me a wicked grin. “Stand over there,” he says, stepping under the spray to allow me to get to the back.

When I get into place, he comes forward, pushing his wet hair back and dropping to his knees.

With my cock pointing at his mouth, he leans forward and licks the underside of my shaft before briefly sucking on the tip.

“Turn around.” I listen, and face the wall. “Now bend over.”

I grab a hold of the bar along the left side and bend, spreading my legs as much as possible.

His hands run up the backs of my thighs, pushing my ass cheeks up before squeezing and spreading them.

When his tongue runs up my crease, I squeeze the bar and suck in a breath before releasing a moan.

“Oh, god.”

His tongue swipes up and down, large hands squeezing my cheeks as he licks me. The tip of his tongue begins prodding at my sensitive hole, but it feels so good.

“Yes,” I pant. “Please. Oh, god.”

He takes my words as permission to do more, so he does. His tongue pushes into my hole, his fingers gripping me tightly.

“Matías,” I breathe. “So good.”

He turns into an animal, his tongue devouring every part of me. It dips low, licking my balls, before he sucks each one into his mouth, one at a time. Then he’s back in my crease, tonguing me down until I’m seeing spots.

With his hands on my waist, he spins me around, and once again, I grip the bar. He takes my cock into his hand, pulling me into his mouth.

I watch as water hits his back, cascading over every dip and curve of his muscles, dripping down his ass.

I think about what it would be like to be inside him again. To feel how tight he would be around me.

He takes me deep into his mouth, continuing his mission of devouring me. His fingers find my balls, massaging and gently squeezing them before one finger slips between my cheeks.

“Oh,” I moan, the word coming out shuddery.

Matías gently pushes one fingertip inside me, but it’s enough. I’ve already been edged with his tongue. My orgasm was already teetering, and now, with just the hint of penetration while his mouth works wonders on my cock, my release explodes out of me.

“Oh, god. Matías.”

He moans and jerks my cock into his mouth, taking every drop of my cum.

His swallow is audible, punctuated by a small groan. I watch as his tongue dances around the head, lapping up any last drops.

My body shivers, weak and hardly willing to hold me up.

Matías grabs the bar and pulls himself up, leaning forward to kiss me with my taste still on his tongue.

When he pulls away, he grins. “Get clean. I’ll see you out there.”

“What about you?” I manage to say through my heavy breaths.

“I showered earlier. I just need to dry off now.”

“I mean…” I look down at his cock.

“We can do something about that later.”

He opens the shower door and closes it behind him, and I muster up enough energy to cleanse my body before I walk out and flop to my bed.

My phone vibrates next to me, and out of habit, I pick it up to read the screen.

Charlotte

Okay. Let me know if you need a ride.

Another message from earlier is right below it.

Dad

You didn’t tell me you were leaving to work for Matías Cruz. Call me back now and explain to me what you think you’re doing.