His Secret

49. Matías

CHAPTER FORTY-NINE

MATíAS

Adrian goes to the window, looking out between the slats of the blinds.

“Your room faces my house.”

“It does.”

“That’s my bathroom window.”

“Is it?” I question, coming up behind him.

“Yeah. The bathroom connected to my room.”

My hands travel down his torso until I get to his belt. I undo it along with the pants, shoving my hand inside.

“Next time you shower, you could let me know. I’ll watch you from here.”

“You’ll only see my upper body,” he says, leaning into me.

“Then you can Facetime me and put your phone where I can see you.”

“You’re a perv.”

“I am.”

“Mm.” He nuzzles his head into my neck. “I love it.”

“Maybe you’re a perv.”

He chuckles. “Maybe.”

I kiss the side of his head before I disentangle myself and step to the side. “I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.”

I disappear into my bathroom and get cleaned up, prepared to have the tables turned today. I remove everything but my underwear before I walk back into the bedroom where Adrian’s draping his clothing over the upholstered, barrel shaped accent chair near the window.

Walking straight up to him, I hand him a bottle of lube and say, “I want you to fuck me.”

He takes it, looking into my eyes. His tongue swipes over his bottom lip as he gives me one nod. “Yes. Fuck yes.”

Adrian yanks me into him, his mouth devouring mine in a viscous kiss.

“God, I’ve been waiting to feel you again. To feel how you clench around me,” he says through heavy breaths.

“Fuck,” I groan.

“You have no idea how often I thought about this. How frequently my memories of us would pop into my head.”

“Well, you don’t have to think about it anymore. You can do it. Fuck me, Adrian. Remind me that I’m yours.”

He makes a noise low in his throat. “You are.”

“Remind me. Claim me.” I let my tongue dance across his bottom lip. Lowering my voice, I say, “Hard. Fast. Deep. Show me how much you missed being inside me.”

Once again he smashes his lips against mine, shoving my boxer-briefs down at the same time. He pulls away, turning me toward the chair and pushing me until I’m forced to kneel on the cushion.

I spread my legs as far as they can go, my hands gripping the back of the seat as he buries his face between my cheeks.

“Oh, god,” I cry out, his tongue gliding over my hole .

He laps at me like I’m a puddle of water and he’s dying of thirst. His hands squeeze my ass as he hungrily devours me.

I pant and moan, begging for more, and he finally relents.

Easing away, he caresses my ass, and then I hear the cap of the lube pop open. A few seconds later, slick fingers begin pressing against my entrance.

I angle my head over my shoulder. “Yes, give it to me.”

His free hand traces a line down my spine. “Look at you. How did I go so long without having this? Without being able to see you like this anytime I wanted?”

I push back a little, his fingers sliding in deeper. He rotates them inside me.

“God,” I growl. “Fuck me, Adrian. I can’t take it anymore.”

His fingers curl up. “I want you to be ready for me,” he says.

“I am.”

“You think you are,” he says, tone deep and low. “But I’m going to fuck you with eight years of passion, desire, and need. I’m gonna fuck you with everything that I am.”

“Oh, yeah,” I moan.

“Do you have a condom?”

“In my nightstand.”

He takes several more minutes to stretch me and get my body prepared for him, and then he walks away to get the condom.

Every second feels like a minute, and I’m afraid I might combust if he doesn’t fuck me soon. The tear of the wrapper sends chills down my spine. The cap of the lube opening has my toes curling. Feeling his fingers at my entrance has me sucking in a breath.

When his cock finally prods at my hole, I tighten my grip on the chair, arch my back even more, and try to remember to keep breathing .

When he starts pushing in, he groans. He slips past the ring of muscle and I exhale just as he sucks in a shuddering breath.

“So tight,” he says. “So fucking tight.”

Adrian begins slow, keeping himself tame as I adjust to the size of him, but his fingers dig into my skin as he holds me firm around the waist.

He pulls almost completely out before thrusting in with a little more force.

“Yes!” I cry.

It spurs him on. He draws back again, repeating the long and slow strokes until he can’t hold back any longer.

His hips move faster, his cock going deep inside me, stretching me open. I haven’t been with anyone like this in I don’t know how long. While the sensation isn’t brand new, it’s not what I’ve been used to, and I almost forgot how good it can be.

Maybe it’s just because it’s him.

“Matías,” he grunts. “Oh, my god.”

“You feel so good,” I tell him.

“Yeah?” One hand slides up my back, gripping my shoulder.

I release a moan as he moves. “Yeah,” I say on a breath. “God, yes.”

“I never want to stop,” he says. “I want to be inside you forever.”

“Yes, yes,” I chant, wanting nothing more than for this to never end.

He slows his movements, holding my ass cheeks apart as he pulls out. I clench around him, drawing him back in slightly.

Adrian moans. “Do it again.”

I listen, giving him what he wants .

“Fuck.” The word is drawn out, husky and dripping with lust. “I’ve always loved the way you take me.”

“And I’ve missed the way you fuck me.”

Another groan of appreciation leaves his throat. He pushes at my right leg, so I pull it in, and his foot comes to rest on the cushion next to it. The front of his body leans over the back of mine, one arm snaking around my middle as he rocks into me.

“Tell me I’m the best you’ve ever had. Tell me nobody else made you feel the way I do.”

He’s not seeking the truth. He wants to hear what he wants to hear.

“You’re the best,” I say between grunts as he thrusts. “Only you.” I moan. “Only you make me feel this way.”

But it’s one hundred percent the truth, and he probably doesn’t even believe it, because he’s never understood just how much he means to me. How much he’s always meant and will always mean.

“God, Matías,” he groans. “I…I…This is…Fuck!”

He never finishes the thought. He fucks harder and deeper.

“You’re mine,” he says, but not with conviction. “You’re mine. Mine. God, tell me you’re mine.”

I’m nearly over the back of the chair, his force pushing my body closer and closer to the window. I put my hand on the window seal to keep my head from slamming against the blinds.

“Yes,” I cry. “Yours. I’m yours, Adrian. I’ve always been yours.”

He makes a deep, throaty noise, his body shifting slightly. His hands caress my ass. “Mine.” They curve around my hips and travel down the fronts of my thighs. “Mine.” One hand touches my cock, fingers wrapping around it. “Mine.”

“Fuck. Yes. God. Please,” I beg.

He strokes me, smearing my pre-cum around my head. “God, you’re so hard.”

“For you,” I moan. “You make me so hard.”

Adrian releases me, but only to grab my waist and fuck me relentlessly. I replace his hand with my own, my body bent over the chair as he gives me everything he has.

His words are nonsensical. They don’t form cohesive sentences, but it wouldn’t matter if he was reciting poetry. I’m unable to focus on anything but my impending orgasm. It’s getting closer and closer.

I beg for more and more. I want it deeper. I want it harder. I want to feel him after he leaves. I want the memory of him to stay with me while he’s over there with her. I want to be able to convince myself that it’s me that he wants.

“Matías,” he moans, his breaths short and staccato. “Matías. Oh, god.”

“Yes, yes,” I cry, my fist flying up and down my shaft. “Come inside me. Give it to me, Adrian.”

“Oh shit,” he cries.

At the first twitch of his cock, my orgasm explodes out of me. “Fuck! Oh, god. I’m coming.”

His dick throbs and releases inside me as I bring myself to completion, completely unaware or concerned about where it’s going.

I drop my head onto my forearm that’s bent across the back of the chair, sweat dripping down the sides of my face as my cock drips onto the cushion below me.

Adrian’s body collapses on top of mine, breathing into my back before planting a few kisses there.

I lift my head slightly and catch sight of a car pulling into the driveway of their house. He pulls out slowly, unaware .

He lets out a breath, his fingers trailing over the curve of my ass.

I stand, my legs feeling boneless as I do.

I spot his wife exit the car, and when the door closes, it gets his attention too.

“Oh, shit,” he murmurs, stepping to the side.

“I don’t think she can see inside,” I say, but I move away as well.

He looks at me, searching my expression to see if seeing her has ruined this moment. At least that’s what I’m thinking. Has this amazing experience just been tainted by the arrival of his wife?

Adrian steps forward, hand cradling my face before his lips press a soft kiss to mine. He eases away, but continues to stare at me. There’s something in his expression. Words left unsaid, resting on his tongue. He gives me a small smile instead before turning to head to the bathroom.