His Secret

62. Matías

CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO

MATíAS

I’ve already gone inside to put my things in the room I’ve rented. This time, instead of using the main house, I rented a room in the carriage house. There are only two rooms inside, each with their own entrance.

When I spot Adrian driving around the corner, I call him.

“Hey,” he says.

“There’s a parking lot a half-block down.”

“Okay. I’ll see you soon.”

A few minutes later, I watch him strolling toward me, one hand in his pocket, as the other arm swings at his side.

God, he makes walking sexy.

When he gets closer, he gives me a shy smile before looking at the mansion. “This is quite the place.”

“Mmhmm,” I murmur before stepping forward and putting a hand on his lower back, bringing him closer before I plant my lips on his.

He makes a small noise before melting into the kiss, his hands coming to a rest on my sides.

“It’s good to see you,” I say when I pull away .

He grins. “I told you I’d come back.”

I don’t mention my fear that he wouldn't, I just nod and smile.

I press the button on the gate again, and inside, we stop at the gate guard shack so Adrian can give his ID over to them to register as my guest.

Once that’s done, we walk past the main house and toward the left.

“We’re over here,” I tell him. “I’ve never been in this room.”

He nods, a small smile on his lips. I wanted him to know that I’m not taking him to a room I’ve been in with other people.

I stop at the door, turning to face him. “Rules.” His brows lift, a smirk on his lips as he crosses his arms. “I want you to do everything I say. I want you at my mercy, but that doesn’t mean I won’t stop if you want to stop. You just have to let me know.”

“Unless you plan on electrocuting me, I don’t think I’ll be needing to stop. I’m a big boy.”

My eyes run down his body and back up. “Indeed you are.” I lean in, my lips against his. “So, you’ll be a good boy for me, then?”

His body loosens, a slight shiver running through it. “Yes.”

“Good. Come.”

I turn and twist the knob, walking inside. After Adrian steps in, I lock the door behind him and find my way to the high back chair in the corner. I sit there, my right leg resting over my left knee as he takes it all in.

He stops by the bed where I unpacked all my toys, glancing back at me. My lips curve into a grin .

Adrian moves around the room with all the curiosity of a child. On one side of the bed, he inspects a black leather tantric chair, and then goes to the familiar spanking bench on the other side. He gives me another little smirk when he runs his fingers across the leather.

Moving on, he studies the deep red walls, touching the molding and intricate designs before inspecting the dressers and opening a few drawers.

A black chandelier hangs above a red plush couch in the center, and black wall sconces hold the faux candles that give off a warm glow. Red floral arrangements are displayed in black vases, and I have to admit, it’s definitely better than the other rooms I’ve been inside here.

After a quick disappearing act into the connecting bathroom, he returns and walks straight toward me.

Dropping down in front of me, his hands rest on my knees, skating gently up my thighs. “Where do you want me?”

My body roars to life, and I have to fight myself for control. Part of me wants to throw him on the bed and have my way with him, but the other part wants to take this slow. I want to enjoy every second. I want to take him to the edge where he begs me to push him into euphoria.

I take one of his hands and bring it to my mouth, kissing his knuckles. “Stand up. Get undressed.”

When he gets up, I do the same, but I make my way to the bed where I grab the leather harness and leash.

I turn and watch Adrian take off his clothes. Putting them neatly on the chair I just left.

He grabs the waist of his boxer-briefs, looking at me with raised eyebrows.

I shake my head. “You can keep those on. For now.”

Walking forward, I secure the harness on him. “I’ve been dying to see you in this.” Once it’s in place, I hook the leash to the center ring that’s in the middle of his chest. “Perfect.” I give it a tug, pulling him into me so I can give him a chaste kiss.

Turning around, I walk him to the edge of the bed. “Take off my jacket, will you?”

He nods, eyes assessing me as he begins to unbutton my suit jacket. He takes it off my shoulders and holds onto it.

“You can put it down.”

Adrian tosses it to the bed behind me.

I elect to keep the rest of my clothes on for now, wanting to focus on him. With another little yank on the chain, I lead him to the tantric chair.

“Straddle this and lean your torso right here,” I say, helping him into place.

In this position, his ass is up at an angle, and his body gets to rest on the soft material.

I walk two of my fingers down his spine before placing my palm on the curve of his ass. I raise it and come down with a quick smack.

He gasps, his body shifting slightly.

At the bed, I grab the riding crop and then drag the end up the back of his leg until I get to his ass. I give it a couple quick hits before letting it dance up his back.

“You look so incredible right now,” I tell him, bending down to bring my face close to his. “I love knowing I have you all to myself.”

He releases a soft moan, eyes focused on me. “I’m yours.”

I stare at him for a few seconds before saying, “That’s what I like to hear.” I crouch down next to him, the riding crop in my hand and poised over his ass. “Tell me again. Who do you belong to?”

His teeth sink into his bottom lip. I let the leather tip of the crop come down on his ass.

He gasps before grinding into the chair. “You.” Another moan. “I’m yours, Matías.”

I grip his chin between my forefinger and thumb, leaning in to kiss his lips. “Yes, you are.”

I put the riding crop down and let my fingers dance underneath the waistband of his underwear. His breath hitches as my fingers slide into his crease. Adrian arches his back even more.

“Desperate little thing, aren’t you?”

He nods, a moan on his lips.

“Do you like when I play with you?”

“Yes.” He groans when I gently press into his hole.

“I’ll be right back.”

I go and grab the lube from the end table, bringing it back with me. His perfect peach shaped ass teases me, stretching the white cotton material. I caress it again, squeezing the flesh in my hand.

Before I lube my fingers up and start fingering him, I have to taste him. I need my tongue to explore the area first. I need my fill.

Behind him, I tug down the material just enough to expose his hole to me, then I lean over the bottom half of the chair and bury my face between his cheeks.

“Oh, god,” he moans.

I lick upward before twirling my tongue around his entrance. I keep him spread open with my hands as I taste every part of him. I lick across his taint, teasing his balls with the tip of my tongue before journeying back to his hole. I prod at it gently before downright attempting to fuck him with my tongue. I push in as far as I can, moving my hands to his hips where I pull him back. When I die, I want to be suffocated while tongue-fucking his ass.

“Oh, god. Matías. Fuck.” He moans between gasps. “So good. Oh, my god.”

He begins moving, grinding his cock into the chair as I devour him.

I pull away to look at his glistening hole, then I bring my hand down on his right cheek, the sound reverberating in the room.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “Yes.”

“Keep grinding into the chair,” I tell him, reaching for the lube.

After coating my fingers, I spread some around his entrance before sliding inside.

“Oh, yes,” he moans, voice shuddering.

“I want to come inside you.”

“Yes,” he agrees quickly.

“I want to be inside you. Bare. Nothing between us.”

His hips continue to rock, giving him friction on his cock while fucking himself on my fingers. “Okay,” he pants.

I smirk, because I think I have him so blissed out, he’d agree to anything.

I stop moving my fingers, and place a hand on his back, stilling him.

“Adrian. I was tested just a couple weeks ago. I’m negative. I’m assuming you were only with your wife and that you’re also free of any?—”

“Yes,” he says quickly, trying to move again. “Yes, I want you inside me.”

“Stand up,” I tell him, removing my fingers from his ass.

He lets out a small whimpery groan, but he stands.

“Finish undressing me. ”

Without hesitation, and with a scrape of his teeth across his bottom lip, he unbuttons the deep maroon vest I have on, gracelessly shoving it off my shoulders before nearly ripping every button off my black button-up shirt. I get out of my shoes while he unfastens my pants, shoving them down my legs.

“In a rush?” I ask with a quirk of my lips.

He nods. “Yes.” Then he pulls down my boxer-briefs, freeing my erection.

His tongue darts across his lips, eyes flickering up at me for permission. For an order.

I take hold of the leash and tug him into me. “Remove your underwear.”

He shimmies out of them, staying close to me. With a hand on his jaw, I lean in and kiss him, sliding my tongue between his lips to dance with his. Then I pull away, the chain in my hand as I direct him to the bed.

With a soft click, I unhook the leash and drop it on the floor. I bring the lube to the bed and lay down.

“I want you to ride me. I want to stroke that beautiful dick until you cover me with your release.”

Adrian moans, reaching for the bottle of lube. After squeezing some onto his fingers, he reaches around to massage it into his hole. I pour the liquid into my hand before coating my cock.

He crawls over me, his muscular thighs trapping me between them. With a hand on my stomach, he uses his other to take hold of my shaft and slowly guide me inside him.

His heat envelopes me, inch by inch. The slow pace is the most delicious form of torture.

“Fuck, Matías,” he cries, head back as he releases a sinful moan. “You’re so big.”

“And you take it so well,” I say, rubbing his thighs .

With my still-slick hand, I reach out and begin stroking his cock.

“Oh, god,” he breathes, fully seated now.

“Rotate your hips.”

He listens, and his body moves like he’s performing the sexiest lap dance.

“Fuck yeah,” I groan. “You’re so tight, baby.”

His breath leaves him with a small sound. He lifts up slightly, then drops back down. He continues this until the strokes are longer, his ass nearly coming completely off of me before he slides back down my shaft.

“You’re so fucking perfect.”

“It feels so good,” he says, his eyes focused on me as his movements begin to quicken. “I never want to stop.”

Adrian drops lower, using his arms to brace himself as his hips rock back and forth. I grab his waist, closing my eyes as I enjoy the sensation. His weight comes down on me as he nips at my throat.

“I love riding you,” he says in a gravelly tone, his mouth moving to my ear. “I love having you inside me.”

“Mm,” I moan, taking his earlobe between my teeth. “What else do you love?”

“Everything. Oh, god.”

He pulls back, hips moving faster, while still keeping me deep inside him.

I wrap my fingers around his shaft again, stroking him as he closes his eyes. He’s chasing the orgasm, and I can’t wait until he reaches it.

“That’s it, baby,” I say. “Give it to me.”

He’s gasping between whimpers and grunts, and then his eyes fly open and meet my gaze.

“I’m about to?—”

I keep stroking. “I want it. Give me what I want, Adrian. ”

“Oh. Oh, fuck!” he cries.

He stills just as the first spurt of cum shoots out. He moves again, releasing more white streams onto my stomach.

“Oh, yeah,” I groan. “That’s it. Make a fucking mess.”

“Matías,” he gasps. “Fuck. God. Yes.”

“Mmm.” I milk everything out of him. I tug and squeeze until not even a drop comes out of him.

He exhales, body sagging and chest heaving. His cum is still warm and thick against my skin.

“Holy shit,” he says through a breath, slowly getting up.

Once he’s off, he drops to his side then rolls to his back. He’s a fucking beautiful, satiated mess on white satin sheets. Sweat glistens on his head and neck. His limbs are loose and his cock is still hard. If I could take a photo of him like this I would. I’d look at it every single day and wonder how the hell I got lucky enough to have him, lose him, and get him back again.

I take my cum-covered hand and stroke myself before adding some more lube.

“Turn over.”

He rolls before getting up on his knees.

“Fuck, your ass is incredible.”

He sways it back and forth before I hold him still with one hand and guide myself inside with the other.

I take my time at first, wanting to watch the way he opens around me. I spread his cheeks and slowly dip in and out, loving that I can be inside him without a barrier.

When I can’t take it anymore, I thrust in deep, making him cry out as his arms give out on him.

I take hold of the leather harness and pull him back up, and then I continue to use it as leverage. I pull on it as I thrust, keeping him upright .

“I love being inside you. I love the way you take me. Oh god, Adrian,” I cry out, slamming my hips against his ass. “You’re so fucking good. So good, baby.”

“Yes, yes,” he chants. “Fuck me.”

“I can’t wait to fill you up. I want to watch my cum leak out of you. Marked. Owned.”

“Fuck,” he growls. “Yes. All yours.”

“Mine,” I say with a grunt. “Mine. Mine.” I punctuate each one with a deep thrust. “I’m about to come. Oh, shit.”

I release the harness and hold his hips, fucking him with long, deep strokes. A few seconds later, my orgasm hits, and I slam into him pouring my release inside him as I roar into the room.

My cock twitches inside him, filling him with every drop. I pull out slightly, just to push in again, feeling how slick he is with my release.

“Oh, my god,” he groans.

When I pull out completely, I do it with leisure, watching his ass release me. I spread him open and watch as my cum drips out.

“Fuck.” I drag the word out, using my finger to dip inside him. “Look at you.”

He whimpers and then more cum pours out.

I smear the liquid over his hole, my fingers massaging it in like lotion, then I lean forward and swipe my tongue up his crease.

The gasp he sucks in is loud and long, his body trembling.

I let him go and he collapses on his stomach. I drop down next to him, lying on my side. When his eyes flicker open, he gives me a sleepy smile.

“I don’t think I can move,” he says.

I grin, my fingers dancing over his arm and shoulder. “I like seeing you like this. ”

He snorts. “What do I look like?”

I run my hand through his hair, feeling the sweat at the roots. “Happy.” My eyes trail down his body. “Absolutely wrecked.” He laughs. I drag my knuckle down his jaw. “Mine.”

His eyes close briefly, but he has a little smile on his lips. He shimmies over and kisses my lips before dropping back down. “Definitely all those things.”

My mind flies back in time, remembering a very specific moment between us. It wasn’t the first time he took my breath away, because he did that often. He did that when he spoke to me in class for the first time. When he forced us into a friendship I was sure he didn’t need. When he invited me to his place for parties. When he asked if I was dating some guy. When he told me he was gay. When he admitted to being attracted to me.

But one of the most prominent memories was after we had sex. When he was on his knees next to the bed, admitting just how deep his feelings went.

I try to mimic his words from back then.

“This might not be the best time to say this,” I start.

His eyes open and he turns to his side, a little worry in them. “What is it?”

“I love you, Adrian. Not sure I ever stopped. I think my love for you was always there, tucked away and hidden under hurt and anger. But the moment you came back into my life, everything I used to try to mask those feelings started falling away.”

His wide eyes stare back at me. “Matías,” he says in a whisper, so much emotion expressed in just my name.

I close my eyes, a smile on my face. “You wonder why I never want anyone else to call me by my real name. It’s because the way you say it. The way my name falls from your lips is like a prayer to a god. It’s always uttered with so much reverence, need, or adoration.” His teeth dig into his lip, and I reach out to cradle his cheek. “Anyway, I needed to tell you how I felt. You don’t need to say anything, but I want you to know where I stand. You have a lot to sift through and figure out right now, but I’m always going to be here.”

His brows dip slightly, a hint of frustration in his features, and fear wraps its hands around my lungs.