Without hesitation, I reach down, cupping him over his pants before I push him toward the dining table until he has to catch himself on the edge of it as his firm ass bounces off of it. I follow him, my lips devouring as his hands roam over my arms and chest.
“What do you want, Mateo?” I am not sure what I am doing, but I want to be with him, want to touch him. Craving him as much as I can feel his desire for my touch.
“You know what I want, Ezra,” he scolds against my lips before biting down, his hand pushes my pants down releasing my throbbing cock. A growl slips out of me before I grab him by his hips, spinning him around until he’s bending over the table with his arms braced. I knock a chair on the other side of the table over, and it crashes into the ground, but neither of us stop.
A long groan erupts from Mateo as I push his pants down, and I reach around, grabbing his cock again, stroking his length before I press my shaft against him. “Is this what you want?” I purr before feeling him tug my hip, pulling me closer. I squeeze his cock before adjusting myself before pressing the tip against him, and he digs his nails into my hip.
“Wait! Pocket, pocket,” Mateo squirms against me.
“What?” I demand, huffing. “What’s so important about your pocket right now? Do you have an emergency sandwich or something in there?”
“Ezra, I’ve got an entire emergency BDSM gear going on in my pockets, those things can hold an entire dresser drawer, but right now you need to get the lube. As much as I want to feel that giant cock of yours, I want to be able to sit without feeling you for the next week.”
I chuckle at him and reach into his pocket, pulling out a black bit of silk with a bright red squishy ball in the center. What the fuck? Hm, I’m half tempted to stuff this in Kat’s mouth, I wonder what else he’s got in these never ending pockets? “Search later,” Maddox growls. I pull out a silk cloth and drop it on the table and raise a brow at him, and he shakes his head before motioning to his other pocket. Reaching in, I pull out a vial of cherry flavored anal lube.
“You always walk around with all this in your pockets?” I stare at him before unclipping the lid and squeezing a generous amount on my fingers. I don’t want to hurt him, but waiting is going to be as hard as fuck, I’m desperate to feel his body around me.
“Be prepared, Ezra. Didn’t anyone ever drill that in your head?” he asks before I stick a well lubricated finger inside him.
Mateo hisses, but pushes against me. “Yes,” he groans, “that’s it Ezra, hook your finger, fuck, just like that.”
I’m more than happy to oblige him and as I tease him with one finger, I go ahead and lube myself up with more until my cock is a dripping mess.
“Please,” Mateo begs, pushing against me again. “You’re not going to hurt me, I promise I can take everything you can give me.”
I hesitate. Surely this would hurt, right?
“Ezra,” Mateo moans when Maddox shoves forward, urging me. I pull my finger out of his tight hole and push into him. It’s tight, but the lube helps me slide right in. Mateo lets out a guttural groan, his cock twitches in my hand.
“Fuck!” I groan, my hips hitting his ass.
I pull out before thrusting into him, my lubed hand stroking and squeezing him as I pick up my pace, slamming into his sweet ass, my other hand grips his side as I find my rhythm, my balls tighten, and I slam into him harder, not holding back. Then, finally, he takes it, pushing back against me meeting my thrusts before his creamy liquid spills into my hand, his cock throbs in my hand before I shove him flat against the table, pounding into him, Mateo pushing back against me when a groan escapes me and find my own release deep inside. My breathing is ragged as I try to catch my breath.
Mateo is also breathing heavily, and I gently pull out of him and pull my pants up. Mateo does the same before turning, kissing me, his tongue darts into my mouth before he pulls back. “I love you,” he breathes, his hand cupping my neck, I kiss his lips.
“I love you too,” I whisper before kissing him again.
I press my body against him, my tongue dominating every inch of his mouth. Then, I pull away from him, he lets me go, and I turn around to wash my hands and nearly jump out of my skin when I see Kat leaning on the counter eating a bowl of cereal and watching us.
“Morning,” she greets before she scoops up some fruit loops with her spoon before eating them. She reaches over and tosses me the tea towel.
“You are a damn creeper sometimes,” Mateo chuckles at her.
She shrugs, eating more of her cereal with a thoughtful look on her face. “Does it hurt?” She asks Mateo.
“No, well, at first, but not now, why are you interested in trying it?” he asks with a wiggle of his brow, and her lips tug up.
“Maybe,” she admits, her eyes flickering and burning brighter for a second.
Katya
Mateo walks around the kitchen counter, stopping next to me before tugging me toward him. He leans down, pressing his lips to mine, and my stomach clenches when I deepen the kiss. His tongue invades my mouth before he sucks on mine, his teeth grazing it when he pulls away, his lips traveling to my jaw and neck as he nips at my skin, making me shiver, tingles spread everywhere and rushing south between my legs, making my panties dampen. Damn, and I had just changed those too.
“So, does that mean I can take that since Ezra took your virginity?” He purrs below my ear before squeezing my ass.
“It won’t hurt?” I ask him, slightly unsure.
“No, and I am sure Ezra can distract you,” Mateo growls softly, his hands squeezing my ass before he lifts me. I grab his shoulders to stop from falling backward, my legs wrap around his waist, he turns around, and my back is pressed against something hard, more sparks ignite over me as Ezra’s heat seeps into my back. His hands run up my sides, and I reach up, cupping the side of his neck when he lowers his face toward mine and kisses the side of my face before one of his hands wraps around my throat. The other moving between Mateo and me as he cups my pussy with his hand, making me moan.
Mateo rolls my hips against his and Ezra’s hand. Arousal rolls over me, and then there’s a knock at the door.
Ezra’s hand lets my throat go, and he steps away from me, Mateo lets me down, and I sigh in frustration before walking off toward the door. Ezra and Mateo use the opportunity to clean up while I go to answer it.