When he finally stops painting the wall white, I let go of his cock. It is my turn now to pump his oversensitive ass full of cum. I put my hands on his hips, gripping them hard.
I let myself go, pounding into him hard and fast, making him cry out with what little pleasure his body has left to give. I fuck him so fast that it isn’t long before I find myself unable to hold back my own climax. Grunting, my eyes roll into the back of my head, and I come.
I thrust deep inside him, my cock twitching as I shoot my load into his ass. I moan deeply, body shuddering, until I have given him every drop.
My head rests on his shoulder as I catch my breath. Carefully, after a moment, I pull out of him, and he turns around. He shoves me back against the shower wall, a cheeky smile on his lips before he kisses me. His tongue tangling with mine hungrily.
All too soon, he pulls away, and he walks out of the shower cubicle. “Pay back.” he taunts, stealing my pajamas and towel. I growl but shake my head as he darts out, knowing full well he will return with a new set.
I quickly finish up my shower, hop out and dry myself right when Mateo walks in with some boxer shorts for me and a new towel. I take them from him, press a quick kiss to his cheek and slip them on.
Mateo grabs the baby monitor as we both go out to the living room and flop on the couch. My feet are killing me from being on them constantly. I reach for my coffee, take a sip and place the cup back on the coffee table.
“Fuck, I am so goddamn tired,” I mumble, rubbing a hand over my face to stay awake.
As much as I wish I could collapse and sleep for at least three days, I can’t afford such a luxury. I still have a pack meeting to attend at 10am. After that, Andrei and Sage are planning to come over in the afternoon.
“You can go climb in bed with Kat, I will stay up and wait for them to wake,” Mateo offers, but I shake my head.
I turn and place my feet on the couch. Then, I grab his arm and tug him over to me, pulling Mateo close until he settles between my legs, and lays with his cheek on my chest. His stubble is scratchy, but familiar and comforting. Finally, I can breathe and relax.
I can’t even remember the last time I spent much time with either Kat or Mateo. Our life is nothing of how it used to be. Now, it’s an endless cycle of chaos. There never seems to be enough time for us to be together. And if there is any, everyone is too tired. Or, there’s the third scenario, I am in and out, and we are like ships, passing each other in the night.
“No, lay with me for a bit,” I press him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and tugging him closer.
His warmth and the smell of his skin is calming. His scent is overwhelming me, but I ignore my own returning desire and the pressing need to get more of him to touch. For now, I just want him close.
“I am thinking we should alternate, I want to get out of the house,” Mateo suggests, and I peer down at him as he turns to look up at me.
I barely hold back the groan that threatens to escape me. Not this again!
“Are you sure? Last week, you said the same thing, and every hour you were coming back home to check on the twins,” I remind him of the previous, not-so-successful, attempt.
He’d been a guilt-ridden mess, running back here several different times. First because he missed the twins like crazy and felt like a bad dad for leaving them, then again when he missed Kat and leaving her alone with the kids, even though I was here. And if that wasn’t enough, he’d whined that he’d dropped all his responsibilities on me so it wasn’t fair.
I suppose he can see it on my face that I’m recalling the previous experiences. Mateo falls silent.
“I don’t mind taking over your workload. Besides, I know how much you hate leaving the house,” I remind him, and he nods.
“Yes, but it drives me nuts being stuck in the house,” he chuckles.
“Alright,” I hum. “How about, instead of jumping back into a full schedule, you just let me know when you want to work? That way we can avoid any risks of changing rosters and confusing everyone. Maybe you should ask if Kat wants to join you. She hasn’t shifted in a while, and it is making me anxious.” I lay out the most reasonable solution for our situation.
Besides, both of us know how her moods always get worse when Kat holds off from shifting. She needs it just as much as we do, a run here or there really won’t harm her.
“Maybe Andrei can convince her,” Mateo grumbles as he considers the offer. I almost let myself believe he agrees, but of course, as always, he needs to doubt and double-check everything. “But will you be alright with them on your own?” He checks, and I just nod.
“Yes, and if I happen to need any help, I can ask Marge to come over. She always offers, many times a day to be precise, and she would do anything if only Kat would let her,” I tell him.
“Sounds like a plan,” Mateo agrees, shifting closer and lifting his head to lean over me.
I grip his shirt and tug him to me. As soon as my lips press to his, Mateo’s lips instantly part as he kisses me back. I smile against his lips, placing my hand on the back of his neck, gripping it and tugging him closer while I thrust my tongue into his mouth. I hold him tightly pressed against my body, refusing to end the kiss or release my mate.
Mateo groans into the kiss, and his cock comes back to life as it presses against my leg. I reach between us, grabbing him through his flannelette pajama pants, and he groans again, way louder.
The vibration of the sound travels through my entire body and Mateo grinds his hips against me and reaches between us, his hand fisting my boxer shorts.
I fucking love both my mates, I missed this, and I missed being with them. I hate how we sometimes sneak around behind Kate’s back. It is never to hurt her, but she never shows interest anymore.
Mateo tugs the side of my boxers down, his hand grips my hip, and I know he intends to flip me over, but like all good things in life, this ends far too soon.
Eziah cries out.
Mateo sighs, pulls away, and drops his forehead on my chest. Intense frustration radiates off him. I am not the only one who’s unhappy about yet another moment we lose.
“I’ll go,” I offer, and he sits up to let me up. Before I head for the stairs, I kiss his lips.
When I return with Eziah in my arms, Mateo is passed out again on the couch. I chuckle at the view and shake my head before I focus back on our son. “Come on, little man, let’s feed that tum-tum.” Eziah is already munching on his fist. With a stupidly happy grin, I head to the kitchen to make a bottle from the breast milk Kat has stored in the fridge.