I pushed at him as best I could, but he didn't release me entirely. The fact that I was stark naked and dripping wet didn't seem to faze him in the least. He ripped a towel off one of the hooks near the shower and thrust it at me. "Dry yourself off," he demanded.
His words had me forgetting all about my state of undress… as well as my despair. I launched the towel at him and said, "Fuck you, Matias."
Matias’s already hard jaw turned to granite as the towel fell harmlessly to his feet. He stepped forward and kept coming until he had me crowded against the wall. I probably should've been afraid, but my body had decided to go in a whole different direction.
And not a good one.
Matias slapped his hands on each side of my head as he leaned in until his mouth was practically brushing mine. "I'm good with that," he muttered and then his mouth was on mine.
I wanted to resist him. I really did. But the second his lips met mine, all I could think about was the fact that I'd come so close to losing this… him. In the two weeks that I'd spent imagining him gone from my life forever, I'd wished for just one more moment like this. One more moment where I could taste him again, hold him again.
I whimpered when Matias’s fingers closed around my hardening dick. He gave me a few long, drawn-out tugs and then he was tearing his mouth from mine. I told myself to push him away, to tell him to get his hands off of me, but I could do nothing but stand there as his strong fingers toyed with me. His free hand came down to stroke over my cheek. His eyes never left mine.
"Do you want that, Sam? Do you want to be the first guy to fuck me?" Before I could answer him, he dipped his head and nipped at my lips. "Because I haven't been able to stop thinking about it," he murmured. His mouth once again sealed over mine. His kiss was desperate and deep and I felt it everywhere. This time when he released my mouth, he trailed kisses down my throat and along my chest. Then, to my disbelief, he was on his knees in front of me. His nose nuzzled my groin and he did that inhaling thing that made me crazy.
I knew I needed to stop it. But all the fear and anxiety and uncertainty that were pent up inside of me needed to come out and at the moment, I was more than happy to take that out on him in a different way.
"Open your mouth," I demanded. I knew I was pushing my luck because a guy like Matias didn't take orders. Not from me, not from anyone. Not even under the best of circumstances. But to my surprise, Matias lifted his eyes and held my gaze before slowly opening his mouth as wide as he could. He held there like that even when I didn't move right away.
I reached up to run my fingers over his firm lips. Matias closed his eyes as if he were in pain, but it only lasted a second or two and then he was opening them again. I was mesmerized by his submissiveness. Never in a million years would I have guessed he was even capable of such a thing. But the proof was before me. I pressed my thumb between his lips. He immediately closed them around the digit and began gently sucking on it. His lips were soft on my skin, but his level of suction was intense, robbing my brain of all rational thought. It was like I was moving in slow motion when I pulled my finger from his mouth and then clasped the back of his head with my hand. I drew him forward until his mouth was just centimeters from the crown of my cock.
I didn't need to order him to take me down his throat. He did that all on his own and on the first pass. I let out a ragged curse as I dropped my head back against the wall and lost myself in the sensation of his firm lips wrapped around my most sensitive flesh. "Oh God," I whispered when he began sliding his mouth up and down my shaft. I still had my fingers in his hair, so I gripped him hard to make sure that he wasn't going to try to escape me.
He didn't.
What he did do was put his big hands on my backside so he had something to hold on to as my hips took over and began controlling the glides in and out of his mouth. He gagged a few times when I hit the back of his throat, but he didn't try to spit me out or pull away. The more I drove into his mouth, the more I thought about what it would be like to thrust like that into his ass. I'd never actually been with a guy like that before. Hell, I'd barely been with anyone like this before. Mac had given me one or two blow jobs early on in our relationship, but it hadn't been something he’d wanted to do a lot of and so we'd just naturally fallen into the roles of him always topping and me always bottoming. I'd been happy with the arrangement, but the more I thought about driving into Matias's gorgeous body as he moaned and writhed beneath me, the more I suddenly wanted it. And to be his first? To be the first man who'd ever had him that way?
I suddenly understood where Matias’s possessiveness came from. Now that the idea of being the first to have him in such a way was planted in my head, the idea of someone coming and taking it away had me just wanting to hold on to it even tighter. If I hadn't been so close to coming, I probably would've shoved him on all fours and thrust inside of him then and there. I was that desperate.
"Matias," I cried out softly as my balls grew tighter and tighter. Matias’s mouth slurped along my length as he took me all the way in. I looked down, nearly coming on the spot when I took in the sight of his lips wrapped around my base and his nose pressed up against my groin. I could feel my balls pressing against his chin. My dick was wet with his saliva when he pulled back. He released his hold on my backside, but only so he could play with my balls with one hand and press a finger from his other against my hole. The dual massage was too much to bear. I cried out his name as I gripped his head with both of my hands and began shooting down his throat. I managed to keep my eyes open long enough to see semen dripping out of Matias’s mouth, but then it was all just too much and I was forced to close my eyes as the orgasm rolled over me in waves and waves. When it was finally over, I sagged against the wall. Matias used his tongue to clean me off, then he was climbing to his feet and his mouth was sealing over mine.
I lost myself in the kiss, but then cold reality began to settle over me. I dragged my mouth from Matias’s and turned my head so he couldn't continue the kiss. I didn't need to see him to feel his disappointment. I told myself I didn't care.
"Dry yourself off and meet me in your room. We need to talk," he said, his voice dripping with anger as he stalked away.
"Matias," I called.
He turned to look at me over his shoulder.
"We'll talk when I'm ready."
Other than a tick in his jaw, Matias didn't react. I was reminded of the first days of our relationship. I'd gotten better at reading him since then, but it wouldn't have taken a rocket scientist to know he was pissed.
I expected him to just walk out, but he caught me off guard when he slowly reached his hand up and wiped at something at the corner of his mouth. I held my breath when I realized what it was. His eyes stayed on mine as he sucked his finger into his mouth, licking off the tiny drop of semen he'd missed earlier. My body tried to react to the seductive move, but Matias had wrung me dry.
Literally.
Just like that, he turned and left the room, quietly closing the bathroom door behind him.
I had no clue if the man would be there or not when I got out of the bathroom. In my mind, I was the injured party and so what I said should automatically go, but at the same time, there was another part of me that needed him to be there. I had no clue why. I had to believe I was going crazy. Maybe I was. But I was also sick with fear and confused as hell.