I, in turn, had a little more success with his pants. Somehow, even with shaky fingers, I managed to get the jeans open. I expected to find a layer of fabric separating my hand from his cock, but my fingers immediately met with hot, hard skin.
“You need to always go commando, ’kay?” I ground out between hungry kisses as my fingers closed around his thick shaft.
Matias’s response could barely be classified as a verbal one, but it was sexy all the same. He began pumping his hips so he was basically fucking my hand.
“No more fucking buttons,” he snapped between kisses as he pushed my shirt off my shoulders. He shoved the fabric to my elbows but didn’t force it any farther since that would have meant me needing to remove my hand from his dick.
A fact I was extremely grateful for.
I began stroking my hand up and down Matias’s cock as he moved against me. His fingers were trying to work my pants open but with me sitting, it was a difficult task. Matias growled in frustration, then dragged me off the table. Although there was no doubt in my mind that Matias was in charge of what was happening between us—and I was fully okay with that—I had no clue what possessed me to do what I did next.
Instead of remaining standing so Matias could presumably get my pants open, I slid to my knees and before he could stop me, I took his cock into my mouth. Matias let out a string of curse words as I swallowed him down. His fingers slid into my hair, gripping it hard, but he didn’t pull me away like I was expecting. Instead, he held me in place as he pulled his hips back, then slid forward. I moaned as his length caused me to gag. Tears stung the corners of my eyes, but I dared not let him see them for fear he’d stop what was happening.
To my surprise, Matias gripped my chin with one hand and lifted my eyes even as he continued to shuttle his flesh in and out of my mouth. “Do you like that?” he demanded to know as his eyes held mine.
The shame I expected to feel wasn’t there. While Mac had been the first and only man I’d ever had full-on sex with, I’d given head to more guys in my younger days than I cared to admit. Although I’d enjoyed the act, I’d hated when the men I’d been with had turned it into something ugly. Several had called me degrading names during the act, leaving me feeling humiliated and ashamed. It had taken a long time to not feel that same level of shame with Mac, so I couldn’t fathom why it wasn’t there with Matias even a little bit. I managed to answer his question with a nod.
Matias’s gaze was intense as he watched me take his entire length down my throat. I could no longer hold the tears back as my gag reflex kicked in, but I still fought to accept every inch of him. Matias held there for the briefest of moments, giving me all of him, before slowly pulling back. He stroked the tears on my cheek as he gave me a second to catch my breath, then he was pushing his pulsing cock into my mouth once more.
“Beautiful,” he whispered as he continued to use my mouth in the best way possible. The reflexive tears caused by the gagging turned into something else entirely as Matias thrust in and out of me over and over again, praising me all the while.
While Matias’s glides into my mouth were slow and smooth at first, it didn’t take long before he was increasing the pace. His fingers tightened in my hair as he threw his head back and began grunting. He was hot and heavy in my mouth and I did everything I could to make him come.
But before I could protest, Matias pulled his slick cock out of my mouth and yanked me upright. He kissed me hard before spinning me around and pushing me face-first down on the worktable. The rough treatment only heightened my need. As Matias yanked at my pants, I shoved my ass backwards in the hopes of feeling his hardness against me.
Matias growled as he shoved my jeans and underwear down. Then his big hands closed over my hips and he thrust his dick along the curve of my backside. His heavy weight pressed down on my back as he said, “Is this what you want, baby?”
The head of his dick slid between my crease and glided over my hole.
“Yes, please, yes! Matias!”
Matias’s fingers slid into my hair so he could turn my head and capture my mouth with his. “Who do you belong to?” he practically snarled as he began pumping his dick up and down the length of my crease. I desperately wanted to reach for my own cock to give it some relief, but Matias had me pinned in a way that I couldn’t even manage to get a hand between my body and the table. I was completely and totally reliant on him to get me off.