Page 125 of Offside Angle

I add a second finger carefully, scissoring them gently while I keep rubbing against his prostate with every slow thrust. He’s already shaking.

I lean down and press a kiss to his inner thigh, smiling against his skin.

“You’re taking it so well,” I tell him in Spanish. “Look at you… falling apart just from my fingers.”

Matteo moans again, louder this time, and I can feel how close he already is.

“I’m going to add another finger now,” I tell him. “Breathe for me.”

Matteo nods quickly. I slick up my fingers again and press a third one inside him. He lets out a shaky sound as I work him open, stretching him gently. I take my time, curling and scissoring my fingers until I feel him start to relax around the intrusion.

It doesn’t take long before his hips begin to move.

At first it’s small, instinctive rolls. Then he starts fucking himself down onto my fingers — needy, desperate little movements that make my cock throb. I watch him, biting down on my lower lip as he uses my hand, his mouth falling open with every thrust.

Fuck, he’s beautiful like this.

I reach down with my free hand and finally pull the towel off my waist, letting it drop to the floor. I pour some lube into my palm and stroke myself slowly, coating my cock while I keep working him open with my other hand.

Matteo’s fingers curl tightly around the tie holding his wrists. His whole body goes tense, and I can tell he’s right on the edge.

“No,” I say firmly.

A frustrated, broken sound tears out of him. He squeezes his eyes shut even tighter, every muscle in his body locking up as he fights it.

“Fuck— you fucking— bastard—” he gasps, voice shaking. “Santi— fuck you— I hate you—”

I almost groan at the sound of him cursing me out while trying so hard not to come. Something feral and hot curls in my chest.

I slowly pull my fingers out of him, watching the way his hole flutters at the sudden emptiness. I shift forward and let my cock rest against his, hot and heavy, so he can feel exactly what’s coming. Matteo whimpers at the contact.

I lean over him, bracing one hand on the bed beside his head. My lips brush against his as I speak. “Open your eyes, mi cielo.”

His eyes flutter open and his pupils blow wide the second they meet mine — shrinking then expanding so fast it’s almost dizzying. I feel something tight and possessive twist in my chest.

This man is addictive.

“Beautiful.” I brush my thumb over his bottom lip. “Are you ready?”

Matteo nods so hard it’s almost frantic, then seems to remember he’s supposed to use words.

“…Yeah,” he breathes out. “Yes.”

I line myself up and slowly push inside him.

I keep my eyes locked on his the entire time, watching every flicker of emotion that crosses his face. I go slow, giving him time to adjust with every inch. “Breathe, cariño… That’s it. You’re doing so well,” I murmur. “Just like that. Let me in.”

Matteo’s mouth falls open as I sink deeper. His hands flex against the tie, and I can feel how tight he is around me. I pause when I’m halfway in, giving him a moment.

“You feel incredible,” I tell him. “So fucking tight. So good for me.”

I keep going until I’m fully seated inside him. I stay still for a few seconds, letting him get used to the stretch, my forehead almost brushing his as I watch his expression.

Matteo lets out a shaky breath.

“God,” he groans. “No wonder girls like this.”

A quiet chuckle escapes me. I lean in and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.