CHAPTER 4

Jamie

M ateo directed me as we wove through the back streets of Esperance until we arrived in front of a sweet little beach cottage, clad in white weatherboard. A verandah wrapped around the front of the house and the front porch light showed off an inviting door painted baby pink. It sure was a sweet little thing.

We were back in my car, my sweet black Peugeot after having dropped the ambulance back off at the base a few minutes ago. I could tell Mateo was about to say goodbye before he whisked off behind that pink door but I hadn't been brought up that way. I opened my door and moved quickly enough that I was able to open his door before he knew what I was doing.

"Ah, thanks," he muttered, clearly not used to being treated right.

"I'll walk you to your door," I offered, gesturing for him to lead the way. He looked uncertain but moved towards the front door, stopping and turning back to me as we made it to the verandah steps.

"Thank you for the ride home," Mateo said, lingering just below the porch step. "And the fries. I'm pretty sure I ate all of them."

"You're very welcome," I told him.

I was about to leave him there, really I was, but then Mateo's eyes dipped to my mouth. And lingered. His pink tongue grazed his lower lip and I knew right then and there that I was done for. Maybe I was not the gentleman I proclaimed to be or maybe it was this god-like man that had me stepping into his space, my intentions clear but leaving him enough time to end this before it started.

He didn't, those eyes darkening even further than his already pitch state as he lifted them up to mine, the heat in them undeniable and surely matching the heat in mine.

"I know this is probably really unprofessional after the day you've had but I …" I started, mind completely and utterly scrambled by Mateo right before he closed the gap and kissed me, my mouth meeting those pretty cupid bow lips. There was no hesitation from either of us, his hands clasping the back of my neck as mine went for his hips, pulling him in closer as the kiss swiftly deepened.

I was completely intoxicated, not of sound mind as I lost myself in Mateo's kiss, his tongue stroking against mine as I delved into his open mouth. He moaned and that sound went straight to my dick, tightening my grip on his hips as I pulled him even closer, mind blown to lust.

This wasn't me. This wasn't me at all but Mateo had intoxicated me and I was powerless to do anything but enjoy those kisses he was giving me. The ones I'd been imagining all night long.

He shifted the kiss, mouth moving to graze my jawline, then lower still, sucking on my neck as I dropped my head back and let out a jagged breath, hands tightening my grip on his hips.

"Um, do you…" Mateo started, hesitating on his words as though he was afraid of saying them. I wasn't having any of that though. I wasn't afraid of the words.

"Yes," I returned, a little desperation in my response.

"Yes what?" he replied, apparently having forgotten he had been the one to almost say the words first.

"Yes I want to come inside with you. That's what you were going to ask, right?"

He stopped kissing me, those lips puffy and red from our kiss as he looked up at me, the answering desire in his eyes telling me this night had a ways to go.

"Yeah. That's what I was going to say," he admitted, that tongue diving out to soothe his swollen bottom lip. My dick twitched in my pants, already so hard I was aching.

He moved away from me to unlock the door and I let him go even though I wanted to crowd right back up behind him and kiss his neck. He stood aside to let me in, teeth planted into his plump lower lip and I knew this night was going to be an unforgettable one.

I waited until he had closed the door behind him before I took him in my arms, pushing him up against the door which I was pleased to note was also baby pink on this side of the divide as I kissed his neck the way I'd wanted to do outside.

"My housemate …" Mateo rasped and I got what he saying. We needed to be quiet and that likely meant not making out against the front door. I nodded and Mateo reached out for my hand, threading his fingers through mine as he pulled me through the dark house in the direction of the hallway. He held one finger against his lips as we padded down the hall until we reached the door at the end.

I was so riled up for this beautiful man that it took barely a second before my mouth was back on his as our kiss took off again. My hands wanted all of him and I trailed them down his firm back to cup those incredible ass cheeks, pulling him taut against me and feeling his hardness press back against mine. He let out a moan and I grinned against his mouth.

I wanted to savour him and tease him and spend all night mapping out his body but I was way too pent up for that, this need for him igniting like a fury inside me. The way he was kissing me back hinted that he felt the same way. So I reached for his top, tugging it over his head before we were pressed back up against each other, his hands on my pants button.

We shed our clothes, a messy desperate process that could have run far more smoothly if we weren't both half desperate for each other. I took a brief moment to take my fill of him when he was finally naked and let me just say that the perfection did not end with his face. He was glorious, an absolute work of art. A showstopper.

His body was lean and trim but with muscles that showed he took great care of himself, abs leading down to a v where his hard dick strained towards me. He was drinking me in at the same time, eyes skating down my bigger build, snagging on the way my dick was hard for him too.

"It is crazy how sexy you are," I rasped, noting the way Mateo's eyes glowed at my praise. Hmm, maybe he liked that.

"Let me show you how I like it then," he returned, his tone so seductive I felt weak at the knees. One perfectly manicured hand extended out to grip onto my cock, his skin so smooth I let out another audible moan. I'd never been touched by a hand so smooth as his.

"Yeah? Tell me what you want, Mateo, and I will give you anything," I returned. What with the way he was stroking my dick right then I was pretty sure I would have given him the entire universe if he asked it of me.

"Hmm," he mulled, one artful, teasing eye skating down my body to where his hand gently pumped me. "How about you put this beautiful, thick cock inside me?"

"Oh hell yes," I groaned, dreams suddenly springing to life that I would get my chance at that perfect ass I had been obsessing about all evening.

We made it onto his bed, hands eagerly touching every inch of his unblemished olive skin as we kissed. I hadn't even touched his dick yet and I was already more turned on than I think I had ever been before. He was just so intoxicating.

Mateo leaned to the side to rifle through his nightstand until he came up trumps with a bottle of lube and a condom. He handed them both to me and I wasted exactly zero time before my fingers were coated and pressing inside his perfect pink hole. Holy hell he was tight, so tight and hot as I sank my fingers into him, working him open as he breathed heavily, trying to tamp down on the moans I knew he wanted to make.

I crooked my fingers, smiling as he rasped, "Dio santo" in a blissed out voice and I was pretty sure those were the best words I had ever heard. I sucked his cock into my mouth as I opened him up for me, licking him up as he swore again, his hand coming down to tangle in my hair. He looked like my own private fantasy as he writhed underneath me, like some kind of foreign art film in all its resplendent glory.

"Jamie," he panted, the sweetest of sounds, hearing my name fall from his lips. "Please."

"Seeing as you asked so sweetly," I replied as I pulled off his cock with a wet pop. I was pretty sure I could have stayed there sucking him with my fingers playing with his ass all night. But I also knew we still had to get to the main course and I could hardly contain my excitement as I sheathed myself up and coated myself in lube.

Mateo made to turn onto his stomach and I halted his movements, not wanting him to go anywhere.

"No you don't," I said, returning him to his back where I could feast my eyes on him. "A face like yours needs to be seen."

A flicker of confusion passed across Mateo's face at my words and I briefly wondered what I had said wrong. But it was gone just as fast and he spread his legs for me to let me know we were still on track.

I scooted between his thighs, feasting my eyes on the sight before me and wondering if this was some kind of reward from the universe for all my good deeds. He was just pure decadence, seduction personified with just that gold chain around his neck and his body primed and open for me to take.

I picked up one of his legs, hooking my elbow under his knee, pressed my cock to his hole and pushed. Mateo gasped as he opened for me, offering hardly any resistance as I pushed my way inside, both of us letting out inescapable moans when I was fully inside.

I glanced down to look at where we were joined, almost losing my mind at how glorious we looked entwined like this, my cock lost inside his body.

And then we moved and it was honestly as glorious as everything else that had happened tonight, his body in tune with me, a rhythm and a synchronisation between us that only heightened everything I was feeling. Mateo tipped his head back on his pillow, his face awash with bliss as I moved inside him.

I found his spot again and he swore that same beautiful Italian curse, his back arching off the bed. I think that was when I lost it, lost the little control I still had as this picture perfect work of art writhed and moaned underneath me. It descended into a wild storm of hard thrusts and heady groans, him wanting more of me and me wanting to give it to him.

Just when I had him at his most desperate, my hand snaked between us to grip onto his leaking dick, pumping him in time with my heavy thrusts until we were both mindless with need.

"Keep doing that," Mateo moaned, eyes closed as I pushed us up the bed until we were almost at the headboard.

"That's it, Mateo," I rasped. "Look at you, so beautiful for me like this, spread out beneath me."

He liked those words, his face flushing with my praise as his back arched one final time and he spilled all over my fist. I pumped him through his orgasm, the sounds he was making tipping me over the edge until I was spilling inside him, so deep I wondered if I would be trapped there inside the most perfect ass I'd ever been inside.

I flopped on top of him, both of us sticky and sweaty and breathing hard. I wanted to stay inside him forever but I knew that was weird and creepy since we had met barely hours ago. I reluctantly pulled out of him, missing his warmth around my softening cock the moment it was free.

I reached for the box of tissues on his nightstand and carefully cleaned us both up as my muscles gave out to tiredness. The time had already ticked past three AM and it had been a huge day for both of us, an emotional one for him too as he closed his eyes, sleep claiming him almost instantly.

I wasn't far behind.