Impress Me Not: Neon Underground

Chapter 31

He didn't know how long he was in that position and he didn't really care. His body was sore, his jaw having the most pain, but he didn't want it to ever end.

Of course, Mateo had done this before. It wasn't below him. It had actually lead to some great nights. But with all of the previous lovers he had, none of them were like the man that kept his head in place, forcing him to obey to his every whim.

Melvin had a strong hand. It weaved into Mateo's hair easily, massaging his scalp as a reward for his work. The thrill it gave him just to see the man lean his head back in his office chair. His hooded eyes were barely open. When they were, they were looking at him. His only focus was on Mateo. There was a thrill to it that he never knew.

Mateo thought that the man was going to start trying to convince him to make amends. He thought that he would try and make him talk to Lucas or something just to make the man's cousin happy. He didn't like that Anton wasn't happy, but he also didn't want to talk to Lucas. He was still pissed at him.

Instead, he was met with what looked like jealousy in those eyes. He had grabbed his neck, taking the oxygen straight out of him.

He wondered if he really didn't care about the situation. Mateo wished he could ask him now, just to see if he could learn a little bit more of the man. All he knew was that the man was now jealous of him talking about anyone else. He still wasn't sure whether it was just for these nights or in general. Part of him didn't care.

Why did it feel nice for someone to be so jealous? The possessive nature of this man was addicting. Mateo had never been wanted so much. There were plenty of people who hit on him, and he could always find someone to fill his bed if he wanted. But no one had ever wanted him and only him.

He could be overthinking, though. After all, they were just two strangers. They barely knew each other. Mateo knew very little of Melvin, at least. Most of it was the part of the man that he showed to the public. Mateo could still see him in that quaint backyard, shirtless, grumpy and hungover. He wished he could learn more about that version of the man.

A groan snapped him out of his thoughts, that hand pushing Mateo's mouth deeper. He had been forcing him to stay there for three orgasms. The man would get limp for a few minutes, then start to get hard again, and Mateo would start all over. He didn't know how he could go for that long, but it was the most erotic thing he had been a part of.

He kept thinking that every time they had a session like this. The man had always found ways to top it. It surprised him. But right then, Mateo was on a high from that noise. Melvin didn't make many noises when they were in these sessions. This was the most he sounded like he was enjoying himself. Every swirl of Mateo's tongue would be rewarded with the hand on the back of his head squeezing and massaging. It was a strange reward, but he knew that it meant the man the hand was attached to was enjoying it.

It was different that night. Usually, Mateo was tied up and getting whipped or something like that. The wax wasn't fun at first, but he enjoyed the feeling that came afterwards. It was all to just turn him on and tease him. Now, though, he was pleasing Melvin. He honestly didn't think that Melvin would ever let him close enough to do this. It had been a fantasy for a while, ever since that day that he saw him shirtless, if he was being honest with himself.

Now this was a different kind of torture. Mateo enjoyed helping him finish. It was the only time he really saw him in a vulnerable spot, yet he wasn't vulnerable. He was still in complete control, Mateo just along for the ride.

And what a lovely ride it was.

"That pretty little mouth of yours is much more useful here than anywhere else," Melvin said, his other hand caressing his neck and shoulders. "If it were up to me, I'd keep you under there for the rest of your life."

At that point, Mateo wouldn't mind. The sensation of only belonging to this man for the rest of his life was starting to feel like more than a fleeting fantasy he had when he was sleeping alone in bed. He would have never wanted to belong to anyone if it weren't for this crazy man that tied up his entire soul.

These nights were so personal and passionate that it really felt like his soul was being tied up. Every time he left, it felt like his soul was still there, caught up in the room that he was in last. At this point, he was going to have a memory for every one of those private rooms.

But this room was going to have the best memory. Nothing could top this. There was no way this gorgeously possessive man could top this. Mateo would sell his soul to him if he asked.

His hips tensed ever so slightly, warning Mateo that he was almost done. He sped up his actions, enjoying anything that body would give him. Mateo mainly teased the tip with his tongue, considering the rest was so big that he didn't have much room to move his tongue. He wasn't expecting it to be average, but it still shocked him to find out just what this man was packing in those black pants.

It didn't take long before the warm liquid filled his mouth again. Mateo had no control of where his head was. Those hands guided him away, finally letting him close his mouth. It almost felt strange to not have anything in it. He wondered if he was going to want him again, or if he was done. He hoped that this wasn't the end of their night. He wasn't ready to think about everything else again.

He only wanted to think about him.

"Swallow," Melvin commanded, forcing his face up so that he could look at him. His dark blue eyes were filled with lust, boring into Mateo's.

Mateo already knew to do that. That was what Melvin had demanded all the times before. But he loved seeing those eyes. He loved making him feel this way. Mateo never enjoyed pleasing another as much as he did this man. He was the sexiest man that he had ever been with.

"Good boy," Melvin said right when he swallowed it all. "I guess I should reward you for all your hard work, shouldn't I?"

Did that mean that they were almost done? He always said things like that when they were almost done. Mateo didn't want it to. He would rather starve to death than leave here.

"Can we still stay here?" He asked, trying to not seem desperate. He was. He felt more needy than he ever had before. But he'd rather not show that.

And yet, there was no hiding anything from this man. One look in his eyes, and he could see the amusement in them. A small smile formed on his face.

"You like my office that much?"

"I don't want to think about anything else," he answered. It felt too personal to say out loud, but they had already talked about that anyway. He loved that this man forced him away from his other thoughts. It really seemed like they were in their own world whenever he was spending a night with him.

"Thoughts can be torture all on their own," Melvin sighed. His hands rubbed Mateo's face softly this time. His body had relaxed a lot since the beginning of the night. Mateo's was still tense from the ropes around him, but he wasn't bothered by that at all.

"Do yours torture you?" He asked. Could he actually get something out of him this time? He really wished to know more about this man. It was a sinful fascination that he was quickly losing the battle to stop caring about.

"No," Melvin answered, closing his eyes. "They haunt me. Trust me, that's a big difference."

"What's the difference then?"

"The thoughts that torture you are temporary," Melvin answered. "They come to bother you for a month, maybe a year at most, until you heal from them." Those eyes opened, looking out to somewhere else. They didn't meet Mateo's like he wanted them to. "The thoughts that haunt you are ones that you try to heal from, but you never can."

That hit him more than he thought it would. What the hell did this guy go through? It made sense, considering just how well he fills the role of a punisher, or whatever you call them. But it...

It hurt Mateo to know that Melvin was getting hurt by something...

He didn't know why.