Impress Me Not: Neon Underground

Chapter 90

Mateo still had a lot to learn about Melvin. He could tell that he was being cautious the whole time. While it was nice to feel relaxed under his menstruations, Melvin wasn't the type of person who wanted soft and slow.

Men got hard for a reason.

"I told you," He met those green eyes again. "Don't hold back."

It had been a long time since he had been the one submitting to anyone. Submissives tended to gravitate to him more than Doms did. And most Doms wound up coming to him seeking employment rather than anything sexual.

Even if the two sometimes came hand in hand.

But Melvin had been in this world a long time. He knew just what to do when he was on the receiving end. It had also been a long time since he had anyone touch his neck. That was why he had spoke to Mateo so seriously about it. While before he wasn't looking to latch onto anyone, now was different. And this man had already fought for his love. Melvin wasn't just going to say no to a wish of his.

When Melvin submitted, though, he expected the same kind of abuse that he put on his lovers, if not more so. He wanted to be fucked, and hard. He wanted to be choked until he was so close to passing out. Those moments were few and far between, but he knew that this man could bring him that high if he tried hard enough.

He was already hard enough inside him.

Mateo's green eyes looked shocked at first, by his answer. He had been so worried that he messed up in some way shape or form. Melvin could see the fear that flashed in them when he first grabbed his hand that was wrapped around his neck and told him to wait. Things happened fast in that bed, and Melvin was enjoying every bit of it. Yet, when they both looked at each other, and their eyes met, time stopped for a moment. Watching those burning emerald eyes go from scared and worried to more lustful than ever was going to be etched in Melvin's head for a long time to come.

"Then turn around," Mateo answered, accepting his request. "If you're so sure I won't hurt you by doing it."

"I'd love it more if it hurt," he gave him a sly smile, before complying. Mateo had moved away for him just long enough for him to turn onto his stomach. He moved the pillow away so that it wouldn't cause a hinderance for what they were about to do.

"You must love playing with fire then," Mateo said, immediately grabbing his neck again. "I might not work out every day Mel, but I could easily be stronger than you."

That sounded like a challenge. One that Melvin would have to take him up on afterwards. Before he could even think to reply, his throat was almost completely closed up as the man choked him harder than he had before.

He entered him again, thrusting deep. The only breath that was allowed to come out was a moan as the part of Melvin that he had closed off to everyone else was abused in the best way possible.

It felt good to be like this again. Especially when it was under the burning lava that Mateo submerged him in. There was a level of trust in this man that Melvin had given to no other. And it was that exact reason why this felt so much better than any other time.

Mateo kept the power, but changed the speed, making sure that this lasted for as long as possible. Melvin couldn't help but enjoy every minute of it. Every time he thrusted inside him, he lost his sight. That, along with the oxygen that was barely able to get into his body, was making him closer and closer to finishing this intense game.

He didn't want it to end. This was the first time that he had felt so high off from lust alone. Melvin's vision went blurry as he felt every thrust as it hit the perfect spot. Mateo's hand gave him a little break to take a deep breath, only to go back to depleting his lungs of all oxygen. It felt like he was in heaven. His breath leaving his body as soon as Mateo entered it. It was a rhythm that he hadn't heard in a long time.

There was only so much he could handle, being in that volcano. Melvin knew it wouldn't be long until that lust erupted. That was the best way to describe the man that so desperately craved all of Melvin. He wanted every single ounce of him, and Melvin was starting to give into him little by little. There was no way that he couldn't with just how great Mateo felt, inside and out.

Melvin tried to hold off, but he knew what was coming. Mateo's hips were moving faster, his breathing harder. He was squeezing Melvin's neck more, which was the tipping point for him. All it took was a few final thrusts from Mateo and he was finishing as well. It was a beautiful masterpiece that the sheets had turned into.

He collapsed into the bed, his muscles finally relaxing. Melvin didn't realize just how much he needed to release himself until then. The energy had just been pent up for too long, and this was the tipping point. Melvin couldn't have asked for a better finale.

"You feeling better?" Mateo's voice sounded like hot caramel, ready to pour onto his back and burn him with how sweet it was. He kissed Melvin's neck, right where he once had his hand to choke him.

Melvin just hummed, letting those arms wrap around him again. Even though he knew they were both exhausted, the man still couldn't keep his hands away from him. It was feeding into a part of Melvin that had been kept locked up for a long, long time.

"You still have a lot to learn," Melvin smiled as the man moved to his side, taking him with him. Those arms trapped Melvin so easily. He rested his head on his shoulder just to show him how much he appreciated the attention.

"I don't think I did that bad," Mateo answered, mumbling into his ear. He was absolutely addicted to Melvin's neck. When he wasn't kissing it, his hands were caressing it. Melvin's skin was hot where the man had squeezed it before. His light touches were only making them more sensitive.

"Well, you need to learn to make knots for one," Melvin told him. "It's a lot hotter if my hands are actually restrained."

"Does that mean you think it's hotter to tie my hands up?"

"No," he answered. "You're the hottest when you're tied up under my desk."

"Mmm," Mateo pulled him closer, placing little kisses all over his shoulders and collar bones. "When do you have to go back again?"

"If I go back there to do work," he told him. "Then I'm not going to have you tied up under there. You're too distracting."

"You wouldn't want someone coming in while I was sucking your dick?" Mateo's hot breath was in his ear again, clouding up his mind with sweet words that electrified his body. "It might be fun, if they don't know."

"Maybe," Melvin chuckled, reaching up to tangle his fingers in the man's hair. "But we'll have to save that for another time."

"We could always make it soon," Mateo offered. "It's not like I have anything better to do."

"Oh, no," he told him, massaging Mateo's head. "You most definitely do have something better to do. And it's going to be for as long as I can push that lovely body of yours."

"Mel," Mateo smirked. His green eyes still glittered with lust in them. "Don't you think you should still be taking it easy?"

"Absolutely not," he said. Instead of letting Mateo's hands wonder on him again, Melvin moved them above the man's head, trapping them there as he went on top of him. "You didn't expect me to be satisfied with just that, did you?"

Melvin loved being submissive for him for the first time, but there was something that Mateo was going to learn that night. Melvin didn't just want the foreplay to last a long time, to tease himself and make the orgasm greater. He wasn't the kind of man who just finished once.

He was a beast. And once that beast had a taste, all it wanted was more.

Melvin kissed those gorgeous lips, using force as he pinned Mateo to the bed. Love was always better when it was sweaty.

"It's my turn, Pet," Melvin whispered to him, looking deep into those green eyes. He could tell that he wasn't completely done either. "And you still have a lot to be punished for."