“Fuck. Wait,” Matthew says, releasing my body. He pushes himself off me and rushes through the place. My lungs work double time to suck in enough air, and I can’t beg him to come back. Thankfully it doesn’t take him long to return with a tube of lube. “Ready, baby?”
I nod at him.
Matthew flips the cap, squeezes a generous amount of lube into his hand, and opens my legs at the same time that he drops his head to take my cock inside his mouth. I push deeper inside his mouth as his finger penetrates me. I want to push my ass toward it, beg him to finish what he began in the elevator, but I can’t while I’m fucking his mouth. Damn, my entire body is begging for him to throw me from the ledge.
I want to fly.
I want to fall.
I want him to shatter me and piece me back together.
“Take me,” I cry out as he pushes another finger inside me, his tongue swirling around my dick. His tongue stops the assault as his mouth sucks me and he takes me all the way down his throat. “Don’t stop, never stop.”
He continues, but his mouth slows its tantalizing pace. The lazy strokes match the penetration of his fingers. He’s tormenting me from both sides. Those cobalt eyes find mine and I notice a crinkle at their edges. Fuck, he’s enjoying this. He releases my cock and he licks it down to my balls.
He licks them first, then sucks each sac while his fingers continue fucking me, and just as I’m about to fall from the edge, his mouth captures my cock again. My balls tighten as my release shoots inside his mouth with a force I’ve never felt before.
Matthew continues sucking my cock while I try to recover my breath and slow my heart rate. When he finishes, he shifts slightly and his face is now close to mine. That lazy smile appears along with his dimple.
“Next time you feel uneasy, call me,” he says, giving me a peck on the lips.
I struggle to catch my breath. “I… Yes. Can we keep it between us?” I ask—more like beg.
His answering light smile gives me some hope. “For now, yes, I can do that. I’ll give you some time to come to terms…”
Come to terms?
Fuck, in the past fourteen years I haven’t come to terms with anything.
An old familiar panic surges through my body. Fuck I want that thick, long cock inside me, but how long can I keep this up?
ChapterTwelve
Tristan
“Thankyou for helping me tonight, Matt,” I say while closing the safe with tomorrow’s deposit.
As I turn my attention to him, his cocky gaze is fixated on me. Damn, I want him to kiss me again. Maybe fool around with him.
Fuck, what’s happening to me?
I sound like a teenager, but the thought of being with Matt…
My heart thunders against my rib cage, and my breath hitches at the mere thought. Perhaps soon I can take a huge step—with him. One I haven’t taken… since Blake.
“Come home with me, Tristan.” He steps closer, placing a soft kiss on my lips. “I want you, baby. I want to make you mine.”
He wants to… I should say no, but I want him badly. But taking his thick length…
My eyes widen as my body freezes. “It’s been a long time, Matt. I’m not sure if…” Sounding stupid, I trail my words and my gaze.
He cups my face with both hands. “You haven’t had sex lately?”
I shake my head.
“When was the last time?” He crooks an eyebrow.
“Almost a year—with a woman,” I confess.