Make me feel like only you can. Let me get lost while you care for me.I swallow those words.
He pushes me against the wall, and our mouths crash against each other. It’s an urgent, hard kiss. A fucking wrestling match between tongues. If I didn’t need him so badly, I’d spend hours tasting his lips, making love to his mouth. Savoring his taste.
“Undress for me,” Matt says between breaths while he begins to unbutton his shirt.
I step out of my pants, grip the bottom of my shirt, pull it up, and drop it next to my slacks. Matt mirrors my movements. The moon lights the room enough that I can see his firm, defined body. The perfectly delineated muscles of his stomach form a V-shape that ends right at his crotch. Fuck, his cock—hard, long, thick—is ready to pump inside me. The tip is swollen, and I bet leaking pre-cum.
“Bed, now,” Matt says with a gasp.
“Fuck,” I say, sitting on the edge as I reach for his waist and pull him down with me. Matt’s strong hands wrap around my neck, his thumb tracing my jawline. As his chest meets mine, his hard length touches mine. Hard cock against hard cock thrusting against each other. His body stops moving, and his hand reaches for my dick. He runs his hand up and down, squeezing it. I stroke my hand along the well-defined muscles of his back, savoring him, enjoying his tongue. “Stop toying with me, I need you inside. I need more.”
Matt’s body shifts, twisting to the side of the bed. The sound of him ripping the foil makes my cock twitch with anticipation. He comes back, biting the side of my neck, sucking it. “You taste delicious, salty.” The husky voice makes my body quake.
That big mouth nibbles its way down my body, and his tongue licks my pecs, my abs, and my length.
“Ready?” With the question, Matt pushes one finger inside me while his tongue makes love to my dick.
He covers my length with his mouth, taking me deep inside while thrusting three fingers inside my hole. Hitting my prostate, he charges my every nerve with so much energy I’m about to explode.
“So fucking tasty,” Matt says with a groan, removing his fingers from my ass. He positions himself and then covers himself with lube. I can barely make sense of all the sensations overflowing my body. I feel an arm wrap around my left leg, holding it up while Matt begins pushing himself inside me, slowly.
“Tell me to stop. I don’t want to hurt you.” His soft voice slides through my ears while he slides inside me inch by inch until he’s all the way in. His bright gaze shines with the moonlight, and as our eyes meet, he speaks, “Tell me when you’re ready for me to move.”
God, he’s so thick and long, I wish he could stay inside me forever, filling every inch of me with every inch of him. “Ready,” I say as I sigh.
“Holy fuck, you feel so fucking good, baby.” He pulls out and thrusts back in.
Lowering his chest against mine, his mouth meets mine. I don’t wait for him to ask for permission. I open for him, tasting myself, feeling like I’m now part of him. Our tongues mesh in a tender, soft kiss as he plunges himself in and out. His hand grabs my cock, and it begins to glide up and down.
Electricity runs beneath my skin, my entire body consumed by his touch, his musk. My balls are ready to release another charge. Matt squeezes my dick tighter, and I can’t hold it any longer.
“Come with me, baby,” he whispers, thrusting harder, faster. My body thrashes beneath him as I lose myself. All the tension I gathered through the night disappears with the last breath.
“Did I hurt you?” he asks.
“I’m not fragile.” I try to lighten the mood because my body, my heart, and even my soul are overwhelmed by what happened between us. Instead of saying anything more, I kiss him and enjoy the last moments of having him inside me.
Our kiss lasts a few breaths, and when we’re done, Matt pulls out, rolling to the side. “You’re becoming one of my favorite activities.” He leaves the bed, then comes back and pulls me into his arms.
“Stay in my bed tonight.” My back tenses with the request. “Dude, don’t read into it. Just think of how I’ll wake you up when I’m ready to have you again.”
The room goes silent. I don’t respond, but I don’t move either. For one night, for tonight, I won’t think any further, just feel. Let Matt be here for me, reassure me that what we’ve done was right. Well, maybe not a night, but I can stay for a few hours.
“Good night, Tristan.” Matt kisses my shoulder blade, and I remain silent, enjoying his warm arms and remembering the bliss he just sent me into.
ChapterThirteen
Matthew
Seven weeks.
Best, weirdest seven weeks of my life.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m enjoying my time with Tristan. He might act like a grumpy, conceited asshole, but he’s nothing but a softy on the inside.
Are we in a relationship?
I stare at the back of his head as I come inside him. Who knows what’s happening between us, but I’m enjoying the part where I can kiss him and we can fuck whenever I want. Well, more like whenever I can convince him. He’s not much into public displays.