Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
He leaned forward, inhaled Matt’s scent—soap and musk. He fucking swore he felt something rumble inside of him, a hunger he couldn’t control. This was Matt. Matt. Oliver would get to be inside him, fuck him, feel all that heat as he took him, and afterward, maybe Matt would do the same to him.
Oliver tongued Matt’s sac with one long lick, lifting his balls and watching them fall. He did it again, and again, lapping at his sac as Matt’s hand knotted in his hair. As he pulled Oliver closer to him, nearly suffocating himself between Matt’s legs.
He liked that he was making Matt so fucking wild, so fucking needy.
This wouldn’t last long; he knew it wouldn’t last long. Already his balls wanted to release just with the promise of feeling Matt from the inside.
“I don’t think I have much foreplay in me,” Oliver said before tonguing Matt’s balls again. He hated the words. He wanted to make this last all fucking day—take Matt to the edge over and over before he finally let him teeter off it, but he already felt jacked up on too much adrenaline. Like he could bust his load just from playing with Matt’s nuts.
“I didn’t ask for foreplay,” Matt replied as Oliver licked a path from the root of his erection to the tip. He swirled his tongue around the head, taking in more of Matt’s heady scent and tasting his pre-come.
Oliver pushed to his feet before covering Matt’s body with his own. He still lay with his legs over the edge of the bed. Oliver kissed him as he thrust his prick against Matt’s. He felt so fucking good, his skin hot with desire.
Matt kissed him deeper, pumped his hips to meet Oliver’s. Their balls touched. Oliver’s damn near exploded.
“Fuck me. Get your goddamned cock inside me,” Matt gritted out.
“Oh, fuck.” Oliver stilled. His dick liked the sound of Matt’s command a little too much. Oliver pulled off him before he embarrassed himself, then leaned over to open the bedside table drawer. He pulled out a condom and lube—that was really fucking close to being empty after quite a bit of solo hand action lately.
He ripped open the condom wrapper and covered himself. He grabbed Matt’s slender hips and pulled him closer to the edge of the bed so that his ass hung off the side, really thankful that he had a high bed.
Matt stroked his pretty cock, spread his legs and that was when Oliver got the first glimpse of his hole—tight, puckered, and pink. Jesus, there was nothing he wanted more than to be inside of it, to breach him, take Matt deep until they were like puzzle pieces snapped together. Long strokes, short strokes, fast, slow. He wanted to do it all, bury himself in Matt and stay there until he couldn’t fucking take it anymore.
The knowledge hit him then, that it wouldn’t be enough. He’d been lying to himself and that made him feel really fucking weak. It was sex. He should be able to fuck without attachment. People did it all the time. He’d done it before, but this was Matt and everything was different when it came to Matty.
“Oliver?” Matt said and the mood in the room immediately changed, became heavy. “Christ, I shouldn’t have asked you to do this. I thought…I wanted…hell, I don’t know what I thought or what I wanted.”
He tried to get up but Oliver put a hand on his chest and didn’t let him. “It’s just sex,” he said, the words burning his tongue. “It was inevitable we did this once, I think.” His voice didn’t sound like his own, but he wanted those words to be true. He would fuck Matt, he wanted to fuck Matt, they’d both come and the novelty would have worn off. “I just…Jesus, that’s a sexy fucking hole, Matt. I got distracted by your ass. You can’t blame me for that.”
“See?” Matt smiled. “I told you I haven’t had any complaints about it before. I’ll drive you fucking wild. You wait and see.”
A tremble rocked through him. He had no doubt about what Matt just said.
Oliver opened the bottle of lube, squirted some in his hand, and ran it up and down his aching erection. He squirted more onto his fingers, rubbed it against Matt’s tight pucker and pushed inside. His knees nearly gave out, it was so damn hot inside him.
He leaned over him, pushed Matt’s legs back, lined his cock up to Matt’s ass and then pushed his way inside. It took him a few seconds to work his way in, to stretch Matt’s hole for his dick. When Oliver was finally buried to the hilt, they both shuddered.
“It’s all right,” Oliver forced himself to say.
“Did you just say my ass is only all right?”