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 felt Matt clench and he damn near blew his load. “It’s fucking incredible.”
Oliver pulled almost all the way out and then thrust forward again. He took Matt with long, hard strokes. Their bodies slapped against each other. Sweat slicked their skin. He felt Matt’s hipbone each time he slammed into him. He wanted to put a little weight on him. Not that Matt wasn’t fucking gorgeous the way he was, but he felt the need to fatten him up.
Matt moved against him. Reached around and grabbed Oliver’s ass as they fucked. His breathed hard in Oliver’s ear as Oliver moved faster, deeper, harder.
“Oh, fuck. Right there. Christ, you’re hitting my prostate just right.”
Oliver pistoned into him, locked their lips together. Felt his balls draw up tight. Their lips parted and as soon as they did he heard a soft, “Oliver…Oliver…Oliver…” from Matt’s lips, as his asshole squeezed tighter, spasmed, while a ribbon of come shot from Matt’s dick, between their bodies. It mixed with the sweat, made them stick together each time Oliver thrust against him.
That was all it took for him to let loose, for his orgasm to shoot through him as Oliver’s body went rigid.…But he still kept going, kept fucking as he shot, filling the condom.
And then he collapsed on top of Matt, his body bigger than his. Matt breathed hard in his ear. His hands ran up and down Oliver’s back before they stilled, and all Oliver wondered was if Matt regretted it. If he lay here under Oliver and wished he’d never come into the room.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
“I’ll be right back,” Oliver said as he pulled out of him, turned and walked to the bathroom. Matt watched him go, watched as he took off the condom and tossed it into the trash before looking at himself in the mirror.
What was he thinking? Matt wondered. Hell, he could ask that of himself. Why in the world had he come upstairs and told Oliver he needed him? Why had he felt like he had? He couldn’t even blame it on the alcohol as it had long left his system.
“Do you need a towel or anything?” Oliver asked.
Matt’s voice cracked when he said, “No.” He sat up, grabbed the towel from the floor and wiped the come off his stomach.
Christ, he’d just fucked Oliver. His best friend. The man who looked at him like he walked around kicking puppies when he’d discovered Matt had an open relationship with Parker. The man who wasn’t into sex for the sake of sex or hooking up.
Fear suddenly clawed at him, ripped through his insides like a wild animal viciously attacking him. What if he’d screwed up? What the hell would he do if he’d fucked up his friendship with Oliver because he’d been feeling lost? Because he’d been feeling alone? Because he read a book that tore up his insides and then played the piano which shredded them more?
“We’re okay, aren’t we?”
Oliver headed back his way. He stood naked in front of Matt. His dick was soft now, hanging between his legs. Matt eyed his hairy thighs, the definition in his abdominal muscles and the softness in his face. He really was a gorgeous man, outside as well as inside.
“Why wouldn’t we be okay? It was sex, Matt. I’m a big boy. Don’t treat me with kid gloves because you don’t think I can handle fucking my best friend and then moving on. We were horny. We had sex. Nothing changed. You wouldn’t have asked that question if I were Chance or Miles.”
“Maybe because the answer wouldn’t have held the same weight.” It likely made him a dickhead that he felt that way. It wasn’t as if the men weren’t important to him—they were. But they also weren’t Oliver. Oliver would always be more important. No matter what he’d done in the past or the distance Matt kept between them, Oliver would always be one of the most important people in his world.
Oliver sucked in a deep breath and moved closer until he was standing between Matt’s legs. He knew something heavy would come out of Oliver’s mouth and Matt really didn’t want to deal with heavy at the moment so he said, “And you’re right, you are a big boy. If you don’t put your cock away, I’m going to be distracted.”
Oliver put his hand under Matt’s chin and tilted his head up so Matt looked at him. “Hmm. That’s a nice change. Maybe I’ll let myself enjoy it.” And then he brushed his thumb across Matt’s cheek, making a tremor vibrate through him before Oliver dropped his hand.
“Look at you, being all sexy and shit,” Matt told him.
Oliver sat beside him. “I try.” He took a deep breath and continued, “It was fun as hell. Now I can say the size of your ass is definitely perfect the way it is.”