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)
Obviously sensing Matt’s warring emotions, Oliver said, “No. Fuck that, Matt. Don’t run because you see something you don’t want to see. I don’t deserve that and neither do you. I’m a big boy. I know what I’m doing.”
Oh God. What if he fucked up? What if he hurt Oliver? What if he lost him?
“Ride me, babe. Show me how you can work that ass. I want it. Christ, I fucking want it so much.”
He wanted it too. He always had, in his own way. He’d always wanted to be a part of Oliver like this. Always wanted to know Oliver this way, even if he knew he wasn’t what Oliver really needed. Oliver had to know that as well.
But this? This Matt could give him.
He leaned forward, taking Oliver’s mouth as the fat cock inside him slid almost all the way out before Matt sat on him again. He kept that going, riding Oliver the way Oliver told him to. Each time their bodies met, Oliver hit his prostate just right.
A guttural growl ripped from Oliver’s throat and Matt was proud to be the one to pull those sounds out of him, to drive him so wild.
The faster he went, the more Oliver’s nails dug into him, the faster he breathed and the thicker he felt stretching out Matt’s hole.
He looked down just as a thin rope of pre-come leaked from his cock and pooled on Oliver’s belly. The other man wiped it with his finger, licked it, then spit in his hand and started to stroke Matt as he rode him.
“Oh, fuck…fuck.” Matt dropped his head back, closed his eyes as he bounced on Oliver’s cock, his skillful hand on his dick just the addition he needed.
“Jesus, I’m going to come. I’m going to fucking come, Ollie.”
“That’s the point,” he said, amusement and lust in his voice.
The greedy pulls on his erection got faster. The build-up in Matt’s body higher and higher until he couldn’t keep it contained anymore. He leaned back farther, grabbed Oliver’s legs as he fucked himself on Oliver’s dick.
His balls let loose, some of the tension in Matt’s body seeping out as he shot his load all over Oliver’s hand.
“Look at me, Matt,” Oliver said softly as another pulse of come ran down Oliver’s hand.
Matt looked down at him, looked him in the eyes before Oliver pulled him closer. Before he took Matt’s mouth and pistoned in and out of him. He held Matt in place, mouths fused together, ass in the perfect spot for Oliver to fuck, his hips jackhammering as he thrust into Matt’s ass in rapid speed. He kept going, kept thrusting until Oliver went rigid. Until he roughly called out Matt’s name as he came.
Oliver sat up, wrapped his arms around Matt, sticky come between them…and he let Oliver hold him. Savored the feel of their skin sticking together. Of Oliver’s hand on his ass and his arm around Matt’s back. Matt held onto Oliver too, needing the contact. He dropped his head back and looked up because this felt right in a way that scared the shit out of him.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Matt still straddled him and Oliver let his fingers trail up and down Matt’s back. They dipped in each of the ridges of his spine and ran across the sharp edges at the points. He didn’t like how skinny Matt was. He’d always been a slender man but he used to have more meat on his bones than he did now.
There was a quiet worry in the back of his head, one he was afraid to voice out loud that wondered if this was a problem for Matt. If eating was a problem for him. During the time he’d been here, he’d picked a lot, pushed food around his plate, but then he’d indulge in mammoth bowls of cereal with him so maybe he was overreacting.
“I’ll be right back. I need to get rid of the condom.” Matt leaned his head down and Oliver kissed his forehead. Then he turned slightly, set Matt on the bed and got out from under him. He pulled the condom off as he went, tying it while he walked to the bathroom and threw it into the trash. He turned the faucet on, rinsed his hands and tossed some water on his face. He grabbed a towel from the rack and dried himself because he felt like he needed to do something, to move and keep busy.
As he walked back to his room, he noticed Matt’s eyes intensely on him.
“You’re really beautiful, Ollie. Do you know that?” he said. Oliver rolled his eyes as he climbed back into the bed. He paused for a second before he wrapped and arm around Matt and pulled him close so his head rested on Oliver’s chest.
“Thanks, but you’re the beautiful one. Not me. Everyone knows it.”