Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 93(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 93(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
“Less talking,” Oliver commanded. “More riding.”
He launched a sneak attack, flipping them over so Matthew was the one on his back.
Mathew laughed up at him. “Whatever you want, Legs.”
Oliver raised his brow in surprise. “You’re giving me the reins without argument? I was sure a kink club member would want to tie me up first.”
Matthew narrowed his gaze. “We’ll get to that later. Right now I don’t care who’s on top, as long as I get to be inside you.”
“I like that about you.” He tore open the condom and reached down to grip Matthew’s cock. “You’re built where it counts, aren’t you?”
Matthew’s laugh was a burst of shocked sound. How could he laugh when he was right on the edge? “Hop on and see for yourself.”
“One more minute, Speedy.” Oliver opened the bottle of lube and coated the condom-covered erection before he reached back and readied himself.
Matthew’s fingers dug into his hips possessively. “I should be the one doing that. You don’t know how often I’ve imagined fucking you with my fingers.”
Oliver shivered and licked his lips. “Yeah? That sounds good, but I don’t think I can wait this time. We’ll play later.”
Had he ever thought Oliver was shy? Thank God he was wrong.
Oliver lowered himself slowly onto Matthew’s cock and the world turned on its side again.
“Fuck. Fuck.” The fit was almost too tight. Perfect and hot and—“Fuck.”
“I’m trying,” Oliver joked, closing his eyes and shuddering as he rocked another inch lower. “You’re just a little more than I bargained for.”
Foreplay is your friend.
“I’m ready to bargain right now. One more inch and I’ll give you my car. A kidney.”
They both laughed. Moaned. Oliver swayed against him again, pausing so his body could adjust to Matthew’s invasion.
“Oh God, you’re killing me.”
“I think you’ll live. But if I can’t teach the old men to mambo on Monday, I’m blaming it on you,” he panted, his hands caressing Matthew’s chest and stomach restlessly.
“Go ahead.” Matthew prayed for restraint, already slick with sweat and unable to look away from Oliver’s hard, bobbing dick, or the sight of his own cock slowly disappearing inside his lover.
Oliver was his.
“As long as you promise not to stop, I’ll agree to anything. Fuck, I never thought a thing could feel too good.”
“Are you a convert yet?” Oliver asked with a gusty laugh, taking more of him.
“I’ll let you know if I survive the next few seconds. I think we’re almost… Can you take more?”
They both moaned loudly in relief with that final inch, their bodies joined completely.
A feeling of rightness and need swept over Matthew. He felt connected. He wanted to be.
Mine.
“Don’t move yet.”
He had to memorize this feeling. Remember every detail of Oliver above him, those curls a wild halo around his exquisite face. There were teeth marks on his red lips and his eyelashes were damp with unshed tears.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked roughly. “Do you need more time?”
Oliver shook his head, his hips slowly rolling in place, the firm cheeks of his ass brushing the tops of Matthew’s thighs deliciously. “No, but I need to move. If you want me to stop you’ll have to make me.”
Matthew wasn’t sure he could stop now if the house were on fire, not with Oliver massaging his cock with one hell of an erotic lap dance. “Where did you learn to do that?”
“Trade secret.”
“Do it again,” Matthew growled.
They fell into the perfect rhythm, their mad rush slowed by the tight fit and a need to savor.
Matthew couldn’t stop touching him. Tracing the head of his cock, sliding his hands up his strong thighs, palming his ass. So different from anything he’d known before. So right.
He had a desire to know Oliver’s body as well as he knew his own. By feel. By scent. He wanted to taste the cock that was flushed and full between them.
He wanted everything.
“I wore those shorts for you,” Oliver said softly, startling Matthew into looking up at him.
“Not that first time,” he added quickly, his movements slowing with the admission. “That time I’d run out of clean laundry and had to borrow a pair of my cousin’s. My much younger cousin’s. But when you came in and I saw your reaction to how high they rode up on my—” He broke off, rocking against him with more force. “Matthew.”
“You were torturing me on purpose?”
You loved it.
“I didn’t think it would take you that long to come over.” He groaned in frustration. “God, you’ve been driving me crazy for days. I think it’s your turn.”
Matthew stiffened beneath him. “My turn for what?”
“To ride me like you want to. Like I want you to.”
Not waiting for another invitation, he had him on his back with his legs slung over Matthew’s shoulders before he could do more than gasp. “This okay? I’ve never been to a dance, remember? I don’t want to get the steps wrong.”