56. Ciaran

56

CIARAN

A s Matty stood naked before me, my body burned as hot as a coal-powered steam engine.

His magnificent, masculine figure was no stranger to my hungry eyes. I'd gotten my first visual taste in the pool locker room back at the Vaulteneau estate.

That was an accident, though Matty certainly wasn't in any hurry to cover up when he discovered me spying, mouth agog. At the time we'd been circling each other like sharks, obviously wanting each other but not voicing it.

Tonight, however, was wildly different.

This time, as he stood next to the penthouse's large shower, he was disrobing for my pleasure. And I was allowed to look.

His movements were slow, deliberate. The wicked smile on his lips told me he was enjoying his ability to convert me into a shameless voyeur.

I leaned back against the bathroom counter and I took my time feasting upon his exposed flesh. His tan skin was glorious and my fingers itched to reach out and skim across his taut muscles. I wanted to make him shiver beneath my touch.

His dark hair was tousled and a few locks fell into his sexy, hooded eyes. His jaw was scratchy with a day's growth and I wondered how it'd feel against other parts of my skin. Would I enjoy the bristle? Would it leave red marks?

Matty's wide swimmer shoulders begged to be kissed and bitten. The black athletic tape I'd applied days ago was starting to fray and roll up at the edges. I'd have to reapply it when we returned to the estate.

My eyes traveled south, drinking in his strong pecs and pebbled nipples. His wide lats, honed from years of training, added to the spans of his torso. Chiseled abs displayed valleys that cut perfect paths downward toward the promised land.

I wanted to lick up and down those valleys.

Like most swimmers, Matty shaved everything, his pubic hair included. There was nothing to impede my inspection. Matty's dick hung hard and heavy between his thighs, pre-cum already glistening at the tip. His shaft was long with a medium thickness, while the maroon head flared out wide and bulbous.

My mouth watered at the thought of wrapping my lips around him, my tongue tasting him. I'd have to deep throat him to take it all.

"You're beautiful," I blurted. "Have I died and gone to gay heaven?"

Matty arched an eyebrow, his gaze heated, challenging, a come-on.

When his hand grabbed the base of his cock, giving it a featherlight stroke to the tip and back to spread the pre-cum, my fevered eyes nearly melted off my face.

The glorious son of a bitch was putting on a show and fuck if I didn't love it. His self-satisfied smile made my heart twitch.

Turning around in a lingering fashion, he said, "I'll get the shower ready," which presented me with a sublime view of his firm ass, strong hamstrings, and shapely calves.

I'd never been a calves man—at least I never knew I was a calves man—but goddamn if I didn't want to take a chunk out of that sinewy muscle right then and there.

"I won't last five minutes," I lamented to his backside.

"My guess," Matty said as he adjusted several buttons and levers inside the shower, "is you won't last two minutes. I have no intention of going easy on you."

My cock strained even harder against my jeans and an involuntary shiver ran through me. Anticipation alone was going to stop my heart before I set a single foot inside that shower.

Multiple shower heads hissed to life and within a minute the bathroom was filled with steam.

"Your turn," Matty said. He stood outside the shower, staring at me, his hand gently stroking his cock.

His voice was raw, tight, like he was doing everything in his power to not barrel over and rip my clothes off.

I knew his hunger. I'd been the recipient of Matty's passionate side.

He was not an idle lover and he wasn't used to standing back. If I could read his mind, I'd be privy to his deepest, darkest thoughts, and all the things he wanted to do to me.

So I knew just how difficult it was for him to stand there and watch me.

I also knew there was no going back after this.

My fingers popped the button of my jeans before pushing them down and stepping out of them. I watched Matty's eyes dart to my midsection. I was wearing dark boxer briefs that hugged my highs. The fabric was clearly tented by my erection, a wet spot darkening the front.

Matty licked his lips and that's all it took for me to shove my boxers down and bare myself to him. A groan escaped his lips and I felt a newfound sense of power, of control, of desiring something that I was allowed to desire.

Stepbrothers aside, this wasn't forbidden.

This was nothing like my complicated relationship with Drew.

"Perfection," Matty murmured. My eyes followed where he was focused. My cock was standing straight out, bobbing, and already leaking. I wasn't shaved like Matty and a patch of dark blond pubic hair stood out in contrast with my tan skin.

If I touched myself, I'd explode, so I refrained. Matty's chagrined expression conveyed he completely understood my dilemma.

Holding a hand out, he said, "Come on," and his hand was sizzling hot in my mine as we stepped inside the steamy shower.

The water was hot, glorious, and it perfectly matched the heat emanating from my body. I let the water douse me head to toe.

I slicked back my hair and watched as Matty performed the same action under his shower head. Tiny droplets of water clung to his long, dark eyelashes, and I wondered if I'd ever beheld anything as profound as the way his eyes devoured me.

Me .

The initial seconds seemed awkward. We stared at each other, breathless, wordless, not blinking, as if civilizations might collapse if we didn't somehow find our way to the other.

Rivulets of water cascaded down his sculpted muscles, pooling at the tile at our feet. I wanted to drink that water off him. I needed to know what his skin felt like, tasted like, how he might fit himself against my body, as if he was molded to fit me exactly.

Then Matty's hand was at my waist, the other at the back of my head, and almost by magic I was pinned between him and the cool shower wall, his lips frantically capturing mine.

The hard plane of his chest and hips pressed firmly into mine, one thigh wedged between my legs, his cock sliding against mine. Sandwiched as we were, as Matty gyrated his hips against mine, a continuous, sensual pleasure pressed in from all sides.

Waves of hedonistic pleasure spread from my groin, fanning out like lightning bolts to the rest of my body.

"Fuck, Matty," I hissed. I was already dizzy and out of breath.

Even two minutes seemed like a stretch.

"Ciaran," he said, his tongue sliding into my mouth as he captured my moans. "God, I need you." It might have been a whisper but I heard it like a battle cry.

I returned the kiss like my life depended on it. My hands roamed down his back and cupped his firm ass.

A growl and a rowdy thrust of Matty's hips were my reward. The added pleasure nearly sent me into a climax. I still couldn't believe I was in a shower with Matthias Vaulteneau.

I broke our kiss. "If you keep that up," I grunted, like a caveman with a single-track mind, "I'm going to come all over you. Have pity on me by slowing down."

"Sorry." Matty took a small step back to put a few inches between us. He slicked his hair back again. I marveled at his sculpted biceps and shoulders. "I can't control myself when it comes to you."

Lust surged through me.

"I want to touch you, explore you," I said. "Is that okay?"

"Yes," he whispered.

I reduced the strength of the shower spray and found the body wash. "Let me wash you."

"Okay."

What I really wanted to do was massage him. I knew I wouldn't last long if he touched my dick, so I wanted to prolong the pleasure for as long as possible. Touching Matty would be a source of pleasure for me.

Hopefully he'd enjoy it, too.

With a large dollop of shower gel in my hands, I moved behind Matty and started at his shoulders. My fingers and palms easily glided across his muscles and I was able to dig in at the right spots while being careful of his injured shoulder.

Matty's moans filled the room as I rubbed down his back, shoulders, and arms.

"Does that feel okay?" I asked.

"Fucking amazing, Ciaran. I didn't think it was possible, but my dick is even harder."

I chuckled. Having control felt surprisingly good.

"Let's see if I can best that," I said as I pressed myself against his back, my arms sliding around to his front to rub his chest.

My cock jutted against his ass cheeks and I had visions of Matty doing this to me. In all my fantasies, even in those before meeting Matty, I'd never envisioned myself topping someone.

But when Matty arched his back, I saw the appeal. I still wasn't sure if it was for me, but we'd cross that bridge if it came up.

"Jesus," he hissed as my teeth nipped at his shoulder blades. My tongue came away with soapy bubbles. His gasps came in short bursts, as if he were fighting for oxygen.

That made two of us, especially as my hands traveled from his chest down to his waist.

Matty sucked in air and his stomach went tight. He placed a hand out in front of him on the wall for support.

"Are you sure you've never done this before?" he panted. "Because this is god-tier-level shit, Ciaran."

When my slick and soapy hand wrapped around his engorged cock, he moaned loudly and bucked in my grip. He was heavy and hard on my palm and I loved every second of it. To hold him steady, I placed my other hand at his hip.

I'd never done anything like this before, but I'd jerked my own dick long enough to know what to do.

I started slow, with a firm grip at the base but a lighter touch at the tip. I allowed my thumb to skim over his slit. Each time I did that, he shuddered and hissed out, " Fuuuuck ."

His skin was satiny soft and I couldn't get enough.

I was no longer on the verge of coming myself. Having all the power somehow allowed me to delay my own gratification. I don't know how to explain it as I teased Matty's cock, but I seemed to know how he wanted me to touch him. I'd give him a few quick strokes before slowing to a crawl before returning to a steady jack-off rhythm.

"Ciaran," Matty complained. "I've been on edge three times now. You're absolutely killing me."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Fuck no," he grunted as he tried to thrust himself in my tightened grip. "But I won't last much longer." He gulped for air. "And I really want to touch you before I do." Then he added, "I want us to come at the same time, together. And then," he vowed, "I am going to take you to bed and continue exploring you until you beg me to stop."

I didn't realize it until then, either, but I wanted that, too.

"Okay."

I released Matty's cock. When he turned to face me, his eyes consumed me, like he'd been holding in everything he wanted to do to me.

That expression told me I was in for a world of pleasure.