57. Matthias

57

MATTHIAS

E dging. Ciaran was edging me like a sex god and he didn't even know it. Oh, he knew what he was doing to me, he could sense that his hold on me was beyond anything I could have imagined, but his movements were not that of an expert.

Which was perfect.

His exploration was gentle yet bold. Ciaran was touching me like how he touched himself and fuck that was sexy. I could easily picture him in the shower, alone, masturbating with a slick palm, his other hand braced against the wall, water cascading down his back, teasing himself until he couldn't take it anymore.

I absolutely wanted to drive myself into him, bury my dick deep inside him, to feel his tight heat.

I wanted his sighs. His gasps. I wanted him to scream my name when he came.

But what I wanted more than anything was to watch his face when he climaxed, which was why I all but begged Ciaran to stop stroking me so that I could turn around.

He was fucking gorgeous. His blond hair was slicked back and his blue eyes were dark, full of bliss and heat.

I'd seen him in swim trunks and nothing else, but I wasn't fully prepared for his amazing body. His wide shoulders were strong and toned. His muscular chest and arms made my knees weak. His washboard abs and long torso deserved all the praise possible. My mouth watered at the idea of exploring his belly button with my tongue.

But his cock was perfect.

It was slightly bigger than average in length and girth with a large cockhead. It curved to the right and I noticed a prominent vein that traveled along the side.

I felt faint at the thought of getting my hands on him.

"I'm going to touch you now," I warned him. "I want you to keep your hands at your side."

Ciaran swallowed and nodded.

I took the shampoo from the ledge and squeezed the fragrant liquid into my palm. The heady scent of exotic flowers filled the steamy shower. The glass paneling was so fogged up that I couldn't see into the rest of the bathroom. We were cocooned in the shower like we were in our own world.

"Close your eyes," I instructed. Raising my hands, I massaged the shampoo into Ciaran's scalp. He jumped slightly and I chuckled. He expected my hands to go lower , not higher. "Let's wash the day away," I said as my fingers ran through his longish strands.

He leaned into my soapy touch. "That feels nice."

When I redirected him under the shower head a minute later, he went willingly, eyes still closed. "You're such a good listener, Ciaran."

His lips quirked. "Shut up."

I smiled stupidly at him even though his eyes were still closed.

Suds sluiced down his body. His cock was no longer erect, but that made sense. I was only half-erect myself.

I wanted a light break so that I could take care of him. I had a few ideas of where my soapy fingers could explore next.

I pulled him from under the stream and started washing the rest of him with the matching body wash.

My hands glided over his neck, shoulders, and his chest. Ciaran's hooded eyes silently watched me work. He gasped when I pinched his nipples and his dick throbbed against my thigh in response.

"I think you like that," I murmured.

"This is torture," Ciaran moaned as his hips thrust out. I could tell it was an involuntary move as my hands inched lower in a teasing fashion. My palm brushed his pubic hair, which caused my pinky finger to skim the base of his cock. "Fuck," he hissed. "God, I want…I don't know what I want except that I don't want your hands to stop."

Except to wipe water from his eyes or to swipe his hair back, Ciaran kept his hands at his side, clenching them to keep from reaching out. Part of me wanted to jack him off quick, to quench his desire, and to watch him come undone. It'd be beautiful to witness.

The other part of me wanted to extend this moment between us. Ciaran was a virgin. He'd never get another first time. He trusted me enough to do this with me and I wanted to make it memorable for him.

This was a new feeling for me…wanting to make sex special for someone else.

If it wasn't clear before, it was clear now that I was a goner for the man in my arms.

A wholeness filled me then, one that I couldn't put into words or even articulate internally. I just knew that I'd do whatever it took to make Ciaran happy.

And at the moment, making him happy meant making him super horny for me.

I couldn't wait any longer. I took his cock in my hand and Ciaran gasped. His eyes were on me before he looked down to watch.

"Jesus, that's hot," he uttered as his hand came to grip my hip. He was standing at a slight angle, which gave me room to give his cock long, measured strokes.

Apparently I wasn't going fast enough. I smiled to myself when his hips thrust into my fist and he groaned louder.

My dick surged to attention as it throbbed against Ciaran's inner thigh. The friction was almost enough to make me come on the spot.

Ciaran's head fell to my shoulder, his lips grazing my neck, sucking and biting. "I'm literally dying, it feels so good."

"Your cock is perfect." I squeezed the base of his shaft hard before going feather soft at the tip. He shuddered against me. "I can't wait to taste you."

"Fuck," he groaned.

My other hand went to his lower back, teasing the top of his ass cheeks. His eyes flew to mine, his eyebrows lifting. "Can I touch you there?" I asked.

I skimmed the edge of his crease.

My fingers itched to massage his hole, to loosen him up, to make him feel good.

He was quiet for a long second.

"It's okay if you don't want to, Ciaran. We can stop right now if you want."

"Don't you dare stop," he breathed hotly as he repositioned himself directly in front of me, his lips singeing against mine in a filthy, tongue-filled kiss that had me seeing stars. "I was momentarily mute because my brain is short circuiting."

"I know the feeling."

I released his dick and cupped his jaw. I studied his handsome face and his piercing blue eyes seemed to study me right back. I wanted to press kisses to every single freckle and tell him how I thought he was beautiful.

He was smart, kind, funny, sexy, and selfless. By Malibu's standards, Ciaran Galbraith was a fucking unicorn.

And he was in my arms.

I was never going to let him go.

His kisses turned romantic, gentle, like he was trying to tell me something without actually saying the words.

The tender expression on my face had to make it obvious how I felt about him. Ciaran had snuck in and changed the axis of my life.

Even if we never did anything sexual ever again, it wouldn't change the impact he'd had on me. My dad was right: I'd gladly hand over the knife so Ciaran could own a piece of my heart.

All of a sudden, my newfound emotions felt too big to stay contained in my mind.

"I love you, Ciaran," I said simply as I stared into his eyes. He blinked in surprise and I watched as drops of water clung to his long eyelashes. "I'm head over heels for you. I've never felt this way before and I don't even know what comes next and I don't expect the same declaration from you. I just…" I let out an uneven breath. "I just wanted you to know."

"You're…you're in love with me?"

"I know it's sudden, and we've had a crazy night, and I know we should probably define our relationship first, but I don't want to withhold my feelings."

"I can't believe this is happening," Ciaran whispered.

"Ciaran." I rubbed the back of my neck. The water was getting cold so I turned it off. My heart pounded in my chest. "Will you be my boyfriend?"

His instant smile cracked my chest right open.

"Yes," Ciaran said. I had no idea I was shaking until his arms went around my neck and he added, "I'll be your boyfriend."