59. Ciaran

59

CIARAN

D id I have a fucking clue as to what I was doing? Nope, not a single one, but I was delighted to explore my way around the landscape of Matty's delectable sun-kissed body.

My hands and mouth seemed to know how to operate because as I sucked on Matty's neck, collarbone, and his nipples, he writhed beneath me like he couldn't get enough.

Matty's guttural moans let me know I was on the right path while each gasp sent euphoric tendrils racing down my spine.

We fit together so well that it seemed like we were interlocking puzzle pieces who'd finally found each other.

He tasted like rainwater, exotic flowers, sunshine, and some deeper fragrance that made Matty Matty . A heady, dew-covered Pacific wildflower bursting with life and adventure. I tasted all of that, and the promise of more, on the tip of my tongue.

His grip was firm on my hair, pulling and tugging, as I maneuvered down his honed body, a figure molded by a decade of competitive swimming.

"Your mouth feels amazing, Ciaran." His dark eyes watched my every move as I tongued the valleys of his chiseled abs, paying special attention to the glorious V just above his hipbones.

"I love this spot," I said as I licked up the V. "I'll take all my meals here from this point forward."

Matty laughed before jerking slightly when I nibbled up to his obliques.

"That tickles."

"So what I'm hearing is that I should be rougher?" I winked at him as I shifted lower. "Can do."

I bit down on his inner thigh and he sucked in air. "You can do whatever you want to me."

As I shimmied down, I hooked my arm under one of his thighs to provide more space for my wide shoulders. His hand carded through my still-damp curls.

When I finally reached the promised land—Matty's cock—my mouth watered at the thought of tasting him. His scent was an intoxicating mixture of sweat and masculinity, a heady perfume of lust and longing that drove me wild. I wanted to bathe in it. If I didn't know I was gay, this would be all the proof I needed.

His cockhead was shiny with pre-cum. Instinct had me swiping out to taste it.

It was salty and bitter against my tongue.

"Delicious," I murmured my approval. "I want more."

"Fuck," Matty drawled out in a loud moan as his hips chased my mouth as I briefly pulled away to take in his blissed-out expression.

He was a goner, for sure, and I offered him a stupid smile.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Matty asked, his voice gruff and out of breath.

"Turning cocky Matthias Vaulteneau into a whimpering mess?" I quizzed. "Absolutely."

I had planned to take his cock completely in my mouth, but instead I nuzzled my nose and lips against his balls before licking them with the flat of my tongue.

"Jesus Christ, Ciaran," Matty yelled. He pushed up on his elbows to watch.

Then he started babbling when I took his balls in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around experimentally, letting my spit spread so that I could suck them gently while also using my tongue to lap around his sac. It was a completely new sensation, one that I loved given Matty's physical reaction.

My own cock ached for attention, but I ignored it.

Matty's eyes were onyx black as I licked my way up his shaft, tonguing over his head, which rewarded me with more pre-cum, before guiding the head of his dick between my lips.

He was thick and scorching in my mouth. It was a foreign, though welcome, sensation.

"Fuck, that's good," he groaned. Instead of thrusting upward, like I did, he kept still as I tentatively took more of him into my mouth, inch by inch, until his head hit the back of my throat.

I pulled back once I reached my gag reflex. "Sorry," I muttered. "It will take me a few tries to get the hang of it."

He hauled me up for a filthy kiss, which I melted into.

"No need to apologize, Ciaran. Watching my cock slide between your beautiful lips is hot as fuck. Trust me, it's taking all my willpower not to savagely fuck your mouth and empty myself deep in the back of your throat—that's how much you turn me on."

"I d-don't think I ready for that."

Matty's forehead creased. "I'd never do something like that without your consent. It requires a lot of communication before and during, especially since rough blow jobs can cut off airflow. We'd discuss it before either of us did that to the other."

"Okay, good," I said.

"But as far as first blow jobs go, you don't have to take all of me. Use your hand at the base." Sudden relief flooded through me. He demonstrated by wrapping his hand at the base of his cock. "Put your hand around mine and then take me in your mouth again."

I crawled back down his body and I did as he instructed. My right hand fisted around his hand as I took the remaining four inches of his cock in my mouth, with my lips touching the top of our combined hands.

"Use a lot of saliva," Matty said through his moan. "I love sloppy blow jobs. As you lift up, your hand follows your mouth in the same direction." I pulled up and Matty's hand, with mine on top, moved up with my mouth. When more saliva coated our hands, Matty removed his hand. "Now replace my hand with yours and experiment with grip and speed."

My first few attempts were stilted but Matty's lust-filled expression encouraged me. You'd think I'd never done a coordinated thing in my life, but after a few minutes, with a slick palm, I started sucking down farther while using my hand at the same time.

When I swirled my tongue on the underside of his cock, Matty growled. "Yeah, give me a few more sucks like that, baby." He moaned loudly. He was still watching me, which made everything so much hotter. "God, yeah, use the tip of your tongue to lick my slit again." I obeyed. "Fuck that feels amazing. But you should know I'm getting close to the edge."

If I wanted Matty to eat me and fuck me, that meant I needed to wrap up my blow job experiment.

Lifting up, I kept jerking Matty's cock as I leaned forward to kiss him.

"Was that okay?" I asked into his lips.

A wicked gleam entered his eyes. In a flash, he rolled me over and expertly turned me so that I was face down on the mattress.

His body covered me. His hard cock pressed into my crease. "I can tell you how amazing that felt, or I can show you."

"Show me, please," I begged.

I ached everywhere . I should be nervous, but all I wanted was to feel Matty's eyes on me, his hands around me, his fingers pressing into me.

Matty leaned back. He growled again as he grabbed my hips and hoisted me back. "Face down, ass up, Ciaran."

I'd never moved so fast.