61. Ciaran

61

CIARAN

M atty was whispering sweet nothings in between kisses as he entered me. The burn was real and sharp once his cockhead breached my opening. It felt like I was being split in two.

Sucking in air, I hissed against his swollen lips as the pressure intensified.

"Gimme a minute," I pleaded. My hands were on his shoulders and I must have pushed against him.

Without missing a beat, Matty stopped moving. He rose up on his arms to look down at me, worry knit in his furrowed eyebrows. "Of course, babe. Do you want me to?—"

"No, stay inside me."

I knew it'd take some getting used to, and if I were doing this with anyone but Matty, the discomfort would be enough to make me want to stop.

Even my erection was deflating. Jesus, I was bad at sex.

Thankfully, Matty was being gentle and patient with me. His warm eyes hugged me.

All of a sudden a million emotions flooded my system, my eyes stung, and in total embarrassment, tears leaked out.

He placed butterfly kisses on my eyelids, which made my throat hitch.

"I'm being an idiot," I whined as Matty wiped away my tears.

"Only when you're surfing." There was amusement in his voice. He nuzzled his nose against mine. Then his lips brushed my temples. "But here, in this room, between us, you're not being an idiot."

"But—" I tried to protest but he talked over me.

"You've never done this before, Ciaran. It makes sense that your emotions are overloaded. You don't have to analyze every emotion that comes to you. Acknowledge them and then let them go. The experience will be more honest and authentic if you open yourself up to new sensations and feelings. Can you do that for me?"

He looked so earnest and experienced. I nodded. "I can do that."

"Plus…" He winked. "It makes for amazing sex, too."

"For you, maybe," I scoffed. I looked down at my semi-soft dick. My brain was full of frustrated static. Matty followed my gaze. "But my dick's betrayed me."

"That's fairly normal when bottoming," Matty stated. "I should have said something. You'll get hard again once it becomes pleasurable."

Matty shifted ever so slightly. He was still very hard, which caused him to also shift inside me.

It didn't burn at all.

Oh .

"Do that again," I said. I pulled him back down on me.

Matty growled in my ear. "Do you mean this?" he asked as he rolled his hips.

Pleasure rippled out everywhere .

"Yes," I muttered in a breathy tone.

His cock inched in a little at a time as he continued to rock into me in small movements until he was fully seated. The entire time, his eyes were locked on mine. I don't think I breathed once during.

I'd never felt so full. It was wonderful. Even my cock twitched in agreement.

"How's that?" he asked with a tight though blissed-out expression.

I could tell he wanted to drive into me. The fact that he entered me very slowly had to be excruciating for him.

"Keep going," I urged him.

Matty withdrew only to thrust back inside me.

My cry of pleasure found purchase on Matty's lips as he started pumping inside me. It wasn't aggressive, but it was steady, giving me time to acclimate, with pleasure building with each stroke. I wrapped my legs around his hips to give him full control.

Oh, God.

Soon, Matty was thrusting hard and fast inside me, and I was lifting my hips to meet him in wonton abandon, my gasps and moans and half-uttered words falling from my lips almost nonstop.

"Christ," he roared. "You feel so good wrapped around my cock. I can't get enough of you."

We weren't going to last long. We'd been on the edge for what seemed like hours tonight.

"Matty, Matty—I—" I sobbed, panted, and begged as his cock hit my prostate over and over. His name came to symbolize the fact that I wanted every inch of him to drive into me.

"Tell me what you want," he grunted.

"Fuck me…harder." I wanted even more of him inside me. I wanted him deeper . I felt feral, unhinged, like I might combust.

I tried to tell him all that, but my words were incomplete, incoherent, and nonsensical. Not that Matty needed instructions. The slapping of skin-on-skin made the primal part of my brain light up.

He lifted my hips and slammed into me. "Like that?" he asked, slamming even harder. His husky words did things to me. "You want all of my cock inside you?"

I whimpered and nodded. He lifted himself up on his hands as he pistoned into me. Sweat dotted his forehead.

"Look at me," Matty said, his voice savage. "I want you to watch me fuck you."

Fuck . White-hot pleasure raced through me.

My dick was hard and leaking an insane amount of pre-cum onto my stomach. I rose onto my elbows to look between our joined bodies. His slick cock disappeared inside my hot and willing hole. He'd pull back only to slam back inside me.

It was the single most erotic moment of my life.

"You fuck me so good, Matty."

He threw his head back and snarled, his voice raw and animalistic.

The pleasure was almost unbearable. I wanted Matty to fuck me into oblivion but even I knew that'd be impossible. I wanted to open wider, stretch myself to an impossible degree, to have him drive into me with wild abandon.

The idea of letting him use my body sent an urge of lust through me. Possessiveness wired itself into my brain. Matty was mine .

And I was his.

"That's my cock," I said. I didn't know where the words came from. All I knew is I wanted him to consume me whole.

"God, yes," he moaned. "I belong to you, Ciaran. Fuck, I love you, baby. All of me is yours." He grunted with a powerful thrust, which sent me to the moon and back. "Stroke yourself. I want to watch you come."

I was so close detonating. I wanted to say it. To tell him how I felt, but those three words couldn't form on my tongue, not in the way I wanted them to.

As soon as my hand closed around my glistening cock, I smeared my pre-cum and my moan was pornographic. Matty's eyes were dark and glittery as he kept his eyes locked on mine.

"Fuck me, Matty. Fuck my hole." My orgasm was building fast and hard. It was torrential, almost out of control. It'd never felt like this before…overwhelming and powerful and life changing. Every part of me was hot and sweaty and I worried I might come apart at the seams. "I want to feel you tomorrow."

"That's hot. I like it when you talk dirty to me, Ciaran." Matty hissed as his rhythm turned erratic. Slamming into me, he grunted, "Your ass is mine. You know that right? No one else's. Mine ."

That set me off and I gurgled out a yes .

My balls tightened as a tsunami of pleasure exploded through me.

My vision faded and I saw stars. My back arched off the bed as I jerked myself while Matty buried deep inside me.

"Matty… Matty , I'm coming."

I screamed his name as rope after rope of cum spurted on my chest, stomach, and over my fist.

He grabbed my legs to steady himself. Matty spasmed before he went still inside me. He yelled "Ciaran" over and over until my name was nothing more than a hoarse whisper.

His panting filled the room and his wondrous expression was full of rapture as he filled the condom deep inside me.

"Ciaran, baby," he grunted. "That was…" Matty collapsed on my chest, commingling our sweat and my abundant release. His forehead pressed against mine before he kissed me. "That was…" he said again as he fought for air.

"Perfect…amazing…wonderful," I offered. My heart was still racing.

Happy endorphins coursed through me. The room smelled of sex, sweat, and exotic flowers. Everything was right with the world as far as I was concerned.

"Yes. All of the above. Did I hurt you?" Worry crossed his face.

"No." My fingers threaded through his hair. My ass was tender, but it didn't hurt. "I'd like to do it again soon."

Matty sighed with relief before snagging my lips into a kiss. "You'll be sore for a day or two, but yes, we are absolutely going to do that again." We both shuddered when he slowly eased himself out of me and hopped off the bed. "Let me take care of this," he said, referring to the full condom.

Rolling to my side, I was able to review the bedroom from this angle. During sex, all I'd concentrated on was Matty.

The soft lamplight cast a cozy glow over the bed, credenza, and the lounge chair near the balcony windows. Shadows formed in the corners. It was still dark outside, the sky umber with a hazy moon hidden below the mountains.

The sun would be up in a few hours, which meant we had enough time to sleep before heading back to Malibu to return the statue and get Matty out of his coach's blackmailing scheme.

When Matty returned from the bathroom, he came back with two warm washcloths and proceeded to wipe my stomach and chest with one of them.

"Pull your legs back for me," Matty said softly.

He carefully cleaned my crease with the second washcloth. I didn't protest nor did I feel self-conscious. Matty had seen everything there was to see. It felt nice to be taken care of like this. His movements were gentle, his eyes loving and indulgent. Truth was, my entrance was achy and the warmth felt luxurious.

When he used the pad of his thumb to rub soft circles over my hole, I shivered, though not from pleasure or pain. It was surprise.

The contact was delicate, featherlight, and velvety. Affectionate. It didn't invite anything other than a calming, almost healing, palliative touch.

"Is this okay?" Matty asked as he kneeled beside me. With the contusions from the earlier fight growing more pronounced on his forehead and jaw, his silky caresses were at odds with his bruiser image.

Something tugged loose in my heart.

"That feels…" I struggled for the right word. Matty's eyebrows lifted in question. "Soothing."

He beamed. "I want to take care of you." There was a trace of bashfulness in his voice, which I found charming. "Especially since I'm the reason for your discomfort."

My smile morphed into a yawn. "I like it. It's sort of cozy and homey." He was about to take the washcloths back to the bathroom, but I held out my hand. "I'll take them. I need to pee."

He kissed my shoulder as I pushed off from the bed. After I'd taken care of business, the bedroom was dark, the lamp extinguished, but I could make out Matty's figure on the bed, beneath the duvet.

Matty lifted the blanket in invitation—as if I was going to sleep anywhere else—and I slid in beside him. Our sides touched in a way that was a balm for my soul. He did that to me and I was grateful, considering the shit day I'd had until we'd come here.

Matty spooned me, his breath warm and steady on my shoulder, as his arm draped over my front, trapping me in place. Not that I was complaining when he plastered his naked self to my backside.

"Thank you for tonight," I said into the darkness. He seemed to know I meant all of it—driving me to Vegas, confronting Drew, making love to me, taking care of me afterwards.

His fingers interlaced with mine and my eyelids grew heavy.

"Anything for you, Ciaran."