70. Matthias

70

MATTHIAS

C iaran was not gentle when he pulled me back onto his naked lap. Hell if I wasn't into it. My legs draped on either side of him on the couch.

"We don't have time for much else, babe," I said hoarsely as Ciaran's mouth hungrily fed on my tongue and swollen lips. "You don't have to reciprocate."

Not a lot of guys wanted to taste themselves after a blow job but Ciaran didn't seem to mind, especially when he moaned into the deepening kiss.

"I want to make you feel good, too," he explained, his voice dreamy.

He tugged at my hoodie and I got the drift by removing it as well as the T-shirt underneath.

"You do that just by being you."

My chest collided with his and I felt his smile on my lips. However, that did not deter him.

Ciaran's movements were frantic as he shoved a hand down my pants. His long fingers wrapped confidently around my shaft. I sucked in a long drag of air.

Thank God I wore loose athletic pants that weren't restrictive around the waist.

Ciaran's grip was rough, his strokes eager. I loved the way he showed me his affection. It was without preamble, without second thoughts.

I shamelessly fucked into his fist.

But dear lord, after a few hard strokes, I needed some sort of lubricant or this would rub me raw.

"Babe," I said, pulling back slightly, "spit on your palm."

He paused for a second.

"How about…" He surprised me by removing his hand completely. He dipped it between us, cupping his balls, to gather the leftover saliva and cum mixture as palm slick. My eyes rolled into the back of my head when his slippery hand returned to my cock. He started jerking me again. "Better?" he asked in a husky voice.

He placed his free hand around my lower back. There wasn't much space between us as my hips started moving on their own accord.

"God yes," I whimpered. Coiled heat built between us. I was already on edge so I knew it would be quick. "Hold your hand still."

Wordlessly, Ciaran obeyed.

Finesse this was not as I fixed my hands on his shoulders and pumped myself in his fixed grip. "You're so sexy," Ciaran whispered between our bodies. "I seriously cannot get enough of you."

My heart flipped.

"Same." One day, hopefully soon, I wanted him to ride me in this position. Just lazily slide up and down my cock while kissing me.

Sharp zings of pleasure zipped up my spine and down to the soles of my feet when his thumb skimmed over my slit.

My fingers roamed over his neck and shoulders, but I wanted to touch skin . Gathering the bottom of his shirt in my hand, I lifted it up his chest to allow free range over his torso. Dipping where I could, I bit his skin as his hand sizzled around my cock.

"I'm close," I breathed out. "I want to come on you. Right here." I smoothed a line down his abdomen. Heart pounding, I was so strung out it felt like I'd swum ten races in a row. "Can I?"

Ciaran's lips found mine. "Yes," he said into my mouth. "Paint my chest, Matty."

And fuck me he had a dirty mouth on him.

Grunting like a maniac, I came almost on command. Ropes of cum erupted from me, landing as milky stripes up his chest and onto his fingers. I slowed my pace even as Ciaran's grip became super slick with my climax.

After a minute I slumped against him. I didn't care about the mess between us as I kissed his neck. My tongue came away with his salty sweat. I wanted to feast on him for days.

"That was…" I took a stuttering breath. My brain stopped working.

"Adequate?" Ciaran asked with a touch of shyness that was completely at odds with his dirty mouth from moments ago. He was so cute.

"As if!" I bit his shoulder and he burst out laughing, his body shaking beneath me. I leaned back. "Mind blowing," I clarified for him before snagging his lips into a soft kiss. "Amazing." Another kiss. "Out of this world." Another kiss. "You've spoiled me."

"If anyone's spoiled, it's me," Ciaran said in a voice of wonder. "I have pretty much zero experience." He let out a snort. "It's like I've hit the sex lottery or something on my first try."

"Trust me when I say that sex has never felt like this for me either. This…" I paused, searching for the right word. " This is special. You're special, Ciaran."

Using his rumpled T-shirt, he wiped up our evidence, though the room smelled unmistakably of sex, sweat, and brownies. All of a sudden I really hoped Franky had left some of the latter behind.

"Thanks." He cupped his hand behind my head and pulled me into a long, lingering kiss that held so much promise I nearly hauled him upstairs for round two. "And ditto."

"We should get cleaned up," I said with a groan, "and make our way to the big house."

"Why does it feel like we're being called to the principal's office?" Ciaran teased.

"I mean, we can invite them here, but the second they walk in here they'll smell Eau de Sex ."

Ciaran smacked my ass playfully and laughed.

With reluctance, and a bit of soreness in my hips, I climbed off Ciaran and offered him a hand, which he took.

We made quick work of cleaning up in the bathroom upstairs and changing into fresh clothes. I watched as he pulled a shirt over his head.

"Uh, maybe wear a hoodie," I suggested as my eyes zeroed in on his hickeys.

"It won't stop them from finding out, Matty."

"No, I know." I stepped into faded sweatpants and pulled on another USC sweatshirt. Without Ciaran's heat against me, I needed something warm to ward off the chill rolling off the Pacific.

In the bathroom, I used a splash of water to get my hair back to rights.

When I returned to my bedroom, Ciaran was wearing one of my gray, nondescript Supreme hoodies. Why was it so hot that he wore my clothes?

"Ready to face the firing squad?" I asked.

"It won't be that bad," Ciaran said. "But just in case it is, let's grab a brownie on the way out."