21. Chapter Twenty-One

Iworked Matty's cock, sucking in long, drawn-out strokes, taking my time in undoing him. He fell apart slowly, my hand around his shaft as my tongue pressed against the underside of the crown. He squirmed and gasped under my touch, his fingers flexing and relaxing in my hair like he was desperate to fuck into my mouth.

When his groans pitched higher, turning into soft moans and whimpers, I pulled away and shoved him by the shoulders, sending him tumbling back against the bed.

Matty whined and scrambled along the bed until there was room for me to lie alongside him. "Why did you stop?"

"I'm nowhere near done with you yet." I gave him a wicked grin and lowered myself back down, kissing a trail from his chest to his groin. Instead of taking his cock back in my mouth, I kissed the space where his thigh met his hip and trailed my tongue along the sensitive skin there until I came to his balls. I took each one in my mouth in turn, dragging my tongue along the seam, soaking him with my saliva. My face was a mess, but I still wasn't done.

I eased farther down the bed and hooked one of Matty's legs over my shoulder. With my fingers, I carefully parted his cheeks.

Matty let out a strangled cry and craned his neck up to look at me. "What—"

"Shh. If you hate it, you can tell me to stop." And with that, I leaned in and pressed the flat of my tongue against his hole.

He gasped and rocked down, seeking more, and I chuckled as I gave it to him. I took my time unwinding him, opening the muscle there with slow pulls of my tongue. As he softened and opened for me, I fucked into his hole deeper, nuzzling my face into his space, seeking more.

When it felt like he was ready, the rings of muscle soft and pliant, I eased a finger inside him, earning a gasp from Matty that shook his chest. I glanced up from between his legs to see him staring at me, rapt with attention, fire in his eyes.

"Are you okay?"

Matty nodded and murmured his response. "Mer." More.

He didn't have to ask me again, and I slid a second inside. Between my fingers, as I fucked him on them, I moved my tongue, shoving it into him as well. Broken cries and whimpers came from him and he gripped the sheet with both hands, grinding down against my face as I fucked him open on my fingers and tongue.

My own cock was hard, aching and leaking against the mattress, but I continued to ignore it and my own needs in favor of getting Matty where I wanted him. He continued to beg as I pushed yet another finger into him. I thrust them slowly, deeper and deeper until I grazed his prostate.

Matty's cock twitched hard, leaking precum as it did, and he cried out, gasping my name. I looked up, grinning, and when we made eye contact, he groaned. His voice was hoarse when he spoke. "Fuck me. Please."

My cock was so hard it hurt, and I couldn't help the smirk on my face. "Thought you'd never ask." I crawled up the mattress, pressing my mouth to his, our kiss sloppy and wet.

His hands gripped my hips, digging in. "If you don't get on with it soon, I might die."

With a nod, I reached for the nightstand, pulling out a condom and lube. I placed the lube on the bed and moved to open the condom, but Matty put his hand on mine to stop me.

"Without, please."

"You're sure?"

He nodded earnestly. "I haven't been with anyone else since my last set of tests. All negative."

"Yeah, same."

"I just want to feel you. All of you."

My heart fluttered and my cock ached, precum spilling from the tip, as I took in the gravity of the moment. "Okay. Yeah, okay." I tossed the condom aside and picked up the lube, pouring a generous amount on my hand and slicking myself up. I spread the remainder of the lube in my hand on Matty's already soft and ready hole, lined up, and pressed the crown of my cock against his ass.

Matty whimpered and rocked down, seeking me. "Now."

"Don't rush things. I'll make it good. I promise." With that, I eased forward, sliding my cock into his hole, not stopping until I bottomed out and pressed my pelvis against the swell of his ass, groaning as I moved.

His back arched and groaned, low and deep, nodding frantically and reaching for my arm, pulling me down to meet his mouth. "Please," he whispered.

I kissed him reverently as I eased my cock from him and thrust back in over and again in long, deep strokes. Matty's cock was scorching between us, slick with precum, and he whimpered as he fought to keep still, feet hooking behind my thighs. "It's okay," I murmured. "You can move."

The sigh of relief that broke from him nearly brought tears to my eyes. With that, Matty took his pleasure from me, just as much as I was giving it to him. He ground down on my cock before rocking up again, the two of us quickly setting a desperate, eager rhythm. He reached between us to stroke himself while I fucked into him, his other hand buried in my hair.

As I worked him, I fell apart along with him. Slow, measured thrusts, Matty's hand on his cock, his fingers in my hair, his heels digging into my muscles. I wanted as much as I was giving, and Matty was nothing if not an infinite giver. I could have stayed like that forever.

My cock, however, had other plans. My balls drew up against me, tight and full, the heat building in my gut and groin, aching for release. I didn't want to come without him, though, not on our first time like this. As sweat beaded along my brow and my skin flushed, I looked at Matty, at his bright blue eyes that sought understanding in mine. "I'm close."

He nodded. "Ja. Yes. Me too."

"Come for me?" I whispered.

Without another word, Matty nodded and his cock spurted between us, immediately creating a mess of thick, sticky strands on our chests and stomachs, soaking into our body hair. It should have been disgusting, but I couldn't have cared less.

His muscles clenched and gripped around my cock, the heat and tightness nearly unbearable, and soon I was falling over the edge too, practically sobbing his name. I emptied myself into him, my cock throbbing as I filled him. We shared a heated, deep kiss, my tongue fucking into his mouth and Matty groaning into it.

When the aftershocks passed and I began to soften, I pulled out, Matty making a whining sound of disappointment deep in his throat. I pressed a kiss to his jaw before tumbling off of him completely to splay on the mattress next to him.

"Well, shit." My chest rose and fell as I took deep breaths, trying to come back to Earth.

"Ja. Same."

I wanted to lie there forever, but what I didn't want was for the mess to cool and dry on my skin, much less Matty's, so I slid out of bed and padded to the bathroom to clean up and get a warm washcloth to clean him with. I wiped his chest and stomach down first, and then spread him gently and cleaned his hole, which was pink and swollen with use, my cum dripping from him. Saliva pooled in my mouth and my cock gave a twitch as I thought of how much fun it would be to clean him with my mouth and tongue.

I smirked and cleaned him up with the towel instead, shaking my head at myself, before tossing the wet cloth in the nearby hamper and collapsing back on the bed next to Matty.

"What's so funny?"

I chuckled. "Nothing much. Just thinking about taking care of that mess a little more… personally next time."

Matty groaned in agreement. "That would be nice."

My cock gave a valiant throb, half-hard again already, and I kissed him quickly. "Don't say shit like that. You're going to get me going again. And then where will we be?"

"Mm, in bed all day, I would think, which doesn't sound all bad to me."

Lust pooled deep in my gut as I let the idea roll through me. "You serious?"

He shrugged. "Maybe not. At least, not today."

"Don't tease me Solberg."

Matty's responding chuckle was fond and soft. "I promise I will let you do that one day soon." A moment passed and he rolled to face me. "Now what?"

"What do you mean?"

"We have to deal with Charlie and the show, don't we?"

I let out a deep sigh. Fuck. He was right. "Yeah. I guess we do."