45. Matthew

45

MATTHEW

I break our kiss, my processing speed slow to catch up0 with his mouth all over me. "You really want me to quit my job?"

Fischer wilts in our embrace. "Matty, please…"

Jesus …

Our connection is like nothing I've ever known. I feel his defeat. His shredded heart. I feel his desperation and the way his body strains to have me close. I feed off it, even. It makes me willing to do anything for him. His pain hurts me —maybe even worse than it hurts him. He's like a permanent bruise on my chest. Every time he presses it, it aches.

"Let me talk to Gibson," he says. "You can at least take a leave. I need you with me."

"I can talk to him," I say. "He's flexible, and there's plenty of guys that need shifts." I kiss the side of his head. "Don't worry."

Fischer's hand slides between us, over the front of my pants, finding my cock and groping at it. My system startles, but all that comes out is a low moan. He stays on it, fondling me through my pants until his breaths grow heavy against me and my dick is hard and chafed.

It feels off—more like he's trying to cope with something he doesn't want to verbalize, but my body doesn't care. My brain wants to stop him. Smooth all this over some other way. Make him a drink, rub his back, encourage him to talk it out, but then he undoes my pants and pulls out my cock, spitting on his palm and gripping my shaft. "I need you," he whispers. "Please…"

Anything , I think. Anything for him.

This is toxic. It has to be. Nothing that feels this good can be healthy.

Ignoring the voice in my head, I ask. "What do you need?"

"Just take me," he whispers. "Hard. I want to feel you everywhere."

I want that, too.

I lower my voice and take charge. It's the fucking least I can do after my sister ambushed him. "Get on your back. I want you wide open."

By the time I have a condom on and the bottle of lube in hand, he's naked, spreading his thighs, his hands behind his knees. I kneel between his legs, taking a moment to lean down and kiss him as I stuff his hole with two fingers worth of lube.

He whimpers, the neediest sound imaginable. I want to consume him.

I don't waste time. Sitting back, I grab his legs and slide my dick home on a long, direct stroke. He lets out a broken cry, sore maybe or relieved.

The way he feels around my cock never gets old. I pound through him, slamming into his body as he bears down to take all of me.

It's never enough. After a minute, I get my hands beneath him, lifting his back off the bed to press our chests together—put us face to face.

With him seated on my lap, I fuck him slowly. I seek out his mouth, and he opens for me there, too, grasping my flexing ass as I finesse every stroke to slide into him at the perfect angle. He clenches on me in perfect sync, making the rhythm romantic more than frantic. But that doesn't make me gentle. My thrusts are vicious, and he growls with his effort to keep taking me.

He makes himself so deliciously tight. Every move ratchets me closer to pure physical bliss. The turmoil is all in the kiss. The furious ways we suck and bite at each other, the way he seems intent on swallowing my tongue. He's far from a passive participant. He's fucking me back, rising as I withdraw and pounding my lap as I shove back inside. The slapping of our flesh echoes off the windows and walls as we use each other.

It grows ferocious. He uses his teeth to pull at my lips, his breath heavy in my mouth. We move faster, harder. I yank his head by the hair to expose his throat, and I go after the divot between his collarbones as he hisses and grunts. His cock grinds between our abs, slick with his precum and our sweat. I fuck him ruthlessly, and he gives as good as he gets, not like a princess but a bitch in heat, letting me claim him.

It's so goddamn perfect; I reach my tether before he does, and as my orgasm rocks me as far into him as I can reach, I press my forehead to his, gasping as the spasms take me, and the deep, rich pleasure spills through my veins. " Ahhh…God… " My cock contracts again, unloading another hot gush. " Fuck …"

He's not finished, though. He's still fucking me, still taking me and seeking more, moaning my name like a plea.

"Shh…" I sigh against his temple as I weather the aftershocks and the grip he's still got on my dick. I kiss his flushed cheek, the side of his throat. Forcing him down to the mattress again, I pin his shoulders to the bed and slide out of his ass. Stretching out my legs, I flatten myself to the bed and position myself lower to take his leaking, throbbing cock in my mouth.

His hands grasp my head, and he thrusts into my throat, his thighs shaking. I tighten my lips and wrap the base of his cock up in my tongue. My throat constricts when his tip slides deep. His movements grow erratic, staying deeper longer, shortening his thrusts until he bursts like a suddenly unkinked hose, spraying my tonsils with a full mouthful of his salty cum. Oh my fucking God… He tastes so good. My eyes close as I drink him down until I'm satisfied we've both had enough.

Fischer and I have great sex. Epic sex. But this was next level—the best sex.

" Ohhh…fuck …" He exhales, and I wonder if he would agree.

"You've been holding out on me," I say as I rest my head on his hip, the tip of his cock an inch from my mouth.

He runs a limp hand through my hair a few times before he lets it rest on his abs. We're both still catching our breaths. For a few perfect moments it's just me and him—nothing else in the world. "I wasn't sure initially, but it turns out I am capable of doing more than just lying here."

"I'll take you either way." Because, don't get me wrong—any day I get to fuck him is a good day. He's a superior lay. Perfect for me.

"You need to sleep?" he asks.

"Not if I don't have to work."

"Yeah, go ahead and make that call, will you?" he asks, not dropping it.

"What am I supposed to do while you're gone?"

"Take a nap, etch some glass. Wait up for me."

It does sound better than missing him. Most things sound better than missing him. "I want to stay awake until you go."

"I could use a shower."

"If you insist."