Chapter 30

Arsen

At six feet three,it really wasn’t that hard to take a running leap at the little roof over the front door at Matthew’s townhouse and pull myself up onto the small platform below his bedroom window.

Could I have knocked on the door?

Obviously.

But considering the number of Elite cars piled in the driveways, I decided against it. The swim bros were good peeps and all, but I was in no mood to go through all of them to get to Matthew.

The curtains on the window were not drawn, the room inside completely dark. Cupping my hands, I leaned against the cold glass to peer inside. Everything was still, the space appearing vacant. I frowned, inwardly chastising myself for getting it wrong in thinking he’d be isolating in his room.

Flattening my palm on the glass, I pushed up, testing to see if it would open. When the frame slid up, my heart cartwheeled. He left it unlocked. I pushed it up until there was just enough room for me to fit and slid through headfirst, belly down.

My hands hit the carpet, and my lips curled in derision. Matthew hated this carpet, and now I did too. Once on my feet, I slid the window closed and turned.

That’s when I saw him.

Curled in on himself on the floor.

The sight he made lying on his side, legs drawn into his chest, was a kick in the teeth. How could someone so big, someone who literally filled up all the spaces in my heart, look so fucking small?

What the hell was he doing down there in the dark? It was as though as soon as he made it into the safety of his room, he collapsed, unable to make it just a step more.

He was still in my jacket, one arm and hand completely invisible inside the sleeve, the other stretched up to create a pillow for his cheek while his hand clutched a white paper cup.

His eyes were closed, body so motionless I had to step closer and stare hard to see the rise and fall of his chest.

Heart clenching, I dropped to my knees in front of him, reaching first for the coffee to slip it from his grip and set it aside on a nearby tower of unpacked boxes.

“Matthew,” I murmured, scooting forward on my knees to brush the back of my fingers over his cheek. His skin was cold.

His eyes remained closed, but his cheek followed my fingers, and when I settled my palm over the side of his face, he let out a small snuffling sound.

“Open your eyes, baby,” I cajoled, brushing my thumb along the underside of his lower lip.

His lashes fluttered, but the second he registered my presence, his entire body stiffened. When he jerked his face from my touch, his back met the door and his eyes popped wide. Almost instantly, his body started to vibrate, and it made me wonder how he’d managed to fall asleep with so much tension coiled inside him.

“Easy, princess. You’re okay.” I reassured him.

“Arsen?” Disbelief echoed in his drowsy voice. “You came.”

“There is literally nothing on this earth strong enough to keep me away from you.”

A sob ripped from his throat, vibrating the air around us as he shoved off the floor and flung himself at me. My body rocked when we collided, thighs locking to balance the weight. My arms sealed around him as he grappled to get closer, wrapping his muscled legs around my waist and hooking his ankles at my back. His torso arched, fitting against mine as he threaded his arms underneath my armpits to wrap them around my torso.

His deep, shuddering breaths puffed across my neck, shooting rush after rush of desire down the length of my spine. Nosing the column of my throat, he inhaled. “You smell good,” he confessed, following the words with a swipe of his damp tongue over my skin.

I’d been hard-pressed to do so, but after leaving the police station, I swung by my room to shower and change. Walking around smelling like a stale brewery wasn’t something I enjoyed. Plus, it was just a reminder of the shitshow we’d all endured that evening. I didn’t feel bad for taking the time to clean up, though, not if it got this reaction.

I’d come here not only to make sure he was okay but to talk, to make sure he understood this was not the end of us. There was no end for us, and there never would be.

But it was hard to form a coherent thought, let alone speak a full sentence with the way he plastered himself against me, the way he nibbled and licked like he was starved. One of his hands dragged up my back and over my shoulder to trace a path across the sensitive skin on the side of my neck. My head tipped, and his fingers fondled the row of piercings along my ear, rubbing small circles over the metal, tugging on the single hoop, and then dragging over them, up and down, up and down.

Still latched on to the piercings, he pulled his face from my neck, head falling back as though it were too heavy to hold up. Automatically, I reached up to cradle him, and he hit me with those dark, drunken eyes. His pupils were enlarged, stare saturated with lust, and his inky hair fell messily over his forehead.

“I came to talk.”

“I can’t hear right now, Arsen. I can only feel.”

I tugged the double hoops in my lip into my mouth, hoping the little sting would battle back the insatiable urge to give in.

His gaze dropped, staring intently at my movements. The tip of his pink tongue darted out, swiping over his lower lip. Lifting his eyes, he met mine in the dark. “Make me feel,” he begged, ass rubbing against the top of my thighs.

I didn’t give in.

I shattered.

The sound of it echoing around the otherwise quiet room was cut off when our lips smashed together. Groaning, I sucked his bottom lip, then licked into his mouth, tangling our tongues until there weren’t two of us anymore, just one.

Wanting less between us, I pushed the jacket off his shoulders and down his arms. When it was gone, I ripped the T-shirt over his head and tossed it away. Still devouring each other’s mouths, I ran my hands over his newly bared torso, kneading and caressing every place I could reach.

He tasted like coffee with a hint of sweet caramel. The cinnamon gum I’d popped in the car added a spicy flavor that turned him feral. Bucking closer, he moaned, arms clamping around my neck, our torsos plastered so tight I could feel every ridge of his rippling muscle. Between us, his dick was swollen and spasming, already pleading to cum.

Filling my hands with his perfect ass, I groped and massaged, dragging a finger over the seam of his crack. Whimpering, he pushed a hand between us to pop the button on his jeans. I was still on my knees on the floor, legs bent beneath me. Matthew was not small in size, but he was still my princess. Hidden away inside him was an unspoken desire to be manhandled and overpowered so he felt safe and protected.

Clutching his ass, I rose to my knees and slowly stood, ignoring the burn in my lower body as I straightened off the floor with him still in my arms. When I made it to my feet, my arms and legs were trembling, but I hefted him higher and held him closer. Our lips popped apart, and he whined, chin resting on my shoulder as he clung.

“You’re mine to hold,” I whispered. “To carry.” Turning toward the bed, I stared at the pink blanket among the others I’d provided. “To love.”

His body went rigid, pulling away from mine. I kept hold of him as he searched my face, his expression vacillating between fear and hope.

“Get ready to feel it,” I whispered, dragging his body against mine as I lowered him to his feet.

His balance was unsteady, so when I knelt in front of him, I guided his hand into my hair. He gripped the strands as the sound of the fly on his jeans sliding down filled the quiet room. The second his jeans were open, I pulled them down his legs, the sight of his flushed, rigid dick stealing my attention.

“God, baby, that looks painful,” I murmured, wrapping my fist around it instantly to give it a firm squeeze. He let out a moan, hips jutting in my direction. Keeping hold of his shaft, I leaned in, swiping the flat of my tongue over his tip.

The pungent, salty taste smeared across my tastebuds, and I lapped at him again. “You’re so wet for me already.”

“It hurts,” he confessed. “I need release so damn bad.”

Swirling my lips around his tip one more time, I pulled back so he was poised against my lips. “Can you come twice for me tonight, Matthew?” I asked, looking up his torso.

He nodded eagerly.

“I know you can. You’re such a good boy.”

More salty liquid gushed from his tip, smearing my lips. Holding him at the base, I swiped his head over my saturated lips, rubbing in his essence. His stomach contracted, tightening to the point I could count the individual muscles, and his Adonis belt protruded from his hips like he was carved from fucking granite. Moaning, I reached up, running my hand over the ligament, following its path back to his dick.

Knowing he was at his limit, I sank over him, pushing until his entire length was encased in the warmth of my mouth. The hands in my hair tightened to borderline painful, and I took that pain, hoping it would lessen some of his.

I shoved a little deeper, feeling his head hit the back of my throat. I relaxed, letting my body sheath his until I had to draw back. His angry, red dick stood straight off his body, the skin tight and shiny from my saliva.

“Come for me, Matthew, right down my throat,” I growled, sliding back over him and bobbing my head with reckless intent.

His entire body went taut, and a strangled cry echoed over my head as he did exactly as I demanded and unleashed all that pent-up tension.

My throat worked to swallow it all, lips gentling to drag back and suckle his tip softly. His body sagged, knees buckling.

I pulled back and caught him around the waist, tipping him so he toppled onto the bed. His pants were still around his ankles, and I quickly pulled them off along with his socks.

The fucking sight he made sprawled out on the bed, completely naked, gasping for breath as he stared up at me with heavy eyes. His cock was softened and sated against his balls. Satisfaction rumbled through me, knowing I was the one who’d given him what he needed.

Towering over him, I stood between his knees and stripped my clothes until I was as naked as him. His gaze was greedy, lingering on my chest and over my ink. Even though I’d just made him come, he stared as if he wanted more. I grabbed my rod and jacked it slowly, the urge to shoot all over him and rub it into his skin almost irresistible.

When I stepped from between his legs, he made a stricken sound, and I came back to lay a palm over his quivering thigh. “I’m not going anywhere, princess. I’m just getting the lube.”

He settled, and I grabbed the bottle from the nightstand, climbing onto the bed. He was still halfway down the mattress, so I dragged him farther up and pushed a pillow beneath his head.

“Look at you,” I murmured, rising onto my knees beside him. “All spread out on that pink blanket, relaxed and ready for me.”

I lowered onto him, using my weight to anchor him into the mattress. Abandoning the lube beside us, I grasped his chin and rubbed our lips together, the tip of my tongue flirting with the seam until he parted with a sigh. I swept in instantly, hoping he could taste himself on my tongue. He moaned, and I kept kissing until he reached up to catch my chin with his hand. I stilled, heavy-lidded eyes watching him closely. His head left the pillow when he went for the lip rings, tugging them both between his lips. He lapped and played until he collapsed back into the blankets and his eyes fluttered closed. I pressed a chaste kiss to his mouth, then dragged down his jaw to his neck, sucking deep enough to draw blood to the surface beside the hickey I’d already claimed him with. When my mark was clear, I continued down, smearing him with open-mouthed kisses all the way down to his chest.

His shoulders shot off the bed when I pulled his nipple into my mouth, and I pushed him back down to continue the onslaught, nipping and sucking until he was so sensitive he whimpered.

I kissed down his torso, swirled around his belly button, and then glided toward the impressive Adonis belt I’d been admiring just a little while ago. Dipping my tongue in the deep indent, I traced it down, his hard cock stabbing me in the jaw.

“Mmm,” I hummed. “Hard for me again already.”

He moved restlessly, and I buried my nose in the juncture of his thigh right where his leg met his pelvis. His skin was slightly salty, his scent stronger here. I groaned, then bit into the skin.

His legs widened, and I cupped his sack, rolling the sensitive flesh in my palms. Leaning down, I drew one into my mouth to suck gently, making sure he was good and damp. After making sure the other was just as wet, I dipped behind them, my tongue dragging along his taint.

His body stiffened, and I lifted my head. Our stares collided somewhere over the hard planes of his naked form.

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked, voice husky. Judging from the rigid condition of his dick, I would think not, but maybe his mind and body weren’t on the same page.

“I haven’t showered yet,” he replied, bashful.

“You mean since I bred this tight little hole?” I asked, sliding my finger into his crack to caress his entrance.

He fell back on the bed, a low moan floating overhead.

“Since I claimed you from the inside out.” I continued, probing his entrance with the very tip of my finger.

“Arsen…”

“Because knowing you’re still a mess from the last time I owned you only makes me want you more. To fill you up a second time so you’re overfull and swollen with me.”

He blew out a shaky breath, pressing a hand over his face. “A-are you sure?”

Oomph. All the air rushed out of him when I flipped him on the mattress. I pinned him down with my body, molding my front to his back.

My dick was rigid, and I rocked it against his crack, parting his cheeks to make room for me. He whined, trying to push his ass farther against me, but I held him down.

“Oh, baby, I’ve never been so sure about anything, anyone in my entire life. I like you sloppy. I want you swimming in my release.” Doing a push-up over him, I trailed my tongue down the length of his spine and into his crack. Using my knees, I pushed his legs wide and then spread his cheeks with my hands.

“Mine,” I rumbled, circling the slightly puffy entrance with my thumb. His hole quivered, and I accepted the invitation, dipping my thumb inside.

He groaned and pushed back, trying to force me deeper. I obliged, sinking in until I was knuckle deep, his hole clenching around the width of my thumb.

My head fell back, and I moaned to the ceiling. “I’m still inside you, princess. You’re still wet with my seed.”

He pushed up onto his knees, and I pressed my face between his cheeks, pulling my thumb out to replace it with my tongue. His body went limp, and I grabbed his hips, holding him in place while I feasted on his ass. I kissed and licked and sucked until he was soft and relaxed, his hole fluttering with need.

“Please, Arsen,” he whimpered. “I want your dick.”

Uncapping the lube, I drizzled it on my fingers to warm it, then pushed two inside to get him slick. As I pumped inside him, I drizzled more on his crack, letting it drip to the underside of his balls. He was shaking now, teeth chattering with need.

After drenching my dick, I pulled my fingers out and nudged his entrance with my head.

“Yesss,” he mewled, the desperate little sound like lightning right into my dick. I pushed forward, his body giving way instantly, sucking me in until I was buried balls deep.

“You clench me so good.” I panted, rocking to get a little deeper.

The second I nudged his prostate, a guttural groan ripped out of him and he collapsed against the bed. My body went with his, and we lay plastered together on the bed, my dick splitting him open. Reaching down, I palmed his hip and started to move. He lay boneless, taking every thrust and roll of my hips.

I whispered words of encouragement in his ear, noting the way goose bumps prickled across his shoulder.

“I could live inside you.” My body strained against his. “You’re it for me, Matthew. There will never be anyone else.”

Lifting his head, he pressed it into the pillow, hiding himself away from me. I growled and pulled out, and the shock of not being connected made my stomach dip with discomfort.

I pulled him around so he was on his back. “Look at me, princess,” I demanded, and he opened his eyes.

I held his stare when I claimed him again with one thrust. His mouth came open, but no sound came out. Bracing myself on my hands, I increased my thrusts, the need in me taking over, blinding me to all else.

I drilled into his body until sweat beaded my hairline and dripped down my chest. His dick bounced between us, and I lowered so my abs brushed against it with every thrust.

His eyes blazed with pleasure, the look on his face blissful and far away.

“You’re mine,” I chanted. “Mine. Mine. Mine.”

Up and up I went, his channel like a vise ready to strangle me for every last bit of pleasure I had to give, but I wouldn’t give in until he did too.

Reaching between us, I wrapped my hand around his cock, smiling at the moisture beading the tip. “Be a good boy and come for me, Matthew. Let go.”

Angling my hips just right, I thrust again, keeping the pace in tune with the way I jacked him. His hands slapped onto my bicep, nails digging in.

“There you go, baby. Give it to me.”

His body arched, a long, low moan slipping from his lips while his pleasure shot across his belly and dripped over my hand. Satisfaction sent me plummeting over the edge, and with one last powerful thrust, I came undone, the orgasm hitting so hard that spots swam before my eyes.

My body jerked and shook, muscles rigid as I poured into him, his hole clenching to milk every single drop.

When power over my own body came back to me, I lowered so we were chest to chest and peppered his face with gentle, fleeting kisses.

“I love you,” I whispered. “I love you so much.”

His breath caught, and I drew back to gauge his reaction.

His lips remained closed, but his eyes shimmered like uncut diamonds.

“Did you feel?” I whispered, brushing the backs of my fingers across his flushed cheek.

Can you feel how much I love you?

One of those diamonds fell over, liquid in form, to streak a glittering path toward his ear. A knot formed in my throat as I waited. But just as I was about to choke, he nodded.