I groaned and bent to his ear. “Oh fuck?—”
He pinched harder, and my groin lit up like fireworks on the Fourth of July. I didn’t even know I had sensitive nipples until that summer he made a game of discovering all mybuttons. Spots that could have me melting, twitching, begging before I even realized it was happening.
Back then, he’d taken his time, like he was cataloging me for future use, learning exactly how much pressure made me gasp, how much pull made me swear. And right then, he was using every damn bit of that knowledge against me.
“Still works,” Matty murmured with an evil little chuckle. He bent me back and covered one of my nipples with his mouth. The wet heat of his tongue sent a sharp jolt straight to my groin, and my dick throbbed so hard it felt like a damn log stuffed in my jeans.
I couldn’t stop the slow roll of my hips against him, grinding down hard enough to feel the full, thick length of him pressing up into me. The friction was maddening.
A low moan tore out of me, rough and needy, and Matty’s answering growl vibrated against my skin. He sucked harder, teeth grazing, making me buck, and his hands clamped down on my ass, holding me right where he wanted me.
“Matt…” My voice cracked, halfway between a plea and a curse.
“Yeah, baby,” he murmured against my chest, moving to the other nipple with the same slow, devastating attention.
“Feels so good.” I groaned, pushing my hips forward. The heat between us was a live thing now, sparking with every touch, every slow grind. “I want you. Want you so fucking much.”
I reached between us, fumbling for his belt while my other hand went to my fly. I needed him skin to skin. The rasp of zippers filled the air, harsh against the quiet. I shoved the denim down and wrapped my hands around both of us, thick and hot and slick.
He tipped his head back and closed his eyes. The lowsound rumbling out of him went straight to my spine. I tightened my fist around us, the heat of his cock pressed flush against mine, making my pulse trip over itself.
Matty’s eyes snapped open, and he caught my mouth again, slower this time, deep, steady pulls of his lips over mine, easing his tongue in to taste me. Every time we shifted, the friction made my thighs twitch. The slick slide of skin-on-skin was maddening. Heat pooled low and heavy until it felt like we were both burning from the inside out.
I stroked us together in a slow rhythm, knuckles brushing his stomach at the top of every stroke, and he groaned into my mouth, the sound vibrating against my tongue. His hips rolled up into my fist, matching my pace like we’d done this every night for the past four years.
“Don’t stop,” he whispered, his breath hot and ragged. “I want to come like this with you.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. We’ve got all night for everything else.”
I pulled back just enough to hold my hand to his mouth. “Spit.”
His gaze didn’t waver. He leaned forward and let his spit hit my palm, slow and deliberate. His breathing deepened when, holding his gaze, I spat in my hand as well. I brought the slick down between us, coating the heat of our cocks where they were pressed together. The glide was instant, smoother, hotter. I tightened my fist slightly as I stroked us in long, unhurried pulls.
Matty fell back against the bed, and I went with him, landing on top, straddling his hips. His breath hitched, and mine wasn’t any steadier. I caught his mouth again. The kiss turned messy and deep, tongues tangling, teeth catching. Each pull and push felt like we were drinking from each other.
Our hips fell into a slow, grinding rhythm, denim rasping against swollen flesh beneath, the rough fabric adding a sweet ache to every grind. The wet slick of our cocks between us only made it filthier, and every drag had my thighs trembling, my spine bowing toward him.
Matty’s hands were everywhere, skating up my back, grabbing my ass with both palms, pulling me down like he needed me closer than skin could allow. Every time he hauled me in, the friction doubled. I groaned against his tongue. His moans bled into my mouth, low and hungry, while our breathing grew loud enough to fill the room, sharp, uneven bursts that matched the drive of our bodies.
“That’s it, baby.” He slapped my ass hard. “I’m so close.”
The pace built without either of us meaning to, slower strokes giving way to heavier pressure, harder grinds. His thighs tensed under me, muscles jumping, the tension winding through him until it nearly vibrated in my bones.
He tipped his head back, parting his lips on a ragged gasp. His chest rose and fell hard, the veins in his throat standing out as he fought for breath. His Adam’s apple bobbed with each swallow. As I kissed and bit along the column of his neck, the tendons strained under my mouth.
Every sound he made vibrated against my lips. Each one spurred me to grind down harder, suck on his neck deeper, chasing the heat building low in my spine. I didn’t let up, kept my fist working us, kept my mouth on his body until his body locked beneath mine, and a deep, guttural sound ripped out of him.
“Fuck, Hud! Fuck!”
His release spilled hot between us, slicking my fist, my cock, our stomachs, and making the next stroke so smooth I nearly lost it right then. I used it, his cum, and smeared itover my cock. The slick heat made every stroke sharper, faster.
Matty’s eyes were locked on mine, dark and hungry, as he swiped his fingers through the mess on his stomach and brought them to my lips. I latched on without hesitation, sucking them into my mouth like I’d been starving for the taste of him.
“Fuck,” he groaned, dragging his free hand up my chest, brushing his thumb over one nipple before he pinched. My hips jerked hard, the pleasure punching straight through me.
I kept stroking, my fist flying now, the sloppy glide of his release making my thighs tense. He twisted my other nipple, and the coil in my gut snapped. White heat spilled over my fist as I clamped down my teeth on his fingers, muffling my shout.
