Matt laughs. “Shit. That’s awesome.”
“There’s more,” Jack says, “I just got a call fromAmerican Morning, you know, the morning news show out of LA? They want to fly you and Theo out to do a cooking segment. They want it fast too, to capitalize on both the video and you judging the cooking championship.”
“Slow down, Jack.” Matt looks over at me, his fingers lacing with mine.
“Sorry. Listen, take a look at how the video is doing, then what I am sending over to you from their team. It lays out what they want.”
Matt gives me a kiss before hanging up with Jack. “Let’s see what this is all about.” He collects his laptop, and I admire his naked ass as he crosses the room.
Together, we watch the video.
Matt and I work well together, in tandem as I talk about bread science. Piper, or Liam, highlighted Matt tying the apron around me. I have to admit—it’s swoony. And entertaining.
“I like the parts where you look at me like you want to jump me.” Matt clicks it off so the video doesn’t loop for a third time.
I feel my cheeks heat. The heart eye emoji has nothing on how I look at Matt in that video.
“This is a lot, Matt.” I scroll through the comments under the video on my phone. There are a few homophobic ones sprinkled in, but not many.
“Hey.” He shuts the laptop, pulling my face toward his. “We haven’t really discussed what’s next, Theo. It doesn’t have to be this. It can be whatever you want. God knows that someone else will go viral, and it can pass us by.”
“It would be good for Summit House.”
“Summit House already has a two-year wait-list.”
I wrap my arms around him for a kiss, putting all of the fear, all the hope for the future, and all my love into it, until he’s carefully placing the laptop on the bedside table.
“We haven’t talked about what’s next. Summit House or anything else. We haven’t even fucked properly, not yet.”
Matt rolls me underneath him, pinning me with his body. “Maybe I want to fuck improperly, sugar.” He captures my laugh with a kiss. “I love you, Theo. Sex or viral videos or your next professional move won’t change that. I need you to know before any of those other things are even on the table to discuss, much less do.”
I trace my hands over his chest. “I’m offering myself up to you, Matt. If you think I’m too skinny or you just aren’t interested, I would understand.” I know that’s not the case. He wants to take things slow, give me options, make sure I know my own mind. And I just want him to get in me and stay there.
Matt lets out a laugh that rings off the walls. “No. Couldn’t you see on that video, sweetheart? I wish you could see yourself the way—” Matt turns his head and stares over his shoulder, and the expression on his face when he looks back makes me hard and shivery.
He kisses me into a haze, and I clutch him to me when he gets up.
“One second, sugar.” Matt moves something around. I don’t bother to look up, too busy stilling my racing heart and calming down my body. Right when I think I have it under control, Matt leans his big body over mine with the ease of all the rock climbing and yoga he does. I light up, warmth and need racing through me. “Come here, hands and knees, sweetness.”
I scramble to obey, and his big, warm hands place me where he wants me on the bed. He’s behind me, and I’m facing away from the headboard.
“Ohhhh.” I can’t help myself, moaning shamelessly when his scruff meets my ass and he licks a long, warm stripe over my hole. With his hands on my ass, he licks and kisses and sucks my entrance into relaxed submission while I bury my face in the pillows.
“Look up, baby. Watch yourself.”
Confused, I obey, head swimming with need. He propped the full-length mirror from the other side of the room against the wall facing the bed.
I can see him behind me, head bobbing, and my blissed-out expression—wanton and ready. My cock bounces in the air. Matt’s constant praise in bed is one thing. This is . . .something even more. My eyes roll back as he continues his ministrations.
When he pulls away, I don’t even try to keep in the needy whimper.
Turning my back to the mirror, I take the lube he hands me. He sits, legs spread wide across the corner of the bed, feet on the floor. I shimmy in his lap, running my hands up and down his shaft, coating him well while he kisses me.
“Any more and I’m going to come.” He stills my hands and turns me back to the mirror, my back to his chest. “Do you know why I waited for this, Theo? It’s because I love you. And I’ve never felt that way for someone before. It’s scary to want someone like I want you. I didn’t want it to be an escape or a goodbye.”
Before I can do more than turn around, Matt gently presses his chest to my spine, and the wide head of his cock lines up against my hole. My body moves to push back, to get him inside of me, but he holds my hips firmly.
“Slowly, sugar.” A hand trails over my thigh, his fingertips playing with my balls as his other hand guides my hips. “Remember I don’t even fit in your mouth, Theo.”
