"You say the sweetest things." He grins down at me, making me laugh. I love how we shift between seriousness and laughter. Even during sex, we're so comfortable with each other. I shimmy my hips. "If you don't get inside me right fucking now, I'm going to get a lot less sweet."
"Mmm, patience, lover," we're getting there." He gives me an evil smile as he takes a lube-covered finger and gently presses against my entrance. I arch my back again and press down into him as he slides it further inside me.
"Oh god yes, more, like that," I rasp as he moves and his finger brushes my prostate, nearly making me blow everything right there as my vision whites out for a second.
He slides another finger inside me, refusing to be hurried along, no matter how much I beg. "We need to make sure you're ready for me. Because I'm not going to be gentle with you." he whispers, and I groan.
Finally, after what feels like a lifetime, he slides his fingers out and replaces them with his condom-covered cock. We both let out deep groans as he slips inside me without much resistance. Even with all the prep he insisted on, it burns, and I suck in my breath as he pauses, running his hands up and down my thighs, whispering gentle, soothing words. It only takes a minute before I'm grinding down on him, begging for more. He sinks deeper into me, filling me so much I almost can't breathe. I remember from that first night how this feeling changed from weirdly overwhelming to burning, aching need so fast, and sure enough, the same thing happens this time.
"Move, please, move," I beg urgently, and for once he doesn't tease or argue, but moves inside me. Slowly at first, but soon it isn't enough. "I need more, faster, please." I whine. He obliges, pulling almost all the way out of me before slamming back in, hard. I moan, taking one hand and bracing myself against the headboard, so I don't bang my head with the force of his thrusts. I wrap my other hand around my cock, jerking myself in time with Case's thrusts. The need and pressure inside me grows until I feel like I might explode with need.
"Case, I can't wait, I'm gonna come."
"Do it," he demands. "Come for me, now." The commanding tone of his voice pushes me right over the edge with a scream. Case tenses at the same time, and we fall off that cliff together, the sensations hitting me like a tidal wave and causing my vision to close in.
"Oh god, oh god, oh my god," I gasp as Case collapses onto me. His heart is pounding so hard I can feel it against my own chest as we lie together in a sweaty, come-covered heap while we catch our breaths.
After a few minutes, he goes into the bathroom and cleans us both up with a warm towel when he returns. Then he climbs back into bed and I curl into him, my head resting on his chest.
Gently dragging my fingers through his chest hair, I let myself drift on the pleasant endorphins, feeling dreamy and blissed out.
He shifts underneath me, and I lift my head so I can see his face. His eyes are earnest when he searches mine. “Matthew, that was… amazing. It’s never been like that for me. I-” he swallows and looks away briefly before returning his eyes to mine. “I’ve never experienced that kind of- connection.. I don’t want to freak you out.. I just…”
“I know, Case. I feel the same.” I plant a gentle kiss on his lips before resting my head back on his chest. The steady rhythm of his heart beneath my ear grounds me. I’m not sure what’s happening between us. It’s something I’m not sure either of us is ready to face.
As I’m drifting off to sleep, I finally admit to myself that I’m all in with this man. If he wants me, I’m there for him. I’ve been trying to hold part of myself back, but tonight I gave him everything. I don’t know how, or even if it could ever work, but there’s no holding back for me now. He’s got my heart, and there is no guarantee he’ll give me his in return.
Chapter 18
CASE
Christmasmorningdawnsbrightand sunny. For the first time since I’ve been here, the sunshine is pouring through the bedroom window. It feels amazing, and I take a moment to stretch like a cat before fully waking up. Matt stirs beside me, and I smile as he lets out a noise that sounds like a purr as he also stretches in the sunlight. He is so fucking cute when he first wakes up. This is my favorite time with him: before he’s put on his mask for the day to become the perfect corporate titan that the rest of the world sees, he’s just Matt. Sweet, goofy, slightly insecure, and kind. He’s amazing. I feel like my heart is expanding when I look at him, like I'm the Grinch or some shit. My heart grows two sizes. He blinks at me sleepily, and a soft smile appears on his face. "Merry Christmas," he murmurs.
"Merry Christmas to you." I lean over and plant a kiss on him. Last night was incredible, and looking at him this morning, I have no idea how I'm going to let him go in a few days.
“MMmph, morning breath,” he mumbles against my mouth.
“I don’t give a tiny rat’s ass about morning breath,” I mumble back, and deepen the kiss. I can feel him hardening against me as I pull him close and roll us, so I'm lying on my back with him lying on top of me.
We lie there and trade leisurely kisses for a little while until he pushes away from me, and shifts so he's straddling my hips.
“This is going to sound cheesy, but it’s Christmas, so I don’t give a fuck,” he says, running his palms over my chest. “This Christmas, my gift was the storm that brought you here. I’m so grateful you’ve been here for the last few days, Case. I don’t know what’s going to happen with us now that real life is catching up, but no matter what, you’ve made the last few days amazing, and I'll always remember them. Thank you.”
My throat gets tight and I have to swallow down the tears that threaten to well up. I reach up and grab the back of his neck, pulling down into another kiss.
“I feel the same way.” I say, looking up at him and I'm sure everything I'm feeling is written all over my face. “These few days have been amazing." I swallow hard again, and before I can talk myself out of it, I blurt out what I've been thinking. "This sounds crazy, especially coming from me," I start, "but I don’t think I want this to be over when we leave. I know it won't be easy, living hundreds of miles apart, but maybe we can find a way to make a long-distance thing work?”
I can’t believe I’ve just laid things on the line and told him I want more. Do I? And how the hell will it even work? It's not like either of us can up and move cities easily. But the thought of letting him go in the next couple of days and just returning to life as it was before… It doesn't even compute.. Whether I like it or not, my life isn’t the same as it was. These last few days have changed everything.
Matt looks surprised when he realizes what I’m asking. But something in my belly warms when his face lights up with a smile.
“Really? You want to do a long distance thing?” He asks, looking both happy and puzzled.
I reach up and graze my fingertips across his jaw as he searches my eyes.
“I have no idea what it will look like. I don’t know how we’ll make it work, but I just know I don’t want to let you go when we have to leave here. I… I think we can figure it out. If that’s something you would want.”
Matt chews on his bottom lip for a moment, like he always does when he’s nervous, but then he meets my gaze, and his eyes tell me what I want to know.
