Matt’s teeth scraped against Jesse’s neck, and all the while his thigh was hot and heavy against Jesse’s cock. Jesse let out a stifled moan, and Matt pulled back, which wasnotwhat Jesse had wanted. But Matt looked down at him, and Jesse saw when the fierceness of arousal in his eyes flickered, allowing a smile to surface as he looked at Jesse.
Something in Jesse shattered into a thousand pieces. Shattered, but Matt was holding him together.
And then that moment was over, Matt’s mouth hot at the join of his neck, sucking, biting, and they needed to get nakednow.He fumbled with the buttons on Matt’s shirt, and thankfully Matt got with the program and shrugged out of it. Then Matt yankedat Jesse’s t-shirts, getting a fistful of fabric and dragging them up, only to find more underneath.
“Fuck, Jesse,” he muttered, ripping the next one over his head. “How many fucking shirts are you wearing?”
“You never learn that patience is a virtue, Urban?” Jesse shot back, but his voice broke into a groan when Matt finally hit skin. Rough fingertips skimmed over him, exploring, teasing, leaving trails of fire everywhere they touched.
Jesse could barely think by the time Matt was pressing him, guiding him backward until his knees hit the edge of the bed.
Then they were down, Jesse on his back, Matt above him, and it was the best thingever.The heat, the weight, the solid press of Matt above him. Jesse arched up instinctively, needing more.
“Fuck,”he got out, before all words were lost, turning into a long, low moan as Matt’s long fingers worked open the buttons on Jesse’s jeans. He drew them off, and really, Jesse should be doing something other than lying there, achingly hard and unashamedly needing under Matt’s eyes, which were sweeping over his body as if it was the best thing he’d ever seen.
Then Matt’s big hands were on his thighs, pressing them open, and his head lowered, his tongue flicking out against Jesse’s cock until Jesse stopped breathing. Couldn’t doanythingexcept sobyes, andfuck, andpleaseas Matt slid his mouth down, taking Jesse all the way in. The heat of his mouth, the way he was sucking him—Jesse groaned and thumped his head back against the pillow to stare unseeingly at the ceiling. Had to, because if he watched Matt’s mouth—those fuckinglips—on his cock, he’d lose it.
He managed to change his litany long enough to choke out a sharp, urgent, “Matt.”Because he wanted the first time he came with Matt to be when Matt was inside him. For him to be claiming Jesse.
Matt instantly released him and looked up, his lips shiny and wet.
Jesse practically bit his tongue in his effort not to speak. His words would have given away too much. He couldn’t tell Matt what he wanted—that would give him power over Jesse. But Matt moved up the bed, propped on one elbow and stroked the hair back from Jesse’s face. “Okay?” he asked.
And goddammit, it was all Jesse could do not to cry. “Would be if you’d fuck me,” he got out, and then any thought about weakness or tears fled, because Matt’s eyes… He looked like he wanted to devour Jesse and maybe have Jesse devour him right back.
Reminded he’d been doing nothing more than squirming under Matt’s attentions, Jesse set to stripping Matt’s jeans off. But it took a whole lot longer than he’d anticipated, because every part of Matt was beautiful. Every part needed kissing and licking. Even the long scars down his right thigh somehow made him look even more beautiful—silver tracery on a field of golden skin.
And he needed to find out exactly what Matt put in his coffee to have those thoughts floating around his brain. But that was for later—right now, he needed to get Matt naked. Once he had, he took a moment just to look. Matt’s cock was big, heavy, and already wet at the head. Knowinghe’dbrought Matt to this was amazing.
Not as amazing as when Matt was on top of him again, the heat of his cock pressing against Jesse’s, leaving Jesse arching up helplessly, needing more, needing everything Matt would give him. “Fuck,” he got out, before all words were lost.
Matt’s mouth was at his neck once more, teeth and tongue hot and urgent. As their bodies rolled against one another, Matt growled, the sound quivering against Jesse’s skin.
But then Matt lifted off him, leaving Jesse to thud his head back against the pillow in frustration. “Damn it tohell, Urban.”
Matt glanced back from where he was reaching out to the nightstand, his eyes dark but a smile flickering around his lips. “Do youeverstop complaining?” he asked, opening the bottle and tilting it till the liquid inside oozed over his fingers, slow and so goddamn teasing.
“Wouldn’t have to complain if you’d just stop your teasing and get on with—fuck.” Jesse arched back on the bed, because Matt was sliding his fingers back and forth, stroking them over his hole. It wassogood, but not enough.
He arched up as Matt’s finger pushed inside him. The lube was cold, but Jesse was so overheated that it was perfect. Matt knew exactly what he was doing, and just as Jesse was beginning to pant with need, he slid another finger in, until Jesse was being opened up and filled, an unmistakable promise of what was to come.
He was nearly helpless under the onslaught as Matt alternated between fucking his fingers in and twisting them. Jesse was writhing and moaning incoherently, fists clenched in the bedding beneath him.
When Matt finally withdrew his fingers, Jesse just had enough sense left to remember. “Condom.”
Matt stared at him. “We don’t need one.”
Jesse frowned. PrEP wouldn’t stop other STIs, even if he’d been able to afford it in the first place.
Evidently seeing his confusion, Matt clarified what he’d just said. “Enhanced healing ring a bell? Our immune system kills infections before they can spread.”
Jesse was desperate for Matt to get back to what he’d been doing, those long fingers driving Jesse out of his mind, but this wasimportant,damn it. “That can’t be right.”
Matt’s eyes crinkled at the corners. “Some would say it’s not possible for a person to turn into a wolf, yet here we are. I swear, Jesse, it’s true. There are some things our bodiescan’theal—severe injuries, serious organ damage, or something so aggressive our bodies can’t fight it off, but the other stuff? We don’t need to worry about it.”
Jesse narrowed his eyes, trying to weigh Matt’s truthfulness through the mist of lust in his brain. There was no lie in his eyes. Oh, God, if it was true condoms weren’t needed, Jesse had wasted so much time. So many times when he could have been fucked with nothing to diminish just how good it felt to have a cock deep inside him.
“Well, what the hell are you waiting—” he started, and then broke off into a high-pitched moan that fought its way through his suddenly clenched teeth, because with no further warning, Matt was pushing home inside Jesse, slowly but inexorably. He was so big and it felt so good without anything between them that Jesse thought he might die.
