Maybe I just had to trust my heart on this one and hope it knew what it was doing.
As we pulled into the drive, an excited throb of desire made my pulse kick up a notch. I tried to think about what I wanted from this evening and how far I was happy to go. It was a little strange to find myself considering whether I actually wanted to have penetrative sex, but then again, I’d always found myself wanting to take it slower with men I was interested in romantically.
If it was just a fling—something fun for the night or the weekend—I’d never had any qualms about fucking them or letting them fuck me, depending on what I wanted, but when I cared about someone, it was different.
I couldn’t explain why, but it was just how my brain worked. As soon as it smelt romance it wanted kissing and soft touchesbefore we went further. Maybe it was trying to figure out if my partner felt the same as me or how compatible we were. After all, if the sex was bad with a one and done, I could just leave and laugh about it with Marissa over a glass of wine. But with a boyfriend, it had the potential to make things more complicated.
We climbed out of the car and I followed Matty towards the front door, trying to keep the conversation light by asking random questions about rugby. I had no idea what I was talking about, but I wanted to say something. I wasn’t normally a nervous chatterer, and it almost irritated me that I’d suddenly become one.
It wasn’t like I had anything to be nervous about.
Except for the fact that if things went wrong between Matty and me, my entire life could explode spectacularly causing me to lose the career I’d spent the last ten or so years working towards, but I still wanted to do it anyway.
Okay, maybe I did have something to be worried about.
“Are you okay?” Matty asked as he put his bag on the floor, frowning as he took my hand and studied my face. “You seem nervous. If you don’t want to do anything, we don’t have to. There’s no expectation. We can just make dinner and watch someDrag Stars.”
“Ignore me. I’m getting in my head,” I said, closing the gap between us and putting my arms around him. I liked that he was shorter than me.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Not really. I’d rather you kissed me instead.”
Matty put his hand up to cup my jaw and leant closer, his breath ghosting across my face. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. Kiss me.”
His lips were hot and rough, and damn, was it everything I’d wanted since we’d parted that morning. His touch forced my worries away, locking them in a box where they could wait untillater. I sighed happily as his tongue licked across the seam of my mouth, pressing inside to brush against mine. A desperate feeling of want heated my skin, dispersing any lingering doubt and replacing it with need.
My kisses turned hungry as I gripped the back of his T-shirt, one hand sliding down to cup his arse and squeeze the firm muscle. Matty groaned and nipped my lip, his cock swelling against my hip.
We were still stood in the middle of the hallway just outside the playroom, and I needed us to be somewhere else. It didn’t matter where as long as I could push him down and play with him.
“Want to go upstairs?” Matty asked, breaking away to look up at me with burning eyes. He wanted this as much as I did.
“Sure.”
He grabbed my hand and began to pull me towards the stairs, his eagerness making me laugh. It felt good to be desired like this, as if something terrible would happen if he didn’t get his hands on me immediately.
I hadn’t been in his room before, there had been no need for me to be, and I was curious to see what it looked like. It was at the end of the corridor, and I got the impression of large windows on two walls, sage green paint, and a big wooden bed with white sheets and a deep green throw across the end before Matty pulled me in for another kiss. His fingers reached for the bottom of my T-shirt as he murmured, “Can I take this off?”
“Yes,” I said. “As long as you take yours off too.”
He pulled my shirt up and over my head. For once I didn’t have to worry about my glasses getting dislodged because I’d put contact lenses in. It also meant I’d be able to see every detail of his body without having to squint. “Fucking gorgeous,” Matty said as his fingers traced across my chest, casually rubbing histhumb over my nipple and drawing a breathy moan from my lips.
“Your turn.”
He smirked as he used one hand to pull his Knights T-shirt off, revealing a toned torso and muscled chest covered in dark red hair. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but the words were lost as I slammed my mouth into his. The two of us staggered backwards, the back of Matty’s knees catching on the edge of the bed. He went down and took me with him, and I barely managed to keep myself from head-butting him.
“Easy,” Matty said with a laugh.
“Sorry,” I said, rolling off him so I could climb properly onto the bed.
“Don’t be,” he said. “You’re right where I want you.”
He pounced, pinning me to the bed with his knee between my thighs and his hands on either side of my head. I grinned as I hooked my leg around him and sank my fingers into his hair, kissing him like my life depended on it. Our kisses had gone from hungry to downright wet, filthy, and desperate.
My cock ached in the confines of my jeans, straining against the tight material of my underwear. I groaned as I rolled my hips, trying to find any form of friction or relief. Matty moaned into my mouth as my dick ground against his, and that only made me want more.
