Not that I minded that. I just needed more.
“Let me eat your arse,” I said, breathing the words against his lips as I slid my hand down his chest and around his waist. His arse was right there, firm and round and hairy. He’d played with mine last Sunday when we’d still had the house to ourselves, but I hadn’t gotten to return the favour and that was just unfair. And as much as I loved being spoiled by my partner, I was a giver as much as a taker.
“Fuck.” Matty groaned, kissing me fiercely in response.
“Is that a yes?” I asked, dipping my fingers into the cleft of his arse and brushing the tips of them over his hole. Matty moaned and broke away to bury his face in my shoulder, muffling the sound.
“Yes, it’s a fucking yes.”
“Then turn around.”
Matty did, putting his hand on the wall as he pushed his arse out towards me. The shower was still running, the water plastering the dark red hair to his skin. “Sorry if there’s still sand on the floor,” Matty said as I lowered myself to my knees. “It gets bloody everywhere.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’m not even thinking about it.”
I was too focused on how good his arse looked to be worried about sand. It was low down on my list of priorities, under the vague warning light flashing lazily in the back of my mind reminding me how much my joints hated being in this position for a long time.
I ran my hands up his thighs, the firm muscle reminding me how long Matty spent in the gym every week, and leant forward to teasingly nip his butt cheek before pulling them apart to reveal his waiting, hairy hole. The sight of it made mycock throb, precum dripping onto the tiles as I buried my face between his cheeks, revelling in the smell of him.
He cursed as I flicked my tongue across the furled skin, the musky taste making me moan. I loved eating arse, loved the earthy, musky taste of men and the way they sounded as they fell apart. Sure, sucking cock was fun, but to me it had nothing on burying my face in a man’s arse, eating him open, and fucking him with my tongue.
Matty gasped as I licked and sucked the sensitive skin, saliva dripping down my chin. I wasn’t aiming for soft and delicate; I was aiming to make his head spin with an onslaught of pleasure. I pressed my tongue against his opening, nudging his rim and flicking my tongue over it. He tasted so fucking good I wanted to do this every night.
And I would if he’d let me.
“Fuck… just like that,” Matty murmured, his words almost lost in the rushing sound of the water. But I got the message because he reached back with one hand, fumbling for the top of my head and trying to press me deeper into his arse. I groaned, my smirk lost as I pushed my tongue inside him and began fucking him with it.
My cock throbbed and I reached down to stroke myself slowly, just to take the edge off. I didn’t want to come, not yet, but I needed something to help me focus. My knees were already aching, the warning light in the back of my mind starting to flash red. I knew I should probably stop or the pain would get worse, but at times like this I was terrible at listening to my body.
I didn’t want to stop—I wanted to make Matty come.
I’d deal with the consequences later.
“Stroke your cock,” I said, pulling back just far enough to spit the hoarse words out. “I want to feel you come on my tongue.”
Matty groaned and pushed his hips towards me, chasing my tongue. I was happy to give him what he wanted.
I buried my face into his arse, alternating sucking and licking his rim with tongue fucking his soft hole. The muffled slap of skin on skin reached my ears as he began to jerk off, his body shaking as he chased his release. My hand was still on my dick, stroking myself in time with my tongue as I imagined fucking him.
“Harper,” Matty said, barely gasping out my name. “I’m… fuck, getting close.”
My response was the briefest hum because I didn’t want to stop what I was doing. I hated when I was close and told my partner that, only for them to do something different. It was not cool. If I told someone I was going to come, I wanted to fucking come. I’d never been a big fan of being edged; it just didn’t appeal. Sex was the one time I could be a bit impatient and selfish, and to me that meant getting to come as soon as I wanted.
I groaned as my hand flew over my cock, pumping it faster as I fucked Matty with my tongue, the taste and scent of him flooding my senses. My knees ached, my calves going numb, but I pushed that away. We were both so close, we just needed…
Matty groaned as he came, the sound bouncing off the tiles as his hole pulsed around my tongue, and fuck, I wanted to know what that felt like around my cock. I moaned as I licked his rim, my balls tightening as I chased my release.
I was so close… my orgasm was right there… and then my joints decided enough was enough.
“Fuck,” I cried as pain lanced up my leg, and I wobbled to one side and slid onto the tiles. My ankles ached and so did my knees, the chewing gum I had in place of proper ligaments making everything worse.
“Harper? Are you okay?” Matty asked, turning on the spot and dropping down in front of me. His hair was plastered to his face and he looked a bit like a sodden lion. It made me chuckle.
“Yeah, fine,” I said as I took his hand and tried to convince my body to stand. It did, but my feet were tingling and my legs were numb, my knees aching as I tried to stretch everything out. “Just sore. Sorry.”
“Don’t apologise,” Matty said softly, pulling me against his chest and giving me something to lean on. “What happened?”
“Just my joints being dicks. It happens.” I sighed. “Probably shouldn’t have knelt on the floor. Next time I’ll make sure we’re on a bed.”
