“How long do you have?” I asked, breaking the kiss for a second. My chest heaved as my mind raced, dreaming up and dismissing fantasies as fast as they appeared. The extravagant, mind-numbing, leg-shaking sex would probably have to wait until later. But we had time for something quick.
“Not long,” Matty said as he glanced up at the clock on the kitchen wall, which we had to help explain the very basic concept of time to Jack. “Maybe fifteen minutes before I need to leave again? If I’m too late for training, Tommy’ll have my head. I’ll be running laps for weeks.”
I smirked. “I can work with that. If you’ll let me.”
Matty spluttered and I loved the fact he was suddenly lost for words. “You don’t have to. I mean, we can but—”
“If you don’t want to do anything, we don’t have to,” I said, stepping back slightly. “But if you want, I will happily suck your dick before you have to leave.”
“I… fuck, I won’t be able to focus all afternoon.”
“I’m sure you will, especially if you know you get to come home to me.”
“That is a pretty good incentive.”
“I can make it sweeter.” I put my hands on his hips, hooking my thumbs over the waistband of his shorts. “Tonight I want you to put me on my knees and blow my fucking back out.”
“Yeah, sweetheart,” he said in a voice like liquid silk. “I can do that.”
I groaned as I leant in to steal another kiss, but as I went to drop to my knees, Matty stopped me. “Wait, remember the shower? I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
“I’ll be fine,” I said. “I don’t intend to be kneeling for long. And it doesn’t happen every time.”
“At least let me get you a cushion or something.”
He wasn’t going to relent and I didn’t want him to worry about me, so I nodded. Matty smiled and kissed me quickly, saying, “Thank you,” before striding out of the room and returning a few seconds later with one of the cushions from the sofa.
He put it on the floor in front of me and I felt myself getting hard as I watched him. I’d never imagined being cared for like this would turn me on so much, but it was nice to be with a man who thought of these things. Who remembered and made the effort.
It was sexy as fuck.
Carefully, I dropped to my knees in front of him, dragging his shorts down with me. The cushion shifted slightly under me, and while it wasn’t perfect, it was a hell of a lot better than the floor. And the sight in front of me was doing an excellent job of drawing my focus.
Matty was wearing a jockstrap under his shorts, the front straining as it tried to contain his cock. The scent of his musk and his sweat filled my senses, making my dick jump as I clenched, precum dripping into my underwear. I couldn’t help but lean closer and take a deep breath.
“You smell so good,” I said, quickly reaching behind my head to scrape my hair into a ponytail to keep it out of my face. The last thing I wanted was a mouthful of hair while I was sucking him.
“Yeah, you like that?”
“Yeah.” I looked up at him with hungry eyes. “You should come home without showering sometimes.”
“Fuck yeah, sunshine. I can do that.” Matty nodded and groaned, one hand tugging his shirt up so he could tease one of his nipples as his other hand pulled his hard cock out of the side of his jock, holding it out for me, precum glistening on the silken head.
I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, moaning as he slapped his thick cock on it. The filthy, wet sound filled the kitchen and my hips jerked slightly as I tried to find something to grind against. My jeans bulged as my erection strained against the fabric, my fingers digging into my thigh.
Matty moaned as I closed my lips around him, my tongue licking down his shaft and tasting his sweat. I loved the way he filled my mouth and stretched my lips, the way his scent set my body on fire and made me want to bend over the counter and beg him to fuck me or let him use me as a fucking toy. Either way, I wasn’t picky. I just wanted to make him come.
I sucked him deeper, bobbing my head and putting my hand on the back of his thigh to encourage him to fuck my face. As much as I wanted to take my time and savour every second, we didn’t have time. And I desperately wanted to taste Matty’s release on my tongue.
“Fuck, darling,” Matty said as he thrust into my mouth, his hand resting on my head to steady himself. “Got such a perfect mouth. Could fuck it for hours, use it to edge myself. Mmm, would you like that?” I moaned and tried to nod. “Thought you would. Such a dirty boy, just want to be mine to use, yeah? Let me play with you until you’re desperate and moaning, begging to come. Mmm, fuck, I need your cock again soon, sunshine. Loved the way it filled me up. Gonna fill you up too… let my cum drip down those perfect thighs of yours.”
I groaned, tightening my lips around his shaft and caressing him with my tongue as I took him as deep as I could.
“Fuuuck, such a perfect fucking mouth. Gonna come soon… Think you can swallow it all for me?”
I could only answer with a muffled moan as he thrust into my mouth, fucking me faster. Saliva dripped down my chin as his cock stretched my lips wide. If this was how he fucked my mouth, I couldn’t wait to get him inside my arse because I knew it was going to leave me breathless and shaking.
And as much as I wanted to jerk myself off now, I wasn’t going to. Because then I might be pent up enough to come untouched on his cock, and after what we’d been through in the last few days, I needed that more than anything. There was just something about getting off on a good dick that always made my head spin. It was one of my favourite things.
