For a while, Matthew remained sprawled on the bed and did nothing but think. His phone didn’t buzz. The overhead fan whirred, and he followed the path of its blades until he was dizzy. Flecks of stubborn glitter speckled the ceiling. Underneath his palms, the nest of sheets and blankets he lay on was soft—Matthew traced his fingers over the ridges of the waffle pattern, glad for something else to focus on other than the embarrassing text he’d sent, his erection, and the fact that he’d fallen for a total stranger. Outside his cabin, the music from the reception had stopped. All that remained were the sounds of small waves breaking against the cabin’s support beams and the distant caw of gulls. Matthew sucked in a breath and tasted the salt on the air. When he closed his eyes, he imagined the night sky, the stars silver pearls in an empty sea.
It was okay to freak out. It was okay to feel like a fool. It was even okay to hurt.
What wasn’t okay was hiding, even if he wanted to curl up in a ball and never see the light of day again.
Emily deserved a better role model than that.
Matthew’s phone buzzed, tickling his ribs. In an instant he had it in hand only to find nothing—no new text, no new emails, not even a notification from one of his apps that sent out daily reminders. It had been a phantom vibration. Disappointed yet relieved, Matthew put his phone down and let out a final sigh. Damien wasn’t going to get back to him, and that was okay. In fact, it was probably for the best. The more distance he put between himself and the situation, the better. It meant he could heal, and—
This time, his phone buzzed for real. The message was from The Galaxy’s Best.
Baby boy, what are you doing using language like that?
Another text followed the first.
You know you don’t have to beg. You never have to beg. Not with me.
Another.
Come here. Come sit on my lap. I’ll give you what you want.
Matthew’s heart reached its limit. Overworked, it skipped a beat, stumbled, and fell on its face, spilling its excitement through his body. His cock throbbed. An image of Damien seated in a wide armchair and dressed in a fine suit entered his mind, the knot of his tie pulled loose and his shirt open. His belt, undone, hung on either side of his thighs, tugging down his unzipped fly. While he still wore underwear, Damien had pulled his thick cock out through the flap. That hardened piece of perfection stood at the ready for Matthew, inviting him to play.
And oh, did Matthew want to.
I’m already naked. I was waiting for you.Matthew wasn’t, so as the text sent, he hurriedly chucked off his shirt and shimmied out of his pants and briefs. The touch of cotton against his prick was enough to send him on a collision course with release, which Matthew combated by lying still and silent, focusing on his throbbing heart instead of the wicked thoughts in his head. When he was sure he wasn’t in danger of losing control, he resumed the conversation.What are you going to do with me when I straddle your thighs?
Oh, baby boy, what aren’t I going to do with you?
Matthew whimpered. Aching for Damien’s touch, he wrapped his hand around his shaft and started to pump slowly but steadily, imagining that it was Damien’s larger, sturdier hand rather than his own. As Matthew touched himself, more texts from Damien arrived.
First I’d take you by the hips, guide you down so that tight hole of yours meets my cock. For a while, I’d only let them kiss—you can’t rush things like this, you know. I want your body to be ready for the second I decide to make you my own.
After that, I’d push inside—just the tip—to let you feel how full you’ll be. I’d let you wiggle and squirm while I keep you in position, fucking you slowly, making sure you memorize the way I feel before I push in the rest of the way and truly make you mine.
A tender moan curled in Matthew’s throat. He bucked his hips, pushing into his hand, but it wasn’t enough. What he needed was Damien. The weight of his body, the heat of his breath against the dip of Matthew’s shoulder, the tug of his teeth on Matthew’s lip, the possessive firmness of his hands…
But once you sink down and take me to my hilt?Damien continued.Once I’m all the way inside of you, and your eyes are glazed over with wild lust? The rest is up to you, baby boy. The power is all yours. If you want my knot and all the cum I can give you, you’re going to have to be a good boy and work for it. Can you do that? Can you be a good boy and ride my dick so I can come inside you?
Yes.Matthew’s hand trembled. Orgasm ballooned in his gut, tightening his groin and clenching his stomach.
I love that,Damien replied.I love that you’re my good boy, Matthew. I always want you to be good.
And I always wanna be good. Wanna be so good for you.
No matter how long it took, he’d work his hips and his ass to bounce on Damien’s cock. He’d take him as deep as he could, then lift himself on trembling thighs until all that remained inside of him was Damien’s tip. If he had to, he’d loop his arms around Damien’s neck for stability and work until his limbs were too weak to support him any longer. Even then, he’d wiggle and perk his ass, giving Damien that stimulation he needed.
And he’d do it all stretched on his cock, knowing that soon, Damien would knot him and fill Matthew with all the cum he wanted.
With a desperate, throaty cry, Matthew rolled over and bucked into his hand. Sweat beaded his brow and cooled his overheated body. What he wouldn’t give to be able to present his ass to Damien—to feel the exquisite sting as Damien stretched and claimed him and the rush of pleasure as he pushed inside. Ass up, face down, Matthew continued to thrust into his hand, imagining Damien’s weight pushing into him from behind and his girth sinking deep into his gut.
Another vibration. Another text.
I’m gonna give you my knot, sweet boy. I love how good you are to me… love how you make me feel.
Another.
Fuck, I’m coming.
