I pulled away from him and wiped saliva and spit from my chin with my arm. “Condom. Lube. Now.”
We were clearly on the same page. I won. He won. We both won. All that mattered was burying myself inside him. He reached for his bedside table, tossing things from the draweruntil he found a strip of condoms and a small bottle of lube. He thrust them back at me. I took note of the condom brand, my nose wrinkling. He’d been using that brand since high school, and I’d never liked them. But beggars couldn’t be choosers, and I needed him. I needed himnow.
I ripped the condom wrapper with my teeth and slid it over my length. “Do you need me to—”
“Get your dick inside me now, Matthew Bennett,” he growled, hoisting himself up to his hands and knees.
Holy fucking hell. I needed him to talk to me like that when he was in control sometime. That bossy voice was working for me, and I was helpless to deny him anything he wanted when he used it. I lubed up my latex covered dick and lined the head of my cock up to his entrance. I began to push inside him. Once I got past the ring of muscle, the glide was easy. I wanted to go slow, to take my time and savor this, but the moment he started pushing back against me, I knew it was a lost cause.
Within moments, I was fully seated. I pulled out and pushed back in, slow and deep. He was so tight and hot around me, and I was so keyed up from exploring his body. I didn’t know how long I was going to last, not with how good he felt. At least I could take some comfort knowing that he had to be as keyed up as I was, as close to the edge already. He began to meet me thrust for thrust, and soon, our bodies were moving in harmony toward pleasure. His bedroom filled with the sound of skin slapping, our moans, and the strong scent of sex.
Our bodies kept colliding, and I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him up against my sweaty chest. The change in angle let me go deeper, and it made me see stars as I fucked into him. “Not going to last long,” I warned him.
“Close.” I didn’t know if it was a question or a statement, and I didn’t know that it mattered either. I needed to feel him cum,to get him off. I wrapped a hand around his cock and began to stroke in time to my thrusts. “So fucking close,” he moaned.
It took a few more strokes before I felt his channel tighten around me, felt the heat of his release over my fist. I fucked him through it until both of our knees gave out. He collapsed onto the mattress, and I followed him, fucking him deeper and erratically as I moved closer and closer to the edge of bliss.
I came so hard I saw planets that NASA hadn’t even discovered yet. It was an out-of-body experience. It was the best orgasm of my life, and I didn’t feel like it would ever end.
When it finally did, I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even pull out. My breath came in hard pants against his neck. My heart pounded like I’d just run a marathon. I could feel every cell in my body. I could feel Noah heaving underneath me, struggling to catch his breath. I didn’t know how long we laid there, just that when I finally pulled out, I was half soft. I tied off the condom and tossed it into the trash can he kept by the bed.
“Wow,” I gasped.
“Yeah.” I collapsed onto my back, and he nestled into my chest. “You lost, by the way.”
“You gave in.”
“I won,” he singsonged. “Meaning tomorrow, my choice.”
“Only if you prove you have a tattoo.”
He laughed and sat up. He moved closer to the light and pointed out a small emerald green dot, almost the exact shade of his eyes, on his right pelvic bone. I must have kissed over it in my exploration, my mind rationalizing it as one of the freckles or beauty marks that decorated his body. “See. Right there.” He grinned a wicked grin. “Started moving my hand when you got close. I was not losing.”
12
Matt’sarmtwitchedbesideme. I felt the heat of his body move away from mine, and I tightened my arms around him, not bothering to open my eyes. I was still mostly asleep, and I didn’t want to lose the feeling of his body pressing against mine. Then he jerked again. My eyes burst open. Faint light came through the curtains, illuminating him enough that I could see stress etched onto his gorgeous face. Every muscle in his body was tense, even as he twitched away from me.
“Matt,” I whispered. “Baby.” Another whimper, and alarm bells sounded in my head. “Matthew? Matt, wake up.”
It took a few more tries, a few more whispers of his name and gentle strokes of his muscular arms before his eyes fluttered open. Even in my dimly lit bedroom, I could see the panic. “No fire?” he whispered, his voice still thick with sleep.
“No fire,” I promised him. He turned in my arms and wrapped himself around me.Clung to mewould probably be a better description of what he was doing. I stroked his messy brown hair and planted a kiss on his forehead. “Bad dream?”
“I couldn’t get out,” he told me. “The fire. It was in my room, and I couldn’t get out. My ducks were laughing at me, and I could hear people trying to get to me. Hear you trying to get to me. I couldn’t get out.” His voice cracked, and I was taken back to the night in front of his building. His voice had cracked then, too, and he’d clung to me just as desperately. Like he was trying to prove to himself that I was real, that we both were.
“It’s okay,” I assured him. “There’s no fire. You’re safe. You’re at my place, and you’re safe.”
He shuddered in my arms, and I felt the warmth of his tears on my shoulder. My heart ached for my beautiful boyfriend as he cried in my arms. I couldn’t do anything to help him other than whisper reassurances that he was okay, that he was safe, that even if there were another fire, his rubber ducks would not climb out of their bins and mock him. I didn’t even know if I was helping him, or if I was whispering what I thought were sweet nothings but were just failing attempts at sweetness.
I was a little rusty on the whole boyfriend thing.
His body stopped shaking in my arms eventually. His tears stopped. His breath evened, and before I knew it, he had fallen back asleep. But I was wide awake. I couldn’t fall back asleep, even if it hadn’t been close to my normal wake up time. My eyes were trained on his relaxed face, on the tear streaks on his red cheeks, and the way he looked so much younger when he slept. I memorized the way the shadows shifted on his face as the sun rose and lit up the room, the small shifts as he slept, the little snores and snuffles he made.
I had never watched anyone sleep before. In fact, I’d always thought it sounded creepy and boring, but it wasn’t. Watching him sleep filled me with a calm and peace that I didn’t understand. Maybe it was a remnant of his nightmare, of the way he woke up, or maybe I’d been more affected by the fire than I’d thought, too.
Matt didn’t mention his nightmare, and I didn’t know how to bring it up either. I waited that entire day and the next one, but he seemed determined not to mention it. Maybe he’d forgotten about it, or maybe he justwantedto forget. I didn’t know what the case was, but I knew I needed to follow his lead on this one.
I kept an eye on him all weekend, but I didn’t notice any lingering effects of his nightmares. There were no unsightly bags under his eyes. He wasn’t getting up more in the middle of the night, and he didn’t seem to have any trouble falling asleep. That, of course, could have been due to the fact that ever since we’d slept together Thursday night, he couldn’t keep his hands to himself.
