I just stand there, my breath heavy, my mind reeling, and my dick half hard.
ChapterTwenty Three
Matt
What the fuck just happened? He doesn’t get it. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.
All these thoughts cycle through my head as I follow after Oliver to his bedroom because…well, how can I not?
He threw his shirt on his way to the room and is now busy removing his pants and underwear. When they’re on the floor, he climbs on the bed, lies there like a fucking buffet, and watches me through his lashes.
My hands fist with the need to touch him. I can feel my restraint crumbling. I look at him, his challenging expression, his pebbled nipples, his hard cock, all right within reach. I don’t even remember why I’m standing at the door.
I walk in.
When I reach his nightstand, he announces, “No clothes over that line.” He points at my foot.
I train my eyes on him, more wolf now than human.
His eyes widen.
“Baby, you should stop poking the bear when you’re inside his cage,” I say, my voice low, rough.
He shivers at my words.
I slowly remove my sneakers, then pull off my T-shirt. His eyes follow every move. I pull my pants and underwear down in one swift motion.
He gasps when he sees me fully hard.
I crawl over his body until I completely cover him, his big, blue eyes looking at me with desperation.
“I want you to remember you asked for this,” I warn.
I lick his neck, his skin warm against my tongue. He groans low and pulls my head up until our lips touch.
Any semblance of control I had is now gone. I'm swallowing him. My tongue feels rough against his soft lips. When I don’t gain access right away, I nip at his bottom lip.
He opens his mouth wide, letting me take over. I love that feeling too much. I wrap my hand around his wrists and pull them up with one hand. Then I fully lean down on him.
He groans. I pull back.
“Okay?” I ask.
He nods. I look into his eyes for a second and breathe. I need to calm the fuck down. I breathe again and let his hands go.
I kiss down his body, feeling the warmth of his skin on my lips. Tasting the softness. Taking in his scent.
When my mouth is hovering over his very hard, leaking dick, and I smell his arousal, my erection registers a strongly worded complaint. I’m all but ready to fuck him into oblivion.
But I want to taste him.
I softly lick him. He shivers, whimpering.
I takehim inside my mouth. I grab his ass with both hands and pull him up, giving him permission to use my mouth.
“Fuck, that’s fuck—” he groans, continuing to move his hips in small thrusts. I take him to the back of my throat, his cock, his smell, his taste choking me. Consuming me.
I watch him, his eyes focused on my mouth.
