He wraps a hand delicately around the base of my cock, gently tugging my foreskin back. I’m desperate to feel more, and my hips jerk as I try to fuck his fist, but he doesn’t tighten his grip.
“Stone,” he answers and darts his tongue across my slit, licking up my precum.
Matty’s hot breath on my sensitive crown warms me deep inside. Watching his face while he came was just as hot as I expected. His expression broke open with want and ecstasy and something so primal he could barely contain it.
That alone had been enough to push me toward climax. It was a reward I’d been craving since I met him, even though I didn’t fully admit that until now.
But now that I’m on the edge, ready to spray, he’s moving so slow it hurts. His soft lips caress my length as his tongue gently swirls around my tip, licking up each salty drop. Grunts escape from the bottom of my lungs as I jerk and thrust, but he keeps the suction light, teasing, almost playful.
Just like him.
I grab the back of his head, tangling my fingers in his hair. “Your lips feel so fucking good,” I groan.
Matty pulls his mouth up, his breath still hot on my tip. “Tell me you like it,” he breathes. “Tell me you want it.”
“I want it,” I groan, and he finally pushes his lips down to my whole length, like I earned it.
He cups my balls, massaging me while he drags his puffy lips up and down.
Once. Twice. Three times.
The slow suction is impossibly good, and the burning pleasure surges through me, forcing any conscious thoughts away. I’m riding the start of a climax, gushing with precum, but he denies me the friction I need for a full release. When he gives my balls a harder squeeze, I remember to talk, and my words come rushing out.
“Your lips are perfect,” I moan, dragging my hand down to his bicep and squeezing his muscles. “And your tight body. I want to feel you everywhere. I want to come all over you.”
Fuck, I’ve never talked like this in bed before. I’m normally dead quiet, but when Matty quickens his pace, I know he likes it, and that’s all the encouragement I need.
“I want you,” I groan. “I want you so bad, Matty. I want your lips and your cock and your ass and every fucking part of your perfect fucking body.” The words tumble out faster, and he tighten his grip, pumping me. “I want to make you come until you forget your own name.”
He moans on my cock and looks up as he sucks me down. The tilt of his eyes is needy and encouraging at the same time. When my crown lands against the back of his throat, the beat of the rhythm pushes me closer to the relief I desperately crave.
“You,” I moan again, my cock swelling. “I want you.”
Finally, he drags his fist as tight and fast as his lips. My hips thrust up hard, and my cock plunges into his throat. Matty lets out a whiny, needy moan that tingles down my spine and sparks my climax.
“Unnghhh!” My groan turns into a yell, and my apartment disintegrates around me. I tighten my fingers in Matty’s hair and spray my load into his mouth, unleashing torrents of cum that he greedily sucks down. He pulls on my sack, heightening the pleasure and forcing me to spasm beneath him.
“Holy shit,” I gasp, collapsing back against the couch while he swirls his tongue across my slit, teasing out my aftershocks.
Matty pulls his lips off with a popping noise, and when he looks up, he has a dazed, delirious look on his face and cum dripping out the corner of his mouth.
Fuck, that’s hot.
“Good?” he asks, that mischievous smile back on his face.
I grab him by the shoulders and pull him up to me, eager to feel the full heat of his skin against mine. “Better than good,” I answer.
I want to say more. I want to say the kinds of things I never let myself say to another person, promises to be there and to take care of him no matter what.
It must be the hormones or whatever, I figure. My brain is short-circuiting after an orgasm like the one I just had. So instead, I just pull him close. Matty curls into the crook of my arm, and I hold him to my chest as we lean back on the old couch, sweaty and sticky and happy together as darkness settles outside.
* * *
Two hours later and Matty is still hanging out at my apartment. I expected him to run away as soon as we were done hooking up, but damn, it’s nice that he didn’t.
I return to the living room with a couple more bottles of beer and slip in beside him on the couch. We’re both down to our boxer briefs, and I’ve pulled my wrinkled T-shirt back on, but we haven’t left the couch.
Immediately, Matty stretches his legs out across my lap. He’s messing with his phone and playing an old pop punk playlist through my Bluetooth, but he throws the device down when he takes the drink.
