Hard Tail(71)
Matt seemed to melt in my arms. I pressed my lips to his, kissing him with a passion I hadn't even known I possessed. He answered, his arms tightening about me and his mouth devouring mine, invading it. Our erections pressed against each other with heat that seared even through our clothes. "God, I want to get you naked," I breathed as he released my mouth to gulp in air. I ran my hands up and down his back, then let them creep down to their favourite resting place, Matt's arse. "Is this too soon?" I asked, humping against him. "I mean, we've both just come out of relationships-"
"Yeah. Probably," Matt muttered, sucking on my left earlobe. "Maybe we ought to take things a bit slower." His hand slid down the back of my boxer briefs, which were all I was wearing under my dressing gown. Which, by the way, was beginning to feel way too hot.
"Be sensible about it. Don't try to-ah!" I gasped as Matt's finger slipped into my crack. "-walk before we can run."
"Take it easy," he breathed, nibbling a way along my jawline.
"Or," I suggested, grinding myself into him, "we could just fuck like bunnies and worry about it later."
"Sounds good to me." I felt Matt smile against my neck. "And anyway, you're the boss."
"I hope that doesn't mean you're going to throw me over for Jay as soon as he gets out of hospital."
"Nah-no offence to Jay, but he's really not my type." Matt nibbled at my collarbone. "Why would I want to swap when I've already got the best-looking one in the family?"
"Flattery will get you everywhere," I muttered weakly, overcome. "Can we take this upstairs?" I felt more than a little uncomfortable at the thought of getting up to anything-all right, anything more-in the kitchen with Adam snoozing in the next room. Plus, I hadn't seen Wolverine since I'd got back-he hadn't been on my bed-which meant he might slink through the cat flap at any moment. I wasn't anxious for a repeat of what had happened the last time I'd tried having sex in front of him.
"Yeah. Sure." Matt seemed to be having trouble speaking as we disengaged from our embrace. My prick strained obscenely at the front of my boxer briefs, a clear wet patch at its tip.
Matt reached down to give it a gentle caress, and my eyes fluttered shut. "Upstairs, now," I begged.
As we got to the bottom of the stairs, I took a quick peek into the living room, my dressing gown pulled shut just in case. This was really not the time to be sending mixed messages to Adam.
The man in question was flat out on the sofa, snoring gently while Wolverine purred in counterpoint from his lap. It looked like my ginger theory was a bust, anyway.
God, I hoped Wolverine hadn't really been defending my arse. Maybe I'd better lock the bedroom door, just in case.
There seemed to be twice as many stairs as usual, or maybe it was just that we couldn't keep our hands out of each other's clothes, which tended to hinder our progress a bit. When I finally shut the bedroom door behind us, I leaned on it for a moment in sheer relief, then let my dressing gown fall to the floor with a soft towelling thud. "Jeans. Off," I said succinctly.
Matt scrambled to comply, fumbling at his zip until it gave way. His baggy jeans slid easily to the floor, and I grabbed his hand as he stepped out of them. This would be the worst possible moment for him to trip and brain himself on the bedpost. It also made it easy to pull him back into my arms.
Matt was careful to avoid my major bruises as he returned the embrace, but I still winced as he put pressure on a sore patch of rib. "Fuck-sorry." He backed away from me with a look of concern. "Are you sure you're up for this?"
I gave a pointed glance down to my groin. "If I was any further up for this, I'd be coming already. I'm fine. Just-just don't stop," I begged. "And can we lose the underwear?"
Matt hooked his thumbs into his boxer shorts and gave a little wiggle as he pushed them down. It was so unbearably cute I couldn't wait to kiss him, so I grabbed him and pulled him tight against me, our lips pressed together and his naked cock burning a hole in my boxer briefs. Mindful of the fire risk, I held Matt with one hand and pushed them down with the other, fumbling a bit as the elastic caught over my erection.
"Oh, God," he breathed as our cocks finally got to say hello to each other. It was a fair comment. I wrapped a hand around us both, my whole body aflame and my head reeling.
I wanted him in so many ways, my mind was an unholy mess of pornographic images.
"Do you want me to suck you off?" Matt asked, and the images blurred and refocused into one, very specific picture.
"No," I said and dropped to my knees to take him in my mouth. The saltiness of his precome swept over my tongue like a tsunami. His cock seemed a lot bigger than it had in my hand, stretching my jaw wide, the head of it bumping the roof of my mouth. My only regret was that I couldn't fit even more of him in. Matt groaned. I wondered if it felt anything like as good for him as it did for me, just knowing who it was I had in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around Matt's cockhead and poked the tip into the slit.