Page 9 of Morning Walks & Midnight Talks

Then came the bedroom.

The king-size bed took up most of the space. The covers were neatly tucked in—almost too perfectly—as if to say that I didn't want Matt to expect anything more than a simple tour. There were more books here, too, some clothes in a half-open dresserdrawer, and a lamp on the nightstand casting a golden pool of light across the room.

I turned to him, trying to read his expression. “And… that’s the tour.”

He looked around, then at me. “I like it.” His gaze lingered—not on the room, but on me.

“So, should we open those beers, or...?”

He grinned, still not looking away. “Or...?”

I looked at the floor.Why was I, the more experienced guy in all of this, so much more flustered than he was? What was I trying to hold back? He came here. He stood before me in my bedroom, not stopping to grin. He had plenty of chances to back down.A chuckle escaped my mouth as I tipped my head back and met his gaze again. “Or we could explore how open-minded you are.”

His smile widened until it parted his lips, revealing his perfect teeth. “I like that you’re so blunt.” He stepped closer, his hands twitching as if they wanted to reach for me again. But he stopped just before he got there. “I wouldn’t mind continuing where we left off.”

A soft, nervous laugh slipped from my throat. “Then what are we waiting for?” Before either of us could overthink it, I leaned in and tilted my head. He did the same. Our lips met in a tentative yet electric touch. Though this was only our second kiss, we both moved carefully, aware that with no distractions or excuses left between us, we couldn’t just blame an interruption if one of us decided to pull away. His fingers slid over my waist, and I tugged him closer by the collar of his shirt. I opened my mouth, and he followed my lead. Our tongues joined the conversation. His hand found the back of my neck, and his thumb brushed over my skin as if he couldn't stop reminding himself that I was real. Our kiss grew stronger and more lustful—the kind that didn't need a finish line—making it clear that we were ready to take it further.

I guided us backward, his mouth still on mine, until my legs bumped against the edge of the bed. We stumbled, but his hands rushed to my back, catching me before I could fall.

A breathless chuckle broke our kiss.

“Are we moving too fast?” I asked, feeling his fingertips brush against my back.

“Maybe,” he whispered. “But I really don’t want to stop.”

My hands curled into the fabric of his shirt. “Me neither.”

His lips parted with a shaky breath as he leaned in again, hungrier this time. His mouth found mine with a deeper urgency—no longer tentative, but tasting and claiming. Our chests pressed together, our bodies aligning in a way that left no room for doubt. His hands found their way beneath my shirt. First, his fingers splayed wide as if he needed to anchor himself to me. A second later, he tugged the fabric over my head, leaving me feeling both too exposed and aching for more.

His hands traced the lines of my back while his lips found my neck and collarbone. “You’re warm,” he murmured, his voice muffled against my skin.

“You’re overdressed,” I breathed, my fingers already teasing at the waistband of his jeans. He let out a soft, surprised laugh and let me undo the button.

I pulled the zipper down, revealing dark blue boxer shorts with a bulge more impressive than I had imagined over the last several nights. Biting my lips, I cupped his bulge, feeling him throb underneath the fabric. His gaze followed my hands, eager to take in everything I did.

“Still feel safe?” I asked quietly, echoing the question that had lingered between us all night.

“With you?” Matt’s lips curved up. “Yeah. It’s unfamiliar, but in the best kind of way.”

My heart raced as I held his gaze and let my hands drift to the waistband, sliding one finger underneath and teasing his skin. His lips parted as he inhaled slowly. I slipped another finger inside, deep enough to find the tip of his cock, twirling my finger around it. His teeth dug into his lower lip, a soft hum letting me know I shouldn’t stop. Distracting him with another kiss, I slid my whole hand inside, wrapped my palm around his shaft, and squeezed his erection with intent. His hands shot to my shoulders to steady himself.

“Want me to go further?”

“Please,” he whispered.

I kissed him once more on the lips, then let my mouth wander to his cheek, chin, and down the line of his neck. Slowly, I sank to my knees and pulled out his manhood. It stood straight and strong above me, ready for anything. I licked his smoothly shaved balls, then moved up his shaft to the tip, eliciting another hum. The fresh, clean smell with a hint of pine made my own cock tent my pants. I wrapped my lips around his glans and locked my eyes on his. He blinked heavily, as if his eyes needed a second to confirm what they saw. His right hand rushed to the back of my head, brushing through the short hair stubble. My tongue swirled around his glans, relishing the slightly salty taste. I felt up his ass, still hidden under the soft silk of his briefs, and, without warning, pulled him in closer until his full length disappeared in my throat.

A low moan slipped past his lips, followed by a delighted laugh hinting at how good it felt.

I bobbed my head up and down, trying to get him deeper into me each time. My right hand massaged his balls and taint, my left squeezed his butt. The longer I sucked him, the louder his moans got and the more his knees buckled. I only took a break when his upper body collapsed forward so much that he had to brace himself on the mattress to keep from falling over.

“Wow,Cato,wow,” he panted, unable to move. “I had heard it, of course, but...wow. Guys reallydoknow how to suck a dick better.”

“To be fair, I’ve got some practice,” I said, earning me a breathy laugh.

He pushed himself back up, his dick still hanging right above my face. I opened my mouth wide to take him back in, but his left hand shot to my chin, stopping me. “It’s my turn now,” he said.

Before I could protest or assure him that he should only do what he really wanted to do, he leaned down and shoved his tongue into my mouth. With a sudden urgency, he dropped to his knees and gripped my hips, guiding me up onto the edge of the bed. Once there, he stripped off his shirt, revealing more of his smooth, tanned skin and well-defined chest. But he didn't give me any time to admire it.

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