Page 41 of Road Trip

“You’re an idiot,” I said, because I knew he didn’t want to hearthe truth.I’m going to miss you. How am I supposed to do this without you? I love you.

When I was nine and Luke and I broke a window and lied and said we didn’t know what happened, Dad sat us both down and said he wasn’t angry, he just wanted us to tell the truth. Luke stuck with the whole spontaneous explosion thing for a while, but I caved first and told Dad all about Inside Baseball. And Dad hadn’t been lying. Hewasn’tangry. He thanked me for telling the truth and told us that baseball was an outdoor game only.

Telling the truth was supposed to make things better, except there was nothing that either Matt or I could admit to out loud that would make this better, and we both knew it. Driving back to Cape Charles alone was going to hurt like a bitch, no matter what. Tomorrow was going to be one of the hardest days of my life, so I was determined to make tonight one of the best.

I rolled over toward Matt and reached out, catching him around the waist and pulling him closer. When our faces were barely an inch apart, I leaned in and kissed him.

He exhaled, his lips parting for mine, and his hand grasped my hip as we kissed slow and soft, like he thought I’d try and get away. Matt’s trust issues ran deep, but in this case he didn’t have to worry. I wasn’t going anywhere.

The AC hummed in the background, chilling the room, but it was Matt’s tongue brushing against mine that made me shiver. Kissing Matt was far more intense than anything I’d experienced before, and I craved more in a way I never had with Layla. But for right now, I was happy just doing this, exploring Matt's mouth, getting to know the shape of his kisses and the taste of him. As for anything else? We had all night.

Matt and I floated in the pool, staring up at the night sky. There was something about night swimming. I missed the push and pull of the ocean, but the pool had something it didn’t; when we were still, so was the water, and it reflected the night sky above us. We were floating in stars. And maybe I was just looking for meaning the closer and closer we got to San Diego and the end of the trip, but it felt special. Like, right up until a group of guys with a cooler of beer turned up and one of them instantly killed the vibe with a cannonball.

Matt and I got out and grabbed our towels, then headed back to our room, shivering in the air conditioning once we got there.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” Matt said. “Get the chlorine off me.”

“Yeah, okay.” I dug around in my bag for my sleep pants and a T-shirt, then sat on the end of the bed and waited for my turn in the bathroom.

I didn’t realize how nervous I was until I caught my leg jiggling. Leaning over, I turned on the bedside lamp, then went and switched off the big light, and it helped me feel a little bit less exposed. I took a couple of deep breaths and told myself to calm the fuck down. It wasn’t like I’d changed my mind or anything. I wanted this. I just wasn’t sure exactly whatthiswas, and that was what had me twitchy.

The sound of running water went on and on, and I wondered if Matt expected me to join him. But then, if he’d wanted me in there, he would have said so, right? This was Matt.

The water cut off, and a minute later Matt appeared with a towel around his waist. His cheeks were pink and his skin was still damp and I kind of wanted to lick him, which was another first for me.

“Your turn,” he said, flopping onto the bed and shooting me a cocky grin that I was ninety percent sure was a lie.

I ducked into the bathroom and showered quickly, making sure my junk was extra clean since it would hopefully have a starring role tonight. Once I’d dried myself, I eyed my sleep pantsand shirt before deciding to follow Matt’s lead. I stepped out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel, and I didn’t miss the way Matt’s gaze tracked over me appreciatively. I crossed the room and joined him, and anticipation crackled between us. Suddenly the bed didn’t seem all that big. We were inches apart, facing each other. Matt’s lips were parted slightly, and I couldn’t look away. I reached out and cupped the back of his head just as he lunged forward, and our mouths crashed together in a hot, messy kiss that was all tongues and teeth and enthusiasm and zero style, and I didn’t care.

This wasn’t like our soft, tentative kisses from before. This was heated and desperate, the start of something more—what exactly, I didn’t know—but whatever it was, I wanted it. Matt made a breathless, needy sound against my mouth, and it shouldn’t have had my dick throbbing just from that, but apparently I had a thing for Matt’s sex noises because my dick perked right up.

We parted to catch our breath and Matt blinked at me and flashed me a crooked smile. Then he gave me a playful shove that landed me on my back. He settled his weight on top of me, and the heat and pressure of his bare chest against mine had me fully hard in seconds. I wasn’t the only one. His erection pressed into my thigh through the thin fabric of the hotel towels, and I’d never been more aware of anything in my life. I rocked my hips, chasing more friction, and Matt ground down against me and honestly, I was so keyed up that I could have come just from that. But that wasn’t the plan. The plan was that we make tonight count.

I reached down and tugged at my towel, letting it fall open.

Matt’s breathing hitched. He sat back on his knees, straddling me, then yanked his own towel off, dropping it over the side of the bed. His dick was hard, the tip a deep red, and it swayed as he moved, flush against his stomach. I found myself reaching out and running one finger up the shaft. Matt’s eyes grew wide and he tilted his hips forward as his hands clutched at my thighs, his fingertips digging into the muscle.

I reached out and wrapped a hand around his dick andstroked him a couple of times, nice and slow. Touching his dick was different than touching my own—better, somehow—and every time I stroked the silky soft skin, my own dick throbbed. Matt sucked in a sharp breath, his teeth scraping his bottom lip as he stared down at me. He looked so fucking fragile, like he wasn’t in control and he didn’t know what to do about it.

I let go of his dick and reached up, resting my hand on his waist and tugging him toward me. “Hey. C’mere.”

He swallowed and curled forward, caging me in. His damp hair brushed against my collarbone as he buried his face against the curve of my throat. I ran my fingers over the nape of his neck and down his spine in a long, soothing motion while I soaked up the weight of him against me. After a minute he lifted his head and his lips ghosted against my cheek as he sought my mouth. I turned my head just right and then we were kissing and grinding and making out desperately, all uncertainty disappearing. We rolled onto our sides and Matt hitched his top leg over mine, bringing our hard dicks into contact, and the drag of skin on skin as he rocked forward dragged a low groan out of me.

He pulled back and grinned, then leaned in and licked a stripe up the side of my neck and holyshit,who knew something so gross could feel so good? Like, that was something toddlers did. There was no way it should have been hot. But my nerve endings were dancing, my pulse was racing, and suddenly I wanted nothing more than Matt’s mouth all over me.

And maybe he was psychic or maybe I said that out loud, but the next thing I knew Matt was sliding down my body, tracing over my skin with his hands and then following the trail he was making with his tongue, tasting and teasing. When he took one nipple into his mouth and sucked, my back arched off the bed and I let out a filthy, ragged moan.

Matt made a pleased sound that echoed right through my rib cage and teased me some more, and by the time he moved his mouth to the other side, I was panting. For someone who didn’t know what he was doing, Matt sure as fuck knew what he wasdoing. Every sharp tug of his teeth on my nipple sent a shock right down to my balls, and I was dangerously close to coming all over myself without him even touching me. “Matty!” I gasped.

He raised his head and grinned. “You like that?”

I let out a groan. “Too much. I’m gonna come if you don’t stop.”

Matt pressed a soft kiss to my ribs and sat up on his knees, and his expression turned serious. “Okay. So, how are we doing this? Doggie style? Missionary?”

My brain screeched to a halt faster than an SUV confronted by a row of ducklings crossing the street. “What?”

“Isn’t that why we’re stopping? So you can fuck me? I mean, it makes sense for you to top since you’ve put your dick in someone before.” His brow creased. “Thatiswhy we’re stopping, right?”

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