Page 41 of Kicking it with my Fake Fiancé
My heart fluttered and my cock ached, precum spilling from the tip, as I took in the gravity of the moment. “Okay. Yeah, okay.” I tossed the condom aside and picked up the lube, pouring a generous amount on my hand and slicking myself up. I spread the remainder of the lube in my hand on Matty’s already soft and ready hole, lined up, and pressed the crown of my cock against his ass.
Matty whimpered and rocked down, seeking me. “Now.”
“Don’t rush things. I’ll make it good. I promise.” With that, I eased forward, sliding my cock into his hole, not stopping until I bottomed out and pressed my pelvis against the swell of his ass, groaning as I moved.
His back arched and groaned, low and deep, nodding frantically and reaching for my arm, pulling me down to meet his mouth. “Please,” he whispered.
I kissed him reverently as I eased my cock from him and thrust back in over and again in long, deep strokes. Matty’s cock was scorching between us, slick with precum, and he whimpered as he fought to keep still, feet hooking behind my thighs. “It’s okay,” I murmured. “You can move.”
The sigh of relief that broke from him nearly brought tears to my eyes. With that, Matty took his pleasure from me, just as much as I was giving it to him. He ground down on my cock before rocking up again, the two of us quickly setting a desperate, eager rhythm. He reached between us to stroke himself while I fucked into him, his other hand buried in my hair.
As I worked him, I fell apart along with him. Slow, measured thrusts, Matty’s hand on his cock, his fingers in my hair, his heels digging into my muscles. I wanted as much as I was giving, and Matty was nothing if not an infinite giver. I could have stayed like that forever.
My cock, however, had other plans. My balls drew up against me, tight and full, the heat building in my gut and groin, aching for release. I didn’t want to come without him, though, not on our first time like this. As sweat beaded along my brow and my skin flushed, I looked at Matty, at his bright blue eyes that sought understanding in mine. “I’m close.”
He nodded. “Ja. Yes. Me too.”
“Come for me?” I whispered.
Without another word, Matty nodded and his cock spurted between us, immediately creating a mess of thick, sticky strands on our chests and stomachs, soaking into our body hair. It should have been disgusting, but I couldn’t have cared less.
His muscles clenched and gripped around my cock, the heat and tightness nearly unbearable, and soon I was falling over the edge too, practically sobbing his name. I emptied myself into him, my cock throbbing as I filled him. We shared a heated, deep kiss, my tongue fucking into his mouth and Matty groaning into it.
When the aftershocks passed and I began to soften, I pulled out, Matty making a whining sound of disappointment deep in his throat. I pressed a kiss to his jaw before tumbling off of him completely to splay on the mattress next to him.
“Well, shit.” My chest rose and fell as I took deep breaths, trying to come back to Earth.
“Ja. Same.”
I wanted to lie there forever, but what I didn’t want was for the mess to cool and dry on my skin, much less Matty’s, so I slid out of bed and padded to the bathroom to clean up and get a warm washcloth to clean him with. I wiped his chest and stomach down first, and then spread him gently and cleaned his hole, which was pink and swollen with use, my cum dripping from him. Saliva pooled in my mouth and my cock gave a twitch as I thought of how much fun it would be to clean him with my mouth and tongue.
I smirked and cleaned him up with the towel instead, shaking my head at myself, before tossing the wet cloth in the nearby hamper and collapsing back on the bed next to Matty.
“What’s so funny?”
I chuckled. “Nothing much. Just thinking about taking care of that mess a little more… personally next time.”
Matty groaned in agreement. “That would be nice.”
My cock gave a valiant throb, half-hard again already, and I kissed him quickly. “Don’t say shit like that. You’re going to get me going again. And then where will we be?”
“Mm, in bed all day, I would think, which doesn’t sound all bad to me.”
Lust pooled deep in my gut as I let the idea roll through me. “You serious?”
He shrugged. “Maybe not. At least, not today.”
“Don’t tease me Solberg.”
Matty’s responding chuckle was fond and soft. “I promise I will let you do that one day soon.” A moment passed and he rolled to face me. “Now what?”
“What do you mean?”
“We have to deal with Charlie and the show, don’t we?”
I let out a deep sigh. Fuck. He was right. “Yeah. I guess we do.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
