Page 62 of Hard Tail
“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.
“Fuck!” Matt exploded, thankfully not literally, and I sent a silentthank youto Adam for ensuring I wasn’t totally ignorant when it counted. I alternated licking along the length of him with sucking at the tip, the musky male scent of him filling my lungs and intoxicating my mind, and when the pressure in my own groin became unbearable, I took myself in hand. “Oh, God, yeah… Oh, fuck,” Matt kept repeating. I’d thought it was pretty damn good, receiving a blowjob. It had never occurred to me that giving one could be even better. And this was Matt I was sucking. To have him inside me like this—the intimacy of it was overwhelming. Next time, I thought hazily, maybe we could try sixty-nine, but right now I was way too close to even suggest it.
“Oh, God, Tim, I’m going to—Tim!” I resisted all Matt’s efforts to pull away with an iron grip on his left bum cheek, and he jerked and spurted and filled my mouth with salty, viscous fluid.
I swallowed it all. The thought of his come inside me, becoming part of me, was so hot I couldn’t hold back any longer. I came too, ecstasy tearing through me in an unstoppable tide. “God—Matt—” I gasped as pearly white streams shot up his legs, and then I all but collapsed, panting, against his hip. He held my head and stroked my hair as I came down from that high.
We were both a bit sticky when he finally helped me up so we could stumble into bed. I grabbed a handful of tissues from the box on the bedside table—thoughtful of Jay to be so well prepared—and we wiped ourselves down and lobbed the used tissues in the general direction of the bin. When we’d finally made it under the duvet, I clasped Matt in my arms and held him tight, plastering come-flavoured kisses on his lips and navigating his mouth lazily with my tongue.
As I negotiated his jagged tooth for the umpteenth time, I broke the kiss, feeling suddenly sick. “Did that bastard do that?”
“What?”
“Your tooth. Did Steve fucking Prick-tard break your tooth?”
“Oh—nah. Green Day album.”
I stared. “Did someone dare you to try eating it?”
Matt grinned, and I was so busy feeling my heart melt at the sight I nearly missed his next words. “I had it in a carrier bag on my handlebars. Only it sort of swung into the spokes, and I went arse over tit and landed on my face on the ground.”
I winced. “Ouch.”
“Yeah, I got a right bollocking from Dad about it.”
