Chapter 10 Sam
TEN
Sam
Sex with Mattie was…
Well, the most important part of what Mattie and I had wasn’t just about the sex.
We had our history, our friendship, the new life we were slowly building together—despite my extreme lack of brain cells and thinking he’d dump me to go after Rafe—and I loved how fully and easily he accepted the role I played in my nephew’s life.
Mattie, Toby, and my sister were my entire world.
The fact Mattie had found out about Toby and just rolled with it, taking his place in my nephew’s life like it was the most natural next step, meant so much to me.
But sex with Mattie?
That was the pretty paper and gorgeous ribbons wrapping up the world’s best gift. I’d scoffed at the idea of mind-blowing sex, but I’d found exactly that when Mattie moved in next door.
Secret and quiet because Toby was next door?
Hot.
Hard and fast because Toby would be home any minute?
Hot.
Video chats while we jerked off from our own beds at night because Toby was in the basement doing homework?
Even hotter.
Having the house to ourselves while our favorite teenager was cozily tucked away from the ice storm at his friend’s house?
Hot.
As.
Fuck.
The fire crackled and cast dark shadows throughout the living room. The tree Toby had helped me put together and decorate glowed in its multi-colored-lighted splendor.
And Mattie pulled me close, wrapping me in his arms, and pressing a kiss to the side of my head. We swayed in the silent house, the pelting ice and popping fire providing a bit of background noise. We danced for a moment longer, only our own love song playing in our heads.
When Mattie’s lips brushed over mine, his eyes questioning in the firelight as he studied me, nothing else mattered.
Not the ice storm.
Not the power outage.
Not the damn website.
Mattie was all that mattered.
Us. Mattie and me.
And I needed to feel every inch of his skin against mine.
Despite having the entire night to ourselves, we ended up stripped naked and making out on the couch in record time.
I chuckled when Mattie searched the pocket of his jeans and came up with a tiny bottle of lube before he nearly toppled from the couch. “You just carry that around now?” I teased.
Mattie huffed out a laugh. “No, I grabbed it earlier. Whatever we do, we can’t forget and leave it out here. Toby would absolutely die.”
Groaning, I buried my face in his chest. “Pretty sure I would too. I’ve had the sex talk with him, and so has Tabby, but I don’t need my kid knowing anything about my relationship to lube.”
“And he definitely doesn’t need to know about how his new buddy Mattie plans to absolutely ream his uncle’s ass right here in the living room.” Mattie’s whisper was hot against my ear, and I shivered at the thought of what was to come.
Taking that as his invitation, Mattie pumped lube onto his fingers and slicked them over my hole. “Wanna fuck you ’til I come. Then you can bend me over the couch and ruin me.”
His words went straight to my cock, and I rocked my hips, groaning when our rock-hard dicks rutted together.
“Fuck, Mattie.” With all the blood filling up my cock, my brain decided to short-circuit.
“Fuck.” Unable to focus on anything but the slide of Mattie’s slick fingers in and out of my ass, I whimpered and sucked one of his nipples between my lips.
“Shit, Sam,” Mattie hissed. “Get on your knees.” Mattie helped me to a kneeling position and moved my arms to lean on the back of the couch. “Don’t come when I fuck you.” His words were a challenge. “You can’t come until you’re buried in my ass.”
Mattie pressed his cockhead against my hole and entered me slowly, pausing every so often when I tensed at the stinging stretch.
“You good?” he asked when the heat of his throbbing cock threatened to burn me up from the inside out.
Pushing my ass back, begging for his pounding thrusts, I gripped the back of the couch. “Yes. Fuck, Mattie. Yes.”
He pulled almost all the way out before slamming back into me, and my cry of pleasure filled the quiet house.
Mattie leaned forward, covering my back with his front.
“Love you so fucking much,” he growled, an arm clutching me tightly to his chest as he fucked me hard and fast. “Gonna fuck you and leave you leaking my cum.”
Whimpering, I gripped my cock in hopes of staving off my orgasm. “Yes,” I begged. “Give it to me.”
Mattie straightened and gripped my hips as he thrust into me over and over. After a final thrust, he paused with a groan as his dick throbbed inside me filling me with his hot load. “Fuck, Sam. Holy fuck.”
He pulled from me slowly and kissed me long and deep.
I ended the kiss and reached for the lube. “Stand at the arm of the couch and bend over,” I directed as I slicked my cock.
Mattie scrambled to the arm of the couch, his softening cock glistening with lube and cum. Making a show of bending over for me, Mattie pulled his ass cheeks apart. “Don’t spend too much time prepping me, I wanna feel the burn.”
The orgasm had him spent and pliant, and I worked him open easily.
Knowing my own release would come quickly, I pressed my cock against his hole and eased in.
“Fuck, Mattie. Look how good you open for me. Look at you stretching for my cock.” I drew back and thrust in again, loving the way Mattie cried out and took me deep.
“You look so pretty on my dick, Mattie.” Mirroring his motions from earlier, I bent down and covered him, wrapping both arms around his chest and squeezing him tight.
“I love you,” I whispered. “Fuck. God, Mattie. So fuckin’ good. ”
I straightened and dug my fingers into his hips, thinking about the marks I’d leave on his skin.
Mattie whimpered and spread his legs. “Give it to me. Please.”
Pistoning my hips, I slammed into him over and over.
The tight, slick heat of his hole spurring me on.
My balls drawn tight and ready to explode.
When Mattie looked over his shoulder with those gorgeous blue eyes and the floppy curls, I lost it.
With a growl of pleasure, I paused and poured myself into him.
My cock pulsed as my load flooded his hole, and all I could think of was how Mattie was mine.
This made him mine. I’d marked him, called him my own.
This was forever.
We were forever.
Mattie and Sam.
Easing from him slowly, I helped him stand from his bent position. Snaking my arms around his waist, I held him close and nuzzled at the sensitive spot under his ear. “We should clean up.”
“Later,” he murmured. “Power’s still out. Sleep first.”
Making do with quick swipes of tissues, we cleaned the biggest issues before curling together on the couch. With Mattie’s chest pressed to my back, I breathed in a deep sigh of contentment.
Sure, the deadline still loomed.
The power was still out.
And I didn’t know if we’d get the grant.
But I had my family.
Toby, Tabby, Mattie, and me.
Everything else was just background noise.
Mattie and me.
Toby and Tabitha.
Those were the things that really mattered.
The fire died down as we slept. When we roused, I took care of adding wood to the fire while Mattie put a pot of water on the range.
“Lucky we have a gas stove,” he said several minutes later as we dipped washcloths into the warm water and cleaned ourselves up the best we could.
Once we’d assured we wouldn’t be glued together with cum in the morning, we used the bathroom, brushed our teeth, and plugged our phones into the portable battery charger.
“How am I so tired?” I failed to stifle a yawn.
“Well, we just fucked each other’s brains out,” Mattie teased. “Sleep. We both need it. Tomorrow will be a lot of work.”
“If the power and internet are back.”
“Positive thoughts only. It’s Christmas time, we have to believe.”
Kissing him thoroughly, I nuzzled my nose against his. “I love you. Thank you for being here and for keeping me grounded.”
Mattie shook his head. “I think we ground each other.” He curled against my chest and pressed a kiss to my neck. “Love you.”
The peppy knock and cheery call of my name from the front door had me jack-knifing awake and Mattie tumbling to the floor.
“Fuck,” he mumbled. “Is that Darcy?”
“Yoo-hoo,” the voice called again. “Sam, dear? I come with good news. Sam?”
“Shit, shit, shit,” I muttered and scrambled for clothes. Yanking on jeans first, I then shoved my head and arms through a t-shirt before helping Mattie to his feet.
“Those are my pants,” he said groggily.
“Sorry. I’ll see what he wants and send him on his way. Stay here.”
Darcy beamed when I opened the door, the bright sunshine already peeking over the horizon. “Good morning, good morning,” Darcy started. “Oh dear. Sam, are you okay? You look a mess.”
“Um, yeah. Fine. Just been working a lot of long hours. Not getting much sleep.”
Mattie popped his head over my shoulder. “Morning, Mayor.” His words were sleep rough and oozed with his usual easy-going sex appeal.
Darcy glanced from Mattie to Mattie’s door on the other side of the duplex and back again. When the mayor’s eyes went wide and traveled up, down, and back up, I had a pretty good idea of what Mattie had come to the door dressed in. Or what he’d come to the door not dressed in.
“Oh,” Darcy said, his big eyes blinking rapidly.
“Oh my. Oh. I see.” He gaped for a few moments and then clapped his hands together.
“Oh, my word, this is just wonderful. It’s like our own Sugar Pine holiday romance.
We could be one of those television movies everyone gets so gaga over in the holiday season.
” He fanned himself. “And to think, I’m the matchmaker. ”
“You’re not really—” I started.
“Mayor,” Mattie interrupted. “How can we help you?”
Darcy pressed a hand to his chest. “Oh, yes. Oh dear, where are my manners? I’m so sorry, gentlemen. Just showing up here and interrupting your morning.”
“Mayor?” Mattie pressed.
Darcy blinked and shook his head, pulling himself together.
“I wanted to let you know I’ve directed all resources toward your part of town in hopes of getting the power and internet back in service as soon as possible.
” He held up a hand. “Not that we’re not working for the entire town, but I know time is of the essence. ”
“That would be really helpful,” Mattie said.
“Thank you.” I shook Darcy’s hand.
Somehow, we made it through an awkward goodbye. Darcy headed down the front steps, and I closed the door only to find Mattie in just a pair of briefs and an open flannel shirt.
“You did not just come to the door to speak with the mayor in your underwear.” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “You know the whole town will know about us by noon.”
Mattie grinned. “I don’t care. Do you?”
Unable to hide my smile, I shook my head and pulled him into a hug.
“And I didn’t come to the door in my underwear,” Mattie said.
I pulled back and frowned.
“I came to the door in your underwear.” He smacked a kiss to my cheek. “And I would have had more clothes if you hadn’t run off with my jeans.”
“You didn’t have to come to the door. You nearly gave Darcy a stroke.”
“It would have been rude to ignore the mayor,” Mattie said, biting his lip to hide a grin.
“How long do you think until the internet is back?” I asked, my hands trailing down and cupping Mattie’s ass.
With a groan, he kissed me, our tongues meeting in a slick, hot dance. “It’s Christmas Eve Eve so let’s hope for a miracle.”
“Think we have time?”
“We’ll make time,” Mattie said as he reached for the buttons on my jeans.
Thirty minutes later, we collapsed in a heap on my bed after fingering, jerking, and sucking each other off. Sweaty, slick, and breathing heavily, all I wanted to do was doze for a few moments.
The front door slammed open.
“Sam? Mattie?” Toby called.
Eyes darting to check the door was locked, I shot up in bed and grabbed a towel.
“Be right there,” I yelled as we scrambled from bed and yanked on sweats and t-shirts. “Fuck. Thank god we didn’t do that on the couch.”
“Thank god we brought the lube with us,” Mattie whispered.
We erupted into giggles like teens.
When Toby’s footsteps headed toward his room, we grabbed onto the moment like a lifeline and rushed from the bedroom. In the kitchen, we attempted to look busy which, not surprisingly, was hard to do when there was no power.
And we’d nearly gotten caught in a compromising position.
Toby wandered into the kitchen.
“Hey,” Mattie said, his voice a bit too high and not nearly as nonchalant as he probably wished it was. “What’s up? How was Jasper’s? Is the ice melting?” He poured water into the tea kettle and set it on the stove.
Toby eyed him suspiciously. “Jasper’s good. The ice is definitely melting.”
“Good,” I said, trying my best to sound natural. I grabbed mugs and tea bags. “The mayor came by and said we’d hopefully have power and internet back soon.”
Toby smirked and rolled his eyes.
“What?” I asked.
“I live with big teenagers who get their freak on every time their kid is out of the house.”
Mattie coughed.
I cleared my throat. “We are most definitely not getting our freak on,” I tried to choke out.
Toby scoffed. “Believe me, it’s as painful for me as it is for you.”
Mattie busted out in laughter as my nephew left the kitchen with a Christmas cookie.