Chapter 9
Iwake up to the feel of Matthew nearly suffocating me. His large body pressed against mine, his morning wood tucked up against my cock.
It’s pure torture, especially after last night. Knowing he was turned on by me and got off to the thought of us together has only made this little crush I have on my husband worse.
I’m not going to make it out of this with my heart intact. It’s a fact now.
The rain is still coming down relatively steady, and I close my eyes listening to it. I have to pee, but I don’t want to move. Not when Matthew is wrapped around me like a cozy blanket.
This guy. I swear. He’s going to be the death of me.
He shifts against me, and I bite back a small moan. My dick isn’t hard just because of morning wood, like I’m sure his is. No, it’s hard because Matthew is so fucking hot and is scrambling my brain.
I can’t fucking cope.
“Mm, so cold,” he murmurs as he wiggles against me.
I reach out and pull the blankets up around his neck, so just his face is poking out.
“Better?” I ask, and he nods his head, his nose brushing against my neck. He has to feel how hard my pulse is pounding beneath my skin. If he does, he stays silent, just continuing to squirm against me. A brutal form of torture.
“Love the rain,” he says, his voice rough from sleep. “Let’s just stay in bed all day.”
“We can do that,” I tell him, and he sighs. “Sounds amazing to me. But don’t you have work?”
I run my hands through his hair, a habit that is becoming somewhat of an addiction for me. Love how he arches into it, and murmurs sweet little comments and lets out puffs of satisfied breaths.
He loves touch so much.
And I love giving it to him.
“Ugh, yes. I do. I don’t wanna go.”
“I know, baby. I know.”
He sighs and squirms against me some more. My hands slide against his back and into his hair.
“Maybe when you’re done with work we can go to the beach and see what kind of seashells we can find.”
“Yeah,” he breathes. “That would be nice.”
“Maybe have dinner on the pier.”
“Mm,” he says as he arches his hips against mine. “Sounds perfect.”
I let out a small whimper at the sensation of him moving against me. This really needs to stop, and yet I’d never tell him to. I love it too much.
He wiggles and squirms and drives me nearly out of my mind with lust until I just can’t take it anymore. I need to get out of bed before I come against him.
“Maybe I’ll call out sick,” Matthew says. “I haven’t used a sick day in a long time. Have a bunch saved up.”
“Yeah?” I ask, and he lets out a pathetic cough.
“Yeah. Feeling really under the weather.”
“Yeah, okay,” I say with a smile. “Call work and then let me draw you a warm bath.”
“Yeah. Okay.”
He rolls off of me and buries his head in a pillow. I swallow roughly and slide out of bed and move to the bathroom where I shut the door and run the bath for him. The rain is hitting the small window above the tub, and I stare at the raindrops, trying to will my dick to go down.
It won’t obey, so I reach into my boxers and pull it out, jerking it as the tub fills with water.
With the edging I’ve experienced over the past few hours, I come almost instantaneously, quickly wiping myself up. I feel only slightly better now that the need has been taken care of. With trembling hands, I add a bath bomb to the water and some bubbles, honeysuckle scent filling the space.
When the water has risen to a decent level, I call out for Matthew, and a moment later he trudges in. His hair is a mess, a crease in his cheek from my shirt, and he stares at the bubbly water.
“Did you call out?”
“Yep. I’m all yours today,” he says and then blushes so prettily.
“Hm, I like that,” I say, and he bites his bottom lip. “Go on. Get in.”
“You’re not going to join me?”
I freeze, not sure what the hell to do. I should absolutely not get into that water with him. My satiated dick will perk right back up, but then again, I can’t say no to him.
“I guess I can,” I reply softly, and he looks relieved at my response. With a flick of his wrists his pants are gone, and I watch with an open mouth as he slides into the water, shifting forward to make space for me behind him.
Oh my fucking heart, I think as I pull my clothes off, moving in behind him. As soon as I’m settled, my legs spread wide, he slides back against me and rests his head against my shoulder. He fits perfectly.
“I don’t think I’ve taken a bath since I was a toddler.”
“It’s nice, right?” I ask as my hands move to the sides of the tub, gripping the porcelain tightly. If they go into the water, they will touch him, and I don’t know if he wants that right now. And to be honest, I don’t know if I can handle it either.
“It’s nice. Really relaxing.”
“Hmm,” I hum as his fingertips slide across my knees and cup my calves.
“You have nice legs,” he murmurs. I blame the lazy morning fog for his comment. There’s no way in hell he’d tell me this on a random Tuesday morning.
“I like to dance,” I explain, and he turns his face so he can run his nose along my neck. We sit like this for a while in silence, my fingers clutching the side of the tub as he rests against me.
And then his hands lift out of the water and grab on to mine, pulling them against his chest.
He doesn’t say a word, but the little puff of satisfaction as my hands splay across his pecs and stomach makes my dick perk up and positively leak.
He has to feel it pressed against his lower back, but doesn’t say a word about it. Thank fuck.
I should keep my hands still, shouldn’t move them, but I can’t help it now that I’m touching him. I drag my fingertips across his smooth skin, rubbing my thumbs across his nipples and dipping them into his belly button. His muscles ripple under my touch, and I bite the inside of my cheek to keep myself from moaning.
He feels good, wet and relaxed against me.
My hands grow curious and they slide across the V in his abdomen, moving to the space between his legs. I want to reach out and see if his dick is hard, but I don’t dare. If it’s not, I may feel the disappointment for years to come. Instead, I let my fingers explore his thighs, grinning stupidly when he spreads them a little wider and lets me massage his groin.
He’s making satisfied little sounds, and I feel the hope within me start to increase. Maybe he does want this. Maybe he wants me.
But still, I don’t touch him where I want to. Just let my hands slide between his legs and massage the edge of his ass. He arches up to give me more access, and I lean forward slightly to get a better grip.
Matthew’s hands are pressed against the bottom of the tub as he arches into me, and I massage those globes tenderly, trying like hell to keep myself in check.
I desperately want to slide a finger around his hole, but I shouldn’t.
Right?
I shouldn’t dare.
But before I can convince myself to try it, Matthew pulls away from me and turns to face me, some water sloshing out of the tub and onto the floor.
He’s looking at me now, and I bite my bottom lip, trying to contain any inappropriate thoughts or words. And then he’s crawling up me, pushing my legs together and straddling my lap. Our cocks are pressed together, and I realize now that he’s just as hard as me.
His arms move around my back and he holds on to me tightly as he rests his face in the crook of my neck.
My hands gently slide down his spine and cup his ass once more, massaging him as he grunts and grinds against me, tentative, shyly.
And I let him. I don’t say a word as our cocks meet and slip apart.
He lets out trembling breaths against my skin as he rocks against me, and I continue to hold on to his ass, my hands encouraging him to keep going, to keep moving against me.
His dick brushes against my stomach over and over as he moans softly against my skin. My body is on fire, the water turning lukewarm the longer we sit here, but I’ll stay forever until he finds what he’s looking for.
“You feel so good,” he admits softly as he thrusts his hips.
“You do too,” I whisper and reach a hand up to cup his neck, to keep him cradled against me as he searches for whatever it is he’s looking for. I’ll be the compass in his wild exploration.
My hand on his ass squeezes gently and then my forefinger slides into his crack.
Matthew gasps at the feeling of me touching him somewhere I’m sure no one has touched before. And that’s when his movements pick up. Water is sloshing around us like a tumultuous sea, and he’s holding on to me like a life preserver.
My finger just rests between his cheeks as I hold him against me and after a minute of this, I move it, searching for his hole.
When I find it, I press against it, just a light touch, and he groans loudly, shocking himself. His movements grow stuttered and so I do it again, my own dick achingly hard.
“I want to come, Cooper,” he admits, his lips brushing against my overly warm skin. “Tell me it’s okay to come.”
“It’s okay, baby,” I say softly and touch his hole again, making him arch against it and shudder slightly.
“What are you doing to me?” he asks, a desperate twinge to his voice.
“Just holding you,” I tell him, and he swallows roughly as he grinds against me, over and over as my finger presses against his hole. Not entering, not teasing, just a gentle press until I feel him start to tremble.
It’s heady, the feel of him coming. His entire body shakes, his face buried in my neck, his moans dripping off my skin and settling into the water below.
It’s enough to set me off as well. The friction of his body against mine makes me gasp and shake as my cock erupts, our orgasms cresting in tandem.
And then we settle, my finger moving away from his hole and resting on his hip. He’s shivering now, his entire body shuddering, but we don’t move. We just sit in the water for a little while longer before I finally pull him up.
“Let’s rinse off,” I tell him, and he nods, not meeting my gaze but still letting me lead him to the walk-in shower. It’s there that I hold him against me and wash his hair and body. I do the same to myself before stepping out. Matthew still hasn’t made eye contact with me but doesn’t really seem ashamed by what happened. More shy than anything.
“You okay?” I ask after we’re dressed, and he nods, peeking at me through those thick eyelashes.
Fuck, he’s so goddamn hot.
“Yeah. I’m good.”
I glance out at the rainy, overcast day and hand him a raincoat.
“Want to go collect some shells?”
His lips twitch upward and he nods. “Yeah, I think I’d like that.”
His hand slips into mine as we make our way outside, and even though we don’t talk about what happened in the tub, I decide to let it go. At least he’s not pulling away from me this time.
I’ll take it.
Seems I’ll take whatever he wants to give.
The rain soaks our raincoats as we walk barefoot on the beach. It’s empty out here, everyone else huddled inside. But not us.
Matthew is wading out into the water, his pants rolled up around his calves as he bends over and searches for his little treasures. Fuck, he’s so cute—the way he peers at rocks and seashells and comes over to show me each one.
If he keeps this up, I’m going to have to buy him more containers. And if he keeps filling them at this rate, I’ll have to get shelves made in his room so he can display them.
The thought forms in my mind and I make a mental note to call around and see about carpenters. I bet Matthew could make some himself, or even Sem—I’ve heard that he’s good with his hands—but I kind of want it to be a surprise. So I’ll probably end up calling around and seeing who could come by this year and get it done.
“Look,” Matthew says, coming up next to me and holding out his hand. “Blue glass.”
I peer down at his palm and then up to meet his eyes.
“Love the color of this one.”
He blushes. “Yeah. It’s a rare find.”
“You know what we should do?” I tell him, linking my arm through his. “We should go to the Great Lakes this summer. I’ve read they have really cool stones there.”
His eyes widen. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, really cool. I could book us a flight.”
He pulls his bottom lip through his teeth. “Yeah, okay. Maybe during my summer break. When I’m not coaching.”
I grin at him and he smiles back, looking so fucking happy.
My heart races as we continue to walk down the beach, his pockets stuffed full when we finally make it back the loft. We take off our wet clothes and wrap ourselves in blankets and then settle at the kitchen counter while we sort through his stones.
When we’re done, I put on a kettle for tea and then hand him a warm mug while we settle on the couch. His body is between my legs, not even asking this time, just accepting that this is how it’s meant to be between us.
“You have everything, you know,” Matthew says as he sips on his tea and I run my hand through his hair. “I wish there was something I could do for you, something you haven’t already done.”
Doesn’t he know though. Just being with him like this is good enough for me.
“I’m fine with our current arrangement. You don’t need to do anything for me,” I say even though he could absolutely do something to me. Anything really. What we did in the tub was so hot. I can’t get it out of my mind.
And yet, I won’t pressure him for more, won’t make him feel like it wasn’t enough. Because it was. The image of him coming against me has been on repeat in my mind all goddamn day.
I want to watch him do it again.
“You should probably do something normal people do,” he says. “Like go to a laundromat.”
“I would never,” I hiss, and Matthew glances up at me with a grin on his face.
“Or like the dollar store.”
I freeze. “What in the hell is a dollar store?”
Matthew’s eyebrows meet. “Are you serious?”
“Of course I’m serious. What is it?”
“Okay, rich boy, I’m gonna take you somewhere you’ve never been and blow your mind.”
I smile back at him, his enthusiasm contagious.
“Fine. I’m game. Take me to this dollar store, Matthew and blow my mind.”