Chapter Sixteen
JESSE
The bedroom door swung open—or maybe Matt shoved it open, Jesse wasn’t sure—and they were inside. Nothing mattered except the press of Matt’s body, the way his hands moved like he was trying to memorize every part of Jesse.
Matt’s teeth scraped against Jesse’s neck, and all the while his thigh was hot and heavy against Jesse’s cock.
Jesse let out a stifled moan, and Matt pulled back, which was not what Jesse had wanted.
But Matt looked down at him, and Jesse saw when the fierceness of arousal in his eyes flickered, allowing a smile to surface as he looked at Jesse.
Something in Jesse shattered into a thousand pieces. Shattered, but Matt was holding him together.
And then that moment was over, Matt’s mouth hot at the join of his neck, sucking, biting, and they needed to get naked now.
He fumbled with the buttons on Matt’s shirt, and thankfully Matt got with the program and shrugged out of it.
Then Matt yanked at Jesse’s t-shirts, getting a fistful of fabric and dragging them up, only to find more underneath.
“Fuck, Jesse,” he muttered, ripping the next one over his head. “How many fucking shirts are you wearing?”
“You never learn that patience is a virtue, Urban?” Jesse shot back, but his voice broke into a groan when Matt finally hit skin. Rough fingertips skimmed over him, exploring, teasing, leaving trails of fire everywhere they touched.
Jesse could barely think by the time Matt was pressing him, guiding him backward until his knees hit the edge of the bed.
Then they were down, Jesse on his back, Matt above him, and it was the best thing ever. The heat, the weight, the solid press of Matt above him. Jesse arched up instinctively, needing more.
“Fuck,” he got out, before all words were lost, turning into a long, low moan as Matt’s long fingers worked open the buttons on Jesse’s jeans.
He drew them off, and really, Jesse should be doing something other than lying there, achingly hard and unashamedly needing under Matt’s eyes, which were sweeping over his body as if it was the best thing he’d ever seen.
Then Matt’s big hands were on his thighs, pressing them open, and his head lowered, his tongue flicking out against Jesse’s cock until Jesse stopped breathing.
Couldn’t do anything except sob yes, and fuck, and please as Matt slid his mouth down, taking Jesse all the way in.
The heat of his mouth, the way he was sucking him—Jesse groaned and thumped his head back against the pillow to stare unseeingly at the ceiling.
Had to, because if he watched Matt’s mouth—those fucking lips—on his cock, he’d lose it.
He managed to change his litany long enough to choke out a sharp, urgent, “Matt.” Because he wanted the first time he came with Matt to be when Matt was inside him. For him to be claiming Jesse.
Matt instantly released him and looked up, his lips shiny and wet.
Jesse practically bit his tongue in his effort not to speak. His words would have given away too much. He couldn’t tell Matt what he wanted—that would give him power over Jesse. But Matt moved up the bed, propped on one elbow and stroked the hair back from Jesse’s face. “Okay?” he asked.
And goddammit, it was all Jesse could do not to cry. “Would be if you’d fuck me,” he got out, and then any thought about weakness or tears fled, because Matt’s eyes… He looked like he wanted to devour Jesse and maybe have Jesse devour him right back.
Reminded he’d been doing nothing more than squirming under Matt’s attentions, Jesse set to stripping Matt’s jeans off.
But it took a whole lot longer than he’d anticipated, because every part of Matt was beautiful.
Every part needed kissing and licking. Even the long scars down his right thigh somehow made him look even more beautiful—silver tracery on a field of golden skin.
And he needed to find out exactly what Matt put in his coffee to have those thoughts floating around his brain.
But that was for later—right now, he needed to get Matt naked.
Once he had, he took a moment just to look.
Matt’s cock was big, heavy, and already wet at the head.
Knowing he’d brought Matt to this was amazing.
Not as amazing as when Matt was on top of him again, the heat of his cock pressing against Jesse’s, leaving Jesse arching up helplessly, needing more, needing everything Matt would give him. “Fuck,” he got out, before all words were lost.
Matt’s mouth was at his neck once more, teeth and tongue hot and urgent. As their bodies rolled against one another, Matt growled, the sound quivering against Jesse’s skin.
But then Matt lifted off him, leaving Jesse to thud his head back against the pillow in frustration. “Damn it to hell, Urban.”
Matt glanced back from where he was reaching out to the nightstand, his eyes dark but a smile flickering around his lips. “Do you ever stop complaining?” he asked, opening the bottle and tilting it till the liquid inside oozed over his fingers, slow and so goddamn teasing.
“Wouldn’t have to complain if you’d just stop your teasing and get on with—fuck.” Jesse arched back on the bed, because Matt was sliding his fingers back and forth, stroking them over his hole. It was so good, but not enough.
He arched up as Matt’s finger pushed inside him.
The lube was cold, but Jesse was so overheated that it was perfect.
Matt knew exactly what he was doing, and just as Jesse was beginning to pant with need, he slid another finger in, until Jesse was being opened up and filled, an unmistakable promise of what was to come.
He was nearly helpless under the onslaught as Matt alternated between fucking his fingers in and twisting them. Jesse was writhing and moaning incoherently, fists clenched in the bedding beneath him.
When Matt finally withdrew his fingers, Jesse just had enough sense left to remember. “Condom.”
Matt stared at him. “We don’t need one.”
Jesse frowned. PrEP wouldn’t stop other STIs, even if he’d been able to afford it in the first place.
Evidently seeing his confusion, Matt clarified what he’d just said. “Enhanced healing ring a bell? Our immune system kills infections before they can spread.”
Jesse was desperate for Matt to get back to what he’d been doing, those long fingers driving Jesse out of his mind, but this was important, damn it. “That can’t be right.”
Matt’s eyes crinkled at the corners. “Some would say it’s not possible for a person to turn into a wolf, yet here we are.
I swear, Jesse, it’s true. There are some things our bodies can’t heal—severe injuries, serious organ damage, or something so aggressive our bodies can’t fight it off, but the other stuff? We don’t need to worry about it.”
Jesse narrowed his eyes, trying to weigh Matt’s truthfulness through the mist of lust in his brain.
There was no lie in his eyes. Oh, God, if it was true condoms weren’t needed, Jesse had wasted so much time.
So many times when he could have been fucked with nothing to diminish just how good it felt to have a cock deep inside him.
“Well, what the hell are you waiting—” he started, and then broke off into a high-pitched moan that fought its way through his suddenly clenched teeth, because with no further warning, Matt was pushing home inside Jesse, slowly but inexorably.
He was so big and it felt so good without anything between them that Jesse thought he might die.
And when Matt was fully sheathed and still, braced on powerful arms above Jesse, short, panting breaths gusting over Jesse’s skin as he waited for Jesse to adjust, he knew he would die if Matt didn’t start moving right the fuck now.
“Goddamn it, Urban,” he said, voice tight.
Thank God, Matt got the hint. He withdrew almost all the way before thrusting back into him, deep and so maddeningly slow that Jesse was about to lose his mind. He urged Matt on, curses and pants escaping him once Matt started fucking into him fast and hard.
Jesse reached his hand down, wrapping his fingers around his cock, and Matt growled low in his throat, a raw sound that vibrated between them. Pure, possessive instinct, like he was the only one allowed to touch Jesse.
Jesse didn’t stop. He couldn’t. At the first stroke of his fingers, pleasure ripped through him, and he came, wetness pulsing onto his skin as he shook apart.
Matt groaned, his thrusts turning almost frantic until he stilled, shuddering out his own orgasm.
It took Matt a while, but he finally withdrew from Jesse and flopped down on the bed beside him. His chest rose and fell with deep, uneven breaths, skin damp with sweat.
Jesse lay still, stunned. It was far and away the best sex he’d ever had. No, calling it just sex didn’t seem right. This had been something else. Something he didn’t have the words for.
Matt lay beside him, and their fingers brushed against one another on the sheets. Not intentional, just there, in a way that felt right.
Jesse blinked up at the ceiling, letting that feeling of peace sink deeper, winding through him. His muscles felt loose, weightless, and each breath came slower, his blinks longer. Before he knew it, he drifted into sleep. But even there, Matt was with him.
MATT
The warmth of sun on his face pulled Matt from sleep. He rolled onto his side, blinking against the brightness, taking a moment to remember why everything felt so damn good.
It came back to him, that moment when he’d stopped fighting temptation. His reasons for fighting this had seemed meaningless when faced with Jesse and what he was so freely offering. What Matt wanted.
And he wasn’t going to think about any of it right now.
He was simply going to go along with this.
Just for a while. Jesse had been right, in his blunt way—Matt had been punishing himself all these years.
And while he still deserved to be punished for what he’d done, maybe he was allowed this brief interlude where everything felt not only right, but good.
Jesse was lying beside him, half-draped in tangled sheets. “You better not want me doing chores today,” he muttered, stretching sinfully in the sunshine pouring through the window. More like a cat than a wolf. “Reckon just walking’s going to be enough of a challenge.”
Matt let out a quiet laugh, but guilt flickered at the edges. “I didn’t—” he started
Jesse huffed. “You hear me complaining?”
“Actually, yeah.” Matt relaxed again, and to his surprise, grinned at Jesse.
Jesse huffed again, indignantly this time. And since when had Matt been able to differentiate between Jesse’s huffs? “You better believe, if I was complainin’, you’d know about it.”
With a rush of thankfulness, Matt realized what Jesse was doing—steering them back to safe ground. Nothing was going to be said about the conversation in the den. They could just go back to how they’d been.
Except for the fact Matt didn’t want to stop touching Jesse. And Jesse… He was softer now than he had been. Fewer angles and less sharpness pushing Matt away.
Jesse’s warmth was pressed along his side, and without meaning to, somehow Matt fell asleep again.