Chapter 9 Jake
NINE
JAKE
“Strip.” I push up onto my elbows, my gaze locked on Matt’s. He raises an eyebrow, so I bring out my manners. “Please strip?”
He grins. “And what are you going to be doing while I’m getting naked?”
“Lying here watching you, of course. And you’re supposed to strip, not just get naked.”
Matt cocks an eyebrow. “There’s a difference?”
Sighing, I push up into a sitting position.
“Of course there’s a difference. One is yanking clothing off willy-nilly and dropping it wherever.
” I attempt to make my voice seductive by slowing my cadence and lowering my tone as I get on all fours and slink toward the edge of the bed like a naughty feline.
“The other is a tease. It has finesse and tension.”
His gaze follows me, devouring each move I make. “Oooh. You want me to tease you. Got it.” He looks around. “Music?”
That catches me off guard. I had expected him to laugh it off and ignore my request. But if he’s willing to play…
“Um—” I yank my phone out of my pocket and open the music app, searching for appropriate stripper songs.
Grinning as I find one, I hit the link and turn up the volume.
A slow thumping bass beat starts to play and Matt listens, picking up the rhythm.
And then his hips begin to roll. He grins and slides his hands over his chest, fingertips heading for buttons before drifting away.
He repeats the move, but this time when his hands pull back, he glides his fingertips over his nipples, briefly closing his eyes.
Still not quite believing this is happening, I settle against the headboard to enjoy the show.
Matt turns around, giving me a perfect view of his denim-covered bubble butt.
He slides his hands over his ass, kneading the perfect globes before turning around.
This time when his hands glide over his chest, he undoes the buttons of his shirt, one at a time, slowly revealing skin and—dear god—that forest of deliciously dark chest hair.
I palm my cock because chest hair is my kryptonite.
“Oh, fuck.” My gaze is locked on, anticipating the moment when I get to see all of his glorious chest again.
Matt leisurely pulls the tails of the shirt out of his jeans, raising his hands above his head, his shirt fluttering with his movements.
I glance up at his face, and he’s grinning at my obvious gawking.
He winks and peels the shirt over his muscular shoulders, turning around so I get a slow reveal of his back.
It’s a very nice back, and I want to give it due attention, but that ass—I need to see that, too.
He drops the shirt to the floor and grins over his shoulder, rolling his hips again before turning around and rubbing his palms down his thighs.
My eyes follow the movement, and when his thumbs graze the outline of—oh dear god.
The dick print is mouthwateringly impressive.
Matt plays with the button on his jeans, and my heart rate skyrockets.
My own cock is desperately trying to burst through my zipper, and not at all in a comfortable way.
Of course I have to unbutton them, and unzip the fly.
I don’t want to damage myself. Once my jeans are open, I slide my hand into my boxer briefs and glance at him.
He’s still dancing, but his eyes are locked on my hand as I stroke my rock-hard cock.
He moans softly as he pops the button on his jeans and lowers his zipper.
Turning around again, he keeps watch over his shoulder as he hooks his thumbs into his waistband and pushes his jeans and boxer briefs over his hips.
Damn, he’s actually really good at this striptease thing.
Just as I get a glimpse of the top of his ass crack, he pulls everything back up.
I whine. “Not fair.”
“Like what you’re doing is? I didn’t know this was going to be solo play.”
And just like that, I realize that I’ve set this up to torture myself, and can just as easily end it.
“Naked. Now. All of it.” I wave at his remaining clothing.
“Off.” I haul my sweater over my head and toss it aside before shoving my pants and boxer briefs down my legs, taking my socks off in the process and dropping everything over the edge of the bed, onto the floor.
I lean on my heels and stroke myself, hoping to entice him to join me in my nakedness on the bed.
“Jesus, Jake.” Matt shucks his clothes off in record time before diving onto the bed, playfully knocking me backwards.
He covers me with his gorgeous body before I can get a good look at him or his cock.
His mouth finds mine and damn, he knows how to kiss.
His tongue thrusts into my mouth, devouring me as he steals my breath and sets my body on fire.
Every part of me wants to touch and be touched by every part of him.
I wrap my arms around his waist, my hands desperately roaming over his back and arms. My cock is trapped between us, and I try to roll my hips, needing friction, desperate for it.
But Matt has me pinned between him and the mattress, and I can’t move enough to get any relief.
He pulls away, gasping, and grins down at me.
“Tell me what you want. What’s off-limits?
What don’t you like? What do you like?” My brain isn’t fully online after all of his delicious stimulation, so I’m at a loss for words.
I make a valiant attempt, but I must take too long.
Matt doesn’t have any patience left either, I guess. “Can I eat your ass?”
My cock throbs hard. “Fuck, yes. Eat my ass. I’m not into pain. No watersports. Honestly, I’m pretty vanilla with most sexual activities.”
“Vanilla’s my favorite flavor. But honestly, vanilla is subjective.
” He grins down at me. “So if you don’t like something I’m doing, say stop and I will.
If you want something different, ask for it.
” He grinds his cock against my hip. “I want to make this so good for you, baby.” He kisses me again, stealing what breath I have left, before pushing onto his heels and flipping me over.
I let out a startled oomph but get with the program, clambering to my elbows and knees, shoving my hips backward.
“God.” He smooths his palms over my cheeks before pulling them apart.
“You have a perfect ass.” It’s barely a whisper, but I hear it, and my cock throbs.
“Baby, your hole is beautiful.” His thumb gently traces over the sensitive skin, and I whimper, wanting more. “You like that, baby?”
“Yes.” My voice sounds as needy as I feel.
I shiver as he circles my hole again. “Yeah, you do.” He settles between my splayed legs. “You want my tongue, baby? Want me to lick your tight ring? Can I press my tongue into you and get you ready for my cock?”
Oh. Fuck. I adore dirty talk. I mean, adore it. As if to prove it, my cock leaks precum in a slow trickle, and I want to stroke myself, but all of my attention is caught up in the anticipation of what Matt will do next. I whimper louder. “Yes. God, yes. Please.”
“So polite.” His fingers spread my ass wider and his warm, wet tongue laps at my hole, gently stroking, lighting up my nerve endings, and I whine, pressing against his face.
He moans and teases me with the tip of his tongue, driving me wild with need.
I can’t resist anymore and grab my cock, stroking fast as I tug my balls.
I moan like it’s a goddamned porno, and I’m not even a bit embarrassed because this feels so good.
Matt takes his time, thoroughly wrecking me as he readies my body.
My breathing is thready and my heart pounds in my chest. I’m getting close, and he must notice because he backs away, leaving me thrusting against air.
I whine and glare at him over my shoulder, but he only chuckles before pinching my ass. “No coming.”
Pouting, I let go of my cock. “Fine.” I give him a pleading look. “But don’t stop.”
He wets two fingers in his mouth, and while he holds my gaze, he circles my hole before pressing them into my body.
My mouth drops open in a silent moan and my brow furrows as my eyes threaten to roll back in my head.
It has been far too long. My cock throbs as his strong fingers stretch me open.
I moan as he presses them deeper. “You like that, baby?” Words are completely beyond me now that his palm rests against my ass and his fingers are buried inside me. All I can do is nod.
Gasping for air, I press against his hand, but he’s already pulling back.
Before I can react, he presses them inside again, filling me up.
Matt holds my gaze, watching me as he fucks my ass with his thick fingers.
“You want more?” I nod desperately. “Lube?” I flail at the bottle sitting on the bedside table and groan as his fingers slip from me.
“I’m not sure if I want to assume you were planning ahead for tonight or if you’re always so horny, you keep your lube within easy reach.
” Reality is, it’s a bit of both, but I can’t speak.
Words are hard, just like my aching cock.
He squirts lube onto his fingers and settles between my legs.
“Such a pretty hole.” He places a soft kiss against it before circling it with his fingertips, sending shivers all over my body.
“Ready?” I nod, which is all I seem to be able to do anymore, and he presses three fingers inside me.
I take a deep breath and exhale, finally finding my words. “Fuck, yes. Harder.”
Thankfully, Matt trusts me to know how much I can take, and I can take a lot. On the next thrust, he slides in faster. “Look how well you take them. So ready for me.”
“Feels so good.” I consider telling him to try for more. We’re already at three, what are two more? I have enough sense to know that’s not a request you make in the middle of sex, but I file it away for future consideration.