Chapter 9 Jake #2
Matt thrusts his fingers deep, curling them to rub over my prostate, stoking the pressure as my body slowly winds up. The bed dips as he moves behind me. “Condom or no?”
I shake my head. “No. I want to feel you.”
“PReP?” I nod. “Me too. You want me to pull out?”
“No. Please.”
Matt groans and kisses my ass cheek before pumping more lube into his hand. The slick sound of him stroking his cock ramps up the anticipation and god, I need him filling me up now. “Ready?”
I groan. “I appreciate all the check-ins, but if you don’t bury your fat cock in my ass in the next three seconds—Oh, fuck.” It’s only the head, but he’s big, and it stretches me enough that I feel it. God, it’s so good.
“You okay?”
“Fuck, you’re big.”
“Yeah.” He says it like it’s a problem. “You want me to pull out?”
Even through my lust-fuzzy fog, it’s obvious he’s concerned. I grab his hip, holding him in place. “Don’t you dare. God, you feel incredible.”
“I’m, uh—none of it’s small. It’s all about this size. Pretty uniform. But it can be a lot.”
“I know.” I grab my cock, stroking quickly to counter the discomfort from his girth. “It’s fucking perfect. Do I feel good?”
He groans. “So good, baby. So tight.”
The ache is starting to ease, and my flagging cock perks up. “Tell me more.”
Matt chuckles. “You like the dirty talk.”
“So fucking much.”
His palm rubs over my ass. “This is mine now. This perfect ass is only for me. And I’m gonna ride you so good, baby. I’m gonna shove my fat cock into you over and over, stroking your sweet spot, stretching you good. You’ll ache for days.”
My hand flies over my now-dripping cock.
“More. I want more. Go deeper. Harder.” In one smooth motion, Matt pulls out before thrusting forward.
I gasp, catching my breath as he eases out again.
His cock never gets wider, but it is like a twelve-ounce can of Red Bull, giving me an incredible stretch.
“God, you feel so damned good.” He thrusts into me again, bottoming out, and I grab at his hip, holding him in place.
“Don’t move or you’re going to make me come.
It’s too soon.” It’s like he’s pressing on every pleasure spot in my ass.
I’m so full, so stretched, but it’s incredible.
I clench around him and gasp, the pressure on my nerves just on the good side of uncomfortable.
“Love it so much. It’s perfect.” I seriously could come from this, and maybe sometime in the not-so-distant future, we’ll give that a try.
“God, baby, you're squeezing me so tight.”
I pat his hip and press against him. “Okay. Start slow, but start. I need you to move.”
He chuckles. “Bossy.”
Unapologetically, I answer. “Yes. I am. Now move.” I thrust against him, and he groans, grabbing my hips.
“Okay. Hold on.” And with no further warning, he pulls back and slams into me.
I gasp and see stars, my whole body thrumming with pleasure.
Over and over, he thrusts deep and hard and I’m in heaven, moaning and swearing.
I’m pretty sure I make up a few new words in between demands that he fuck me harder and faster.
I’m drunk on pleasure, which only increases with every thrust of his perfect cock.
“Fuck, yes! Fuck, yes!” Each word is punctuated by a thrust of his hips.
My hand flies over my cock, which is leaking like a faucet.
“Matty, I’m gonna come!” I barely get the words out before my orgasm rips through me, clenching every muscle in my body.
My balls contract as I shake, and I swear I come harder than I ever have, spewing so much cum onto the bedspread that it actually forms a small puddle.
I gasp for air, but each breath is knocked out of me with every thrust of Matt’s hips.
“I’m coming!” He slams into me two more times before his roar fills the room.
His fingers dig into my hips, almost painfully, as his cock pulses deep in my ass.
His body shakes as the last waves of his orgasm slow, then stop.
With a gasp, he falls forward, draping himself over me, and I slide onto the bed, wincing as I land in the cooling puddle beneath me.
But Matt’s weight is comforting, and I’d happily fall asleep like this.
He nuzzles my neck and places soft kisses along my jaw. “You okay?”
“Mmm. So good. You?”
“Incredible. You’re amazing.”
I love being called amazing. “Compliment me and win my heart.”
“You have the perfect ass, the sexiest mouth. You’re a wonderful cook, and brilliantly funny.
” He punctuates each compliment with a kiss to my neck.
“That’s all my brain will provide right now.
I’ll work up more later.” There’s a comfortable silence as we bask in the afterglow of the most incredible sex I’ve ever experienced. “Hey.”
“Mmm?”
“At the risk of ruining things by rushing, I like you. We have incredible chemistry, and I’d really, really love to do this again.”
My heart melts and I want to roll over and hold him, but I’m too comfortable. And I’m in complete agreement with him. I definitely want to do this again. This being sex as well as having dates. But I can’t resist teasing him. “You’d love to have sex again?”
He nips at my neck. “No!”
I do my best to see his face from this awkward angle. “You don’t want to have sex again?”
His face rolls through confusion, realization, embarrassment, frustration, and humor before he pinches my side.
“Asshole. You know what I meant. I meant yes, please god, more sex with you, but I want more dates with you, too.” His eyes get soft, and it does funny things to my heart.
“And I think we could be great together.”
I nudge him, and he rolls off of me and onto his back.
I snuggle up next to him, resting my head on his chest and possessively throwing my leg over his.
“Yes to all of that.” I rub my fingertips through the gloriously thick hair on his chest. “I’d like things to be just you and me. If that’s something you’d like.”
“You mean exclusive?”
I nod. “No sleeping with other people. No seeing other people.”
“You want to be my boyfriend?”
I hear the smile in his voice and relax. “Yes. And I’d love for you to be my boyfriend too, if we’re being technical.”
He laughs. “I’m all for technical.” He kisses my forehead. “I’d love to be boyfriends.”
My phone buzzes on the bedside table, and I reach over Matt to grab it.
Lee: Happy Valentine’s Day. How’d it go?
I snort and show him the message, then let him see as I type my reply.
Me: Happy Valentine’s Day! I’ll let you know once we get dressed.
Matt chuckles, and I turn off my phone, tossing it onto the bedside table before rolling into his side and snuggling close. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
He tilts my chin up and kisses me softly. “Best Valentine’s Day ever.”