Chapter Twenty Three
Matt
What the fuck just happened? He doesn’t get it. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.
All these thoughts cycle through my head as I follow after Oliver to his bedroom because…well, how can I not?
He threw his shirt on his way to the room and is now busy removing his pants and underwear. When they’re on the floor, he climbs on the bed, lies there like a fucking buffet, and watches me through his lashes.
My hands fist with the need to touch him. I can feel my restraint crumbling. I look at him, his challenging expression, his pebbled nipples, his hard cock, all right within reach. I don’t even remember why I’m standing at the door.
I walk in.
When I reach his nightstand, he announces, “No clothes over that line.” He points at my foot.
I train my eyes on him, more wolf now than human.
His eyes widen.
“Baby, you should stop poking the bear when you’re inside his cage,” I say, my voice low, rough.
He shivers at my words.
I slowly remove my sneakers, then pull off my T-shirt. His eyes follow every move. I pull my pants and underwear down in one swift motion.
He gasps when he sees me fully hard.
I crawl over his body until I completely cover him, his big, blue eyes looking at me with desperation.
“I want you to remember you asked for this,” I warn.
I lick his neck, his skin warm against my tongue. He groans low and pulls my head up until our lips touch.
Any semblance of control I had is now gone. I'm swallowing him. My tongue feels rough against his soft lips. When I don’t gain access right away, I nip at his bottom lip.
He opens his mouth wide, letting me take over. I love that feeling too much. I wrap my hand around his wrists and pull them up with one hand. Then I fully lean down on him.
He groans. I pull back.
“Okay?” I ask.
He nods. I look into his eyes for a second and breathe. I need to calm the fuck down. I breathe again and let his hands go.
I kiss down his body, feeling the warmth of his skin on my lips. Tasting the softness. Taking in his scent.
When my mouth is hovering over his very hard, leaking dick, and I smell his arousal, my erection registers a strongly worded complaint. I’m all but ready to fuck him into oblivion.
But I want to taste him.
I softly lick him. He shivers, whimpering.
I take him inside my mouth. I grab his ass with both hands and pull him up, giving him permission to use my mouth.
“Fuck, that’s fuck—” he groans, continuing to move his hips in small thrusts. I take him to the back of my throat, his cock, his smell, his taste choking me. Consuming me.
I watch him, his eyes focused on my mouth.
He stops and takes a long breath. “Matt, baby, you need to fuck me. Now!”
I nod, taking a long breath myself, calming my wolf.
He reaches into the nightstand, taking out lube and a few condoms.
“Ambitious, are we?” I comment, eyeing the at least twenty foils in his hand.
He throws the lube and a condom at me.
I laugh, feeling a bit lighter. I take them and kiss down his body again.
I ignore his leaking cock and move below, dropping a kiss on his hole. Oliver lets out a moan that’s half giggle and half groan.
I start prepping him, slowly inserting one finger. When it goes in easy, I add two more, opening him up while he trembles below me.
Once I’m four fingers in, my hand obsessed with the feeling of tight heat consuming it, he complains, “I’m ready!”
I take his word for it and line myself up with his hole, pushing in tentatively.
His body resists a bit. I pull out and push in again. The feeling of his hole clenching against my cock almost makes me cum immediately.
After three small thrusts, I fill him to the hilt.
I rest my weight on my elbows and start fucking into him in slow, even thrusts.
He whimpers every time my dick rubs against his prostate. His eyes close in bliss. I resist the urge to close the gap between us and take his mouth. Any more skin and I’m scared I’ll lose myself. My control is precarious at best.
Suddenly, his eyes snap open. “Matt,” he says urgently. “Fuck, are you holding out on me?”
My hips still. “You're not ready for me yet, baby,” I say, gently.
He narrows his eyes. “Are you fucking kidding me? Are you making decisions for me again? I’m not made of glass just because I’m not big and huge like one of your hookups.” His cute little face frowns.
“Oliver, fuck, they’ve got nothing on you. The things I want to do to you…” I growl. I know my eyes are now golden.
“Do. Them. I want it all, Matt,” he pleads.
My resolve snaps. I push into him so hard that he’s shoved up the bed.
“What's your safe word?”
My hips piston into him. His head falls back, eyes closed.
I don't let up. Pushing into him over and over, the bed moving with every thrust.
“Matt,” he moans.
“Fuck, yes. Say my name again.” My thrusts hammer into him, deep and swift. “Safe word, baby,” I remind him.
“Safe—Fuck, Matt, so good—Potato,” he blurts.
I laugh against his throat and start fucking him in earnest.
I sit back on my heels and lift his legs over my shoulders to get a better angle. I fuck into him, forcing his body to mold around me.
His lips part, his mouth slackening. Every time my dick hits his prostate, he whimpers.
I love that sound. I take his dick in my fist and start jerking him off, matching the rhythm of my hips.
He comes almost immediately.
I don't stop. His body is loose and pliant, lying there with cum glossing his chest.
I lick it, taking his nipple in my mouth. “Oh fuck,” he grunts.
I still don't stop. “That's not—safe word—baby, you want me to stop?” I huff.
“Fuck no,” he says.
His dick lets out another spurt as I fuck into him again and again. His grunts turn into loud moans. Heavy breathing, the sound of our bodies slapping, and his moans fill the entire room.
I jackhammer into him, chasing my release.
He pulls my head down until we’re sharing the same air.
“Fuck, Matt, you really were holding out on me,” he laughs, his voice broken.
“You have no idea,” I whisper against his lips. I shove my tongue into him.
Finally, I still. A tingle runs up my spine, and I come.
“I'm going to fill you up again and again until you can't walk for days. You're going to regret this, you little tease.” I growl low, my dick already half hard.