Chapter Twenty Four
Oliver
“Are you hard again?” I ask, already knowing the answer, my hole clenching against his swiftly growing hardness.
“Werewolf refractory period,” he explains, like that makes any sense. He gently brushes a stray hair on my forehead back. “Don't worry, we'll get you working on your stamina.” He lightly taps my cheeks, his voice teasing.
I narrow my eyes. I know my entire body is already red. “Just because I can't carry an entire tree six floors up doesn't mean—Fuck,” I groan as he thrusts into me.
When I open my eyes again, he's looking at me, hungry. He starts thrusting, slow but deep. I feel trapped, but my dick must love it because it’s half hard again. I've never seen it this interested after being fucked within an inch of my life. Ever.
Matt sets a slow rhythm and tucks his head into my neck, taking deep breaths.
He maintains the pace, my dick hard now. A record.
His lips move over me, his stubble rough against my heated skin. Everything feels bright, liquid. I’m a mess of groans and loose muscles.
He suddenly pulls out of me.
I protest with a loud groan. He ignores me.
He flips me over like I weigh nothing. It shouldn't be this easy to move a grown man! He pulls my ass up. Having arranged me to his satisfaction, Matt pushes into me again.
I bury my face into the mattress. I’d try to prop myself up on my elbows, but I can't make my body still enough to get up. He pistons into me, growling low. I crave to see those golden eyes again.
I turn my head to look at his crumpled face, muscles tight and tense.
I want to touch him, and my dick wants some attention. But his thrusts are getting harder, deeper. If not for his tight grip on my hips, my head would have hit the bedpost long ago.
The idea that his fingers will leave a mark excites my cock. It leaks a stream of precum.
But he’s completely ignoring my dick. He moves a hand over my back. “You don’t get to come now, sweetheart,” his voice all growl now.
“Fuck, I wanna,” I try to breathe out.
“I know, baby.” He continues his torturous pace. He doesn't look like he’s going to stop any time soon.
My prostate complains, slightly sensitive, but I don't ask him to stop. I’m enjoying watching him lose control way too much. I feel like I’m in a bubble, floating.
Sex has never felt this good, this intense.
Every time he pushes in, I feel him deeper. My body adjusts to his size, trying to hold him in.
His speed increases, almost becoming inhuman, but it isn’t uncomfortable. Not yet.
I just really wish he would touch my dick. I know I’ll come with just a caress at this point.
I’m covered in sweat and cum, and I feel glorious. He uses my body to chase his release. When he finally comes with a loud groan, his body lands on me, crushing me with his weight. My hard dick rubs against the mattress.
I enjoy it for a second before my lungs start complaining. “Move,” I groan.
He turns to the side and flips me to face him, dislodging his dick in the process. He disposes of the condom, tying it up and throwing it away. Then he pulls me against him, keeping his hips away. When I move forward to rub against him, he moves further back.
“You want something?” he asks in mock confusion.
My entire body feels like it’s made of nerve endings. My dick is so hard, there’s no blood left anywhere else. “Fuck, Matt, I’m going to kill you if you don’t do something about this.” I point to my weeping dick.
“Wow, hidden violent streak. That’s something I didn’t know,” he smiles. He moves his hand over my spine, then over my ass, until his fingers are rubbing against my sore, slick hole.
He pushes two fingers inside me, and I groan. He swallows it, his mouth claiming mine.
He still won’t touch my dick though!
His fingers start to move inside me.
“Fuuuuck.”
“Too much?”
“Don’t stop,” I order.
Then he’s fucking me with three fingers, brushing softly against my prostate. I’m blissed out, lost to this world. I hear a condom wrapper. Matt lifts my leg over his hips, then he’s pushing into me again.
He fucks me from the side, this time slower. Frustratingly slow. He somehow still avoids touching my dick.
It suddenly hits me, I could have used my hands at any point for the job. I can do it right now. But I know this will be over as soon as I come.
He clearly does too. “Anytime you want this to stop, you know what to say.”
“I know. Fuck—” I reply, feeling too much and too little all at once. I don't want any space between us. If my body can take it, I will keep him inside me forever.
Might be awkward to leave the apartment, but I don't care. I want him right where he is.
He fucks me slowly, his hips rotating more than thrusting. Like he doesn't want this to end either.
His face is bunched up, but he continues to maintain the slow pace.
“Give me more. I can take it,” I challenge.
As if he were waiting for me, he pulls out of me again and drags me over to the end of the bed, my legs folded under me. I lean down, so my ass is in the air.
He stands behind me and thrusts back into me, his hands caging me in. I encourage him with a loud groan. He takes it as permission to go batshit on my ass. My dick has given up on protesting.
Matt’s hips move faster while I moan against the mattress. I don't know how long he fucks me, but suddenly everything intensifies. A tingling in my lower back, then I’m coming, spilling onto the mattress and my thighs.
“You came without touching your dick,” he growls, sounding mesmerized.
I’m amazed, tired, and blissed out. I’m having an out-of-body experience, feeling pleasure like never before.
I still don't say the safe word, but it’s only a matter of time. He fucks into me until he groans loudly and comes again.
I wish he could really fill me like he promised.
Maybe someday.
He pulls out of me and carries me to the middle of the bed. He gets rid of the condom and grabs a wet washcloth.
He kisses every patch of my oversensitive skin he cleans. When he moves the rough cloth over my hole, I groan in complaint. He slowly dabs it. But then I don’t feel the towel anymore. I look up to find him staring at my red, overused hole.
“No, no, no. You come here. That part is out of commission for a while,” I tell him, dragging him up the bed.
“I went too hard, didn’t I?” he frowns.
I kiss him, just a peck. But it lasts longer because Matt’s mouth is addictive. “No, you were just perfect,” I say, nipping whatever that was in the bud.
“Are you sure?” he asks, looking unconvinced.
“Baby, you’re being a condescending jerk right now. Just because I’m human doesn’t mean I’ll break if you touch me a little too rough,” I chide.
Matt’s lips spread into a wide smile. “Sorry, baby.”
My face goes hot. “So, are we dating now?” I ask, a little insecure, even though the guy literally railed me to oblivion.
“You want to date me?” He looks surprised.
I smack the back of his head lightly. What is wrong with this man!
“Yes!”
“Then we’re dating,” he says firmly.
I smile and nod, my eyes already drooping.
“Only because I don't think I can live without you,” Matt whispers.
My mind is about to go blank when something hits me. A thought, but the embarrassment it brings feels harder than a physical hit. “Did I gift you a bunch of wolf paraphernalia for Christmas?”
Matt laughs out loud.