Chapter 21 Matthew
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Matthew
“Do you think they’re fucking yet?” Nick whispered against my ear.
“Shut up, Nick,” I muttered as I tightened the pink shower bonnet around his head.
Between his mullet and my curls, neither one of us wanted our hair wet. But we both sure as hell wanted to wash off, especially after today.
Plus, it was just an excuse to see him naked again.
Nick chuckled as he sat a bottle of lube on the shower shelf. I shook my head at him, because we absolutely should not have sex together right now, especially not after the day he’d had.
“Don’t shake your head at me,” he teased. He reached over and adjusted my bonnet, smirking at me.
“I can and I will,” I quipped.
I backed him against the tiled wall of Evie’s shower, trying not to think about the countless patients I’d seen after they’d slipped trying to do this exact thing with a romantic partner. But I couldn’t take my hands off him. After the day we had, I wanted a taste of him more than anything else.
He was naked, and seeing him in this light was a lot better than the hospital ones.
He had scrapes and bruises up his left side that I kept fussing over, but he liked it.
I didn’t know enough about Nick yet, but I wasn’t too sure he’d ever been cared for like this.
Seeing his expression brighten once he saw Evie had waited for him all day had made my heart hurt.
He was tough and flirty, sure. But he was soft under all his confidence. And that softness drew me in.
I was still getting to know him. I wanted to take him out on a date at some point, just the two of us, to talk and flirt and kiss.
“We should go on a date,” I said to him. “Just us.”
Steam surrounded us as hot water ran down my back. He grunted as I kissed along his collar bone, up his neck, his lips.
“I’d like that,” Nick groaned. “Like the idea of romancing the hot local doctor. I have to start some sort of trouble in this town.”
“Falling off a roof helped you meet your trouble quota,” I teased.
He chuckled, but then his breath hitched. “They’re definitely fucking.” His cock was hardened against my thigh. “Do you think Austin is a bottom or a top? I have theories.”
I closed my hand around the base of his cock and started to stroke him slowly. “I thought the two of you were enemies, yet here you are wondering what position he’d like more.”
“I think he’s both,” Nick whispered against my mouth. “I think once he lets go of his stuck-up attitude, he’s probably pretty fun. I bet he’d be good at sucking your cock while he fucks me.”
I gripped the back of his neck and pushed his chin up, drawing a surprised gasp from him. “Nick,” I growled. “You’re such a fucking brat.”
He gave me a devilish grin. “You wanna fuck it out of me, Dr. Jacobs?”
“You can’t call me doctor when I’m about to fuck you against the wall,” I said.
“Oh? Are you—”
I turned him around, enjoying the way he squeaked as his skin pressed against the cool tiles.
Dammit. I wanted him more than anything else right now.
I wanted to slide right into him and pound the attitude out of him, but he had a concussion.
I’d insisted myself he do no strenuous activities, yet here I was, jerking him in the shower.
“I can’t fuck you right now,” I growled in his ear. “You have a concussion, in case you forgot.”
He pushed his ass back against me. “My dick made me forget.”
“Yeah, I think your concussion made you forget. Behave.”
“The longer you know me, the more you’ll find I never behave.”
I kissed the side of his neck, and he made a sound in his throat. A whimper. I closed my eyes and got a hold of myself before I fucked him against the wall anyway. With a sigh, I looked over Evie’s shelf of soaps and scrubs until I spotted the bottle.
Nick turned around, his dimples showing, his stupid smirk making my stomach flutter with butterflies. He was irresistibly charming. He held out his hand and I opened the cap of the bottle, pouring soap into both of our hands.
“At least let me wash you,” Nick said. “Also, just a reminder, you told me yourself the concussion could have been worse.”
“Yes, that doesn’t mean that it was good. Are you going to behave?”
“No.”
I sighed. “Fine.”
His grin broadened as he lathered his hands together and started running them over my chest. I did the same with mine, gently gliding them up his left side, careful around his ribs.
He winced when I neared that part of his body, but I was easy on him.
His hands slid lower and I groaned when he closed one around my cock.
He brought it toward his, sliding our shafts against each other.
“Nick,” I rasped.
“You said I can’t have sex, and nothing about me not being able to get you off. I think our girlfriend is busy with my enemy, so . . .”
He started to stroke us together. I planted my hand on the wall next to his head, huffing as we looked down at our cocks. Our veins bulged, each of us hard and needy. Seeing us next to each other turned me on even more.
God, I wanted him. So badly.
Nick jerked us faster, his eyes fluttering. His cheeks were red, his eyes narrowing on me as the back of his head leaned against the tiles. Quick breaths parted his soft lips, his hips thrusting every few moments, begging for more.
“We should get out before we get carried away,” I whispered.
He offered a dry smirk. “Do you want me to stop, doctor?”
No. I didn’t. In fact it was the very last thing I wanted him to do.
“I didn’t think so,” he murmured.
His palm was rough, every motion drawing me to the edge. All the tension and worry from today speared into lust, driving through both of us.
My mouth knocked against his in a brutal kiss. I could drown in him right now.
He licked his lips and started to kneel, and god, I should have stopped him. I should have. But I couldn’t, not even as he turned me around and pressed my chest against the wall.
“If you’re going to suck my cock, it needs to be in bed. Showers are dangerous,” I panted.
Nick chuckled. “You’re too cautious.”
“Become a doctor and see how many patients you get from shower shenanigans then talk to me.”
“Shower shenanigans,” he snorted. He ran his soapy hands over my ass. “I’ll be careful with you, darling.”
“Somehow I don’t believe you.”
“Well, for what it’s worth, my knees are working just fine. I don’t mind being on them.”
Before I could retort, Nick buried his tongue against my hole. I cried out, my eyes rolling back as he started stroking my cock at the same time. Between his tongue and his hand, all thoughts ceased to be coherent. His touch felt too damn good.
“Nick,” I moaned.
His tongue rimmed me repeatedly, prodding and pushing. My eyes squeezed shut as all my blood flowed down. I pushed my ass back further, desperate for more.
Heat bloomed in my veins. Steam clung to our slick bodies. He jerked my cock faster, until finally, I pulled away from him.
“Too much?” He rasped.
“Stand up,” I demanded.
He did as I asked, his eyes lighting with surprise as I spun him around. I needed to be inside him.
“This is a fucking terrible idea,” I growled. “You’re literally hurt. Every part of my schooling is telling me this is stupid, yet I can’t think without having my cock deep inside you.”
“I don’t care,” Nick said. “I’ve tested recently and I’m negative.”
“I am too,” I said.
“Come inside me, then,” he whispered. “I won’t do the fucking for now, but I can take you. There’s lube on the shelf. Fuck me. Please, Matthew.”
The water was eventually gonna run cold, right? I’d lost track of time for how long we’d been in here. Occasionally, I’d catch a stray groan or whimper from the living room. Austin and Evie were doing just fine without us.
I rubbed the head of my cock between his cheeks. Bad idea. Such a bad idea. But I could fuck him gently, right?
With a curse, I leaned over and grabbed the bottle of lube.
I uncapped it quickly, pouring a generous amount in my palms and rubbing it up and down my cock.
Then, I dripped it between his ass cheeks, using my fingers to gently tease his hole.
He opened up for me, taking one finger, then two.
All while moaning and panting my name like it was the only word he knew.
“You’re a bad influence,” I whispered in his ear as I added a third finger, pumping them in and out of him slowly.
“Sorry not sorry.”
“Beg me for this fucking cock, Nick. Since you’re making me break all my rules anyway.”
Nick looked over his shoulder at me. “You like it.”
“Beg me now,” I growled.
He licked his lips, his lashes batting. “Please, Matt. Please fuck me. I’ve been wondering just how good it would feel all fucking week.
Do you know how many times I got off thinking about you and Evie on your first date night?
Knowing you had that wine and fruit, like I was there with you, even if I wasn’t? ”
“You’re greedy,” I mumbled against his neck.
“I am. I like being a greedy little slut, so make me one. Please.”
“My greedy little slut,” I corrected.
“Yours,” he moaned.
I lined up my cock with his hole and I slowly pushed inside him, his muscled ring slowly giving way. His forehead pressed against the wall, his breaths rolling out in pants, every muscle rippling with a shiver.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he moaned. “Go easy. It’s been a while.”
I nodded, huffing as I slowed my movements.
I waited for his body to relax before pushing my hips further forward, my dick inching inside him.
I was so hard, and he felt so good, hot and tight.
I kissed along his shoulders until our bodies were flush against each other, my cock buried completely inside him. I could feel him squeezing around me.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Yes,” he moaned. “You feel so good. I’m so full right now. I’m so turned on right now, my cock hurts.”
“Let’s make it feel better.”
I started to pump in and out of him at a slow, easy pace. Taking my time, making every single thrust count. I’d seen him dominate Evie and I knew he loved being in control, but fuck. He was perfect against me, taking my cock exactly how I wanted him to.
“You’re a good boy,” I murmured in his ear.
His hips jerked, a gasp tearing from him. “Fuck, Matt. What are you doing to me?”
I kissed the curve of his neck and picked up the pace, our skin slapping together. He whimpered my name over and over, his head falling back against my shoulder. I tightened my hold on his entire body, using him exactly as I pleased.
“I’m going to come,” he cried. “Please, Daddy.”
Daddy.
Nick stiffened against me. “Fuck. Sorry, I should have asked if—”
“Again,” I demanded. “Call me Daddy again, Nick. And this time don’t fucking apologize for it.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“And you’re going to get in bed after this,” I demanded. “You’re going to listen to me and stop being such a fucking demanding brat.”
“Whatever you say, Daddy,” he huffed. “Fuck. God damn, this feels good.”
Calling me Daddy had rocked me to my core. Every nerve was alive with energy. The shower was a haze around us, his moans syncing with every thrust.
I wondered if there could be something between us when I met him at the grocery store.
And yes. There was so much that could be between us. I’d never explored this side of myself, but Nick brought it straight to the surface, and made me feel confident in it, too.
“That’s my good boy,” I purred against his ear. “You’re doing so well for me, aren’t you? Taking every single inch of me.”
“Yes, Daddy. Fuck. Can I come? Please?”
“Come for me,” I commanded.
Nick shattered around me, his back sinking against my chest as he orgasmed. Cum shot from his cock, spraying across the tiles, his body squeezing around me. It was everything I needed to follow him over the edge.
I tightened my hold on him, moaning low in his ear as I started to fill him. I came inside his hole, pounding every last drop deep inside him.
Our bodies melted against each other. I held him up, pressed kisses over his shoulders as I let the euphoric feeling of release settle into my bones.
It was perfect.
Everything about this was.
“We’re going to go out there and they’re going to be fucking,” I murmured. “And you’re not allowed to do anything but lie there. Got it?”
“Ugh, yes,” he sighed. “I’ll behave. I think it’s all catching up with me anyway.”
“Let’s get cleaned up, some fluids in you, and meds.”
“I already got fluids in me,” he said with a smirk.
I swatted his ass for that, earning a laugh.
We washed off, brushed our teeth, dried each other’s bodies off, folded the shower bonnets and put them on the counter.
He chuckled as I brushed my lips over his.
Kissing him felt right. Natural, like breathing.
We took our time, although in the back of my mind, I kept wondering how Austin and Evie were doing . . .
A sharp cry echoed from the living room. Nick and I both glanced up then at each other.
“I know that voice,” he said.
“Let’s finish and join them,” I said. “I think it’s about time.”
“Me too.”