by L. A. Witt
While he waited, he grabbed a quick shower, and he’d only been out a couple of minutes before Jon showed up. He didn’t even have a chance to put on a shirt, but he suspected Jon wouldn’t mind.
He didn’t. As soon as the door opened, Jon looked him up and down and grinned. He stepped inside, gave Matt just long enough to toe the door shut, and then pulled him into one of those deep, addictive kisses. Matt squeezed Jon’s ass and kissed him back. He couldn’t get enough of the way Jon kissed. Or touched him. Or how hot it was to feel his cock hardening against his hip.
“Bedroom,” Matt murmured. “I want your dick in me.”
They both froze and stared at each other, Matt as surprised as Jon by his own boldness.
“You serious?” Jon asked.
Matt nodded slowly. “Uh-huh.”
“Oh God, yeah.” Jon shivered, his cock seeming to get even harder between their bodies. “Say the word, and I will—”
“Fuck me.”
“You sure you’re ready for—”
“I am so ready.” He shuddered, digging his fingers into Jon’s shoulders. “I’ve been thinking about it all day and . . .” He met Jon’s gaze. “Please fuck me.”
Jon gave him a teasing grin. “I don’t know. Seemed like you were enjoying being on top.”
“Uh-huh. Love being on top. But I want to try something new. I’ve been on top plenty of times. Last girlfriend . . . totally into anal.” Matt licked his lips. “Bottoming is the only thing I’ve never done, and I really, really want to.”
The teasing in Jon’s expression faded, and the lust in his eyes burned hotter. “Bedroom.”
They moved into the bedroom, and as they always did, kicked off their clothes in a hurry. Slowly undressing each other was fine and good, but Matt wanted him naked.
“You have condoms?” Jon asked.
Matt nodded. He had plenty, but Jon had apparently thought ahead too. When he took his hand out of his pocket, the distinctive gold packet between his fingers caught the light—Trojan Magnum. Because hello, Jon needed them.
A jolt of panic tensed Matt’s entire body. Was Jon too big for this? Maybe he should’ve tried with a larger toy first. Or a man who’d been a little less lucky in the cock lottery.
Jon touched his shoulder. “You sure about this?”
Apparently Matt’s nerves had been more obvious than he’d realized. “Yeah. Just nervous.”
“We don’t have to—”
“I want to. And I, uh . . . googled it. Because I was curious what to expect. If I should try anything on my own, or if I should do anything before—” He waved his hand. “I am definitely ready to try it.”
Jon grinned, sliding his hands over Matt’s ass and pulling him closer. “You do your homework. I’m impressed.”
Matt laughed nervously. “Well, I didn’t want to be too surprised by anything.”
“Good plan. Come here.”
On the bed, Jon lay on his side and pushed Matt’s legs apart. He drew the closer one up so Matt’s knee hooked over Jon’s hip, and Matt’s heart sped up. This was a weird position. Vulnerable and open. Of course he’d fingered plenty of women like this—he’d just never imagined being in this role.
Jon was in no hurry whatsoever. They kissed lazily while he teased Matt’s cock and balls for the longest time, until Matt was ready to say forget this and beg for a handjob or a blowjob. Jon’s hot body against his—not to mention the things he did with his magic fingers—had Matt at full attention despite his nerves.
Jon pushed himself up on his elbow. He sucked one of his own fingers into his mouth, then kissed Matt again as he reached between his legs, this time drifting right past Matt’s balls. Ignoring his nerves, Matt spread his legs a little wider to grant Jon more access. A fingertip teased his hole, not pressing in yet but definitely there.
“This might feel a little weird,” Jon said.
“It already does.”
“Want to stop?”
“No! No. Just . . . it’s all kind of weird.”
“Okay. We can always stop, though.” Jon kissed him, and the fingertip pressed a little harder, and suddenly—
“Oh God.” Matt shivered. One fingertip should not have been that intense, especially after he’d done this on his own with a toy, but it was. Probably because it wasn’t a piece of slicked-up plastic. It was Jon. Getting him ready. So they could fuck. Somehow just knowing that made the sensations more intense. Turned him on even more. Made him that much more desperate for Jon to put on a condom and go for it.
Jon still took his time, though. He made little circles with his finger, teasing the tight hole until Matt was ready to lose his mind. Then he added a second, and did the same thing—shallow strokes, gentle circles, teasing relentlessly. As he started to withdraw them, Matt made a frustrated and strangled sound, and Jon laughed softly against his neck.
“Just breathe,” he purred, and slid his fingers back in. “We’ve got all night. I’m not going to add more until you’re ready.”
Matt squeezed his eyes shut and breathed. He wasn’t worried about Jon moving too fast. Oh yeah, he was totally overwhelmed by these invasive, delicious sensations, but he wanted more. He wanted to know exactly what had had Lisa’s boyfriend coming unglued during their threesome, and what had made Jon moan and shake and damn near sob every night they’d been in bed together. Except every article he’d read had been emphatic about going slow—and about how quickly things could get painful if the top rushed an inexperienced bottom—so he was patient.
Sort of.
Between Jon’s warm breath on his neck and his skilled fingers in his ass, Matt was in a weird limbo between heaven and hell. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this turned on, and he felt so fucking good. At the same time, he was aching for more, his toes curling and his fingers clawing at the sheets and at Jon’s shoulder. More than once, he’d read that it wasn’t unusual for a bottom to go soft, but apparently that wasn’t going to be an issue for him—his cock was rock hard, and he didn’t dare touch himself because he was sure he’d come too soon, and he didn’t want his first time being penetrated to be right after he’d gotten off. It’d be too sensitive. Painful, even. And besides, he wanted to know what it was like to come while he was being fucked, and he wanted to know right now, and goddammit Jon if you don’t stop teasing me . . .
“Patience,” Jon murmured, grinning against Matt’s neck. He was easily in to his second knuckles now, and Matt could barely breathe. On their own, his hips rocked, complementing Jon’s slow, lazy strokes. If fingers felt this good, Jon’s dick was going to send Matt up in flames.
Then Jon’s fingers did . . . something—something Matt couldn’t quite define—and for a couple of seconds, the whole world went blurry. It was the weirdest feeling. Not painful, but . . . like it should have been painful. Like something that intense should have hurt, but since it didn’t, it was overwhelmingly pleasurable.
“Oh Jesus,” he moaned. “They weren’t kidding about the male G-spot, were they?”
Jon laughed and kissed under Matt’s jaw. “No, they were not.”
“Ungh.” Matt’s back arched. “I want . . . no more fingers.”
“You sure?” There was a teasing lilt in Jon’s voice. Less “are you sure you can handle it?” and more “are you sure you want me to stop what I’m doing?” As if for emphasis, he finger-fucked Matt’s ass a little faster.
“Y-yeah. God, yeah. I want . . . your cock.”
Jon shivered beside him, then slid his fingers free, and Matt thought he’d lose his mind. The absence of those delicious strokes was as frustrating as the anticipation of Jon’s dick.
“Fuck me,” he begged. “Please.”
“I absolutely will.” Jon dropped a kiss on his lips before he reached for the nightstand. “Let me just get a condom, and I’m all yours.”
Matt closed his eyes and breathed, willing himself to calm the hell down so he didn’t come before Jon was even inside him. Fortunately, Jon
was quick about getting a rubber and some lube on, and before Matt’s head had stopped spinning—or even slowed down—Jon tapped his hip.
“Hands and knees,” he said. “It’ll be more comfortable.”
Matt did as he was told. He was dizzy as hell, but at this point, he didn’t care if he passed out. He’d just collapse on the pillows. Wasn’t like he’d hit the floor. On the other hand, then he wouldn’t be conscious to enjoy being fucked, so he took a few more deep breaths.
The blunt, slick pressure of Jon’s cock against his hole nearly did him in. He bit his lip, squeezing his eyes shut, and concentrated on staying as relaxed as possible.
Jon was even more careful with his cock than he’d been with his fingers. He pressed until Matt yielded, and when he slipped past the ring of muscle, the burn was way more amazing than it had any right to be. Matt tried to rock back, seeking more, but Jon held his hips.
“Easy,” he breathed. “Let me.”
Matt groaned with frustration, but obeyed. Little by little, Jon worked himself deeper. Yeah, Matt was pretty sure he was going to pass out. This felt . . . so . . . good.
Even after Jon had eased himself in enough that he could move freely, he didn’t pick up speed. He kept taking smooth, sexy strokes that were so slow, Matt could feel every single contour of Jon’s long, thick cock. So this was what it felt like to be fucked. To be ridden. To be stretched and filled up by a man.
Yeah. Yeah, this was good.
He remembered all the sounds Derek had made while Matt had been inside him, and suddenly understood why. Every stroke of Jon’s dick sent fresh waves of electricity through him, teasing nerve endings that weren’t used to this kind of thing, but were definitely going to get used to it if Matt had anything to say about it. This was the kind of sex he hadn’t known he’d been craving, and now he’d never, ever get enough of it. More. Fuck, he wanted more.
Jon’s strained, frantic voice echoed in his mind, and Matt couldn’t help thinking there must’ve been some reason for those pleas, so he repeated them: “Harder.”
“You sure?” Jon nipped the side of his neck.
“Uh-huh. I want . . .” The word reverberated through his mind, making him shiver, and all Matt could do was murmur, “Harder.”
“I was hoping you’d say that,” Jon growled, and thrust so hard, Matt nearly toppled onto the mattress. “You like it like—”
“More.” The word came out as little more than a sob. A desperate, hungry sob. “Oh God, more. Please.”
Jon bit his neck once more, than sat up, grabbed Matt’s hips, and showed him what “hard” really meant.
And this . . . this was amazing. Painful in a weird way, but hot. So, so intense. How he was able to concentrate enough to keep rocking his hips, he had no idea. Maybe his body had just taken over and knew what it needed to do to keep these delicious sensations going, and to keep Jon moaning and trembling like this. He desperately needed to come, but he needed to hold himself up, so he couldn’t stroke himself off, but God, Jon’s cock felt so good inside him, and . . .
Suddenly Matt was coming. Shooting semen onto the sheets, jerking, shaking, and all the while not even touching his dick. “Oh my God . . . fuck!”
Jon took a few more hard, erratic thrusts, then buried himself in Matt and shuddered. Matt couldn’t tell if he felt Jon’s cock pulsing, or if those were just aftershocks of his own orgasm, but whatever. He didn’t care. He was utterly, blissfully spent.
I got fucked. I totally just got fucked, and it was awesome.
He shivered, goose bumps springing up all over his tingling skin. As Jon withdrew, Matt moaned softly. He couldn’t handle another stroke, but at the same time he didn’t want Jon to pull out yet.
We have to do this again. Soon.
They made a lazy effort of cleaning themselves up, but were both too wobbly on their legs to stay up for long, so they cuddled up in the middle of Matt’s bed. They kissed while catching their breath, and Matt didn’t think he’d ever been this insanely satisfied.
“I’m gonna guess,” Jon said after a while, “that you enjoyed that.”
“Uh-huh.” Matt licked his lips. “I haven’t found anything I don’t enjoy with you, to be honest.”
Jon grinned. “That’s what I like to hear.”
“I’m definitely still attracted to women.” He ran a hand up the middle of Jon’s chest. “But thanks to everything you’re doing? I am seriously enjoying the hell out of being with a man.”
Jon laughed, trailing his fingers along Matt’s inked forearm. “And all because of a threesome?”
Matt chuckled. “Well, I don’t know how else I was going to figure it out.”
“Fair enough. I wish I could’ve been there to see it, though,” Jon murmured in Matt’s ear before letting his teeth graze that sensitive skin. “Would you ever consider an all-male threesome?”
Matt bit back a moan. A month ago, that suggestion would have put him on the defensive. Right now, though, knowing what it felt like to have Jon’s cock buried inside him, his skin damn near sizzling wherever they touched, the thought of having two men at the same time was so hot it nearly overwhelmed him. Nearly made him hard all over again.
“Y-yeah.” He licked his lips. “Yeah, I would.”
“Mmm, I like the sound of that.” Jon’s fingers slid into Matt’s hair as his tongue slid into his mouth, and the kiss made Matt’s head spin.
Matt broke the kiss with a gasp. “Keep that up, and I’m gonna have to fuck you this time.”
Jon bit the top of his shoulder. “Promises, promises.”
Matt said nothing. He just threw Jon onto his back and kissed him.
And he absolutely made good on that promise.
Chapter 13
Tonight was like a lot of Sunday nights—the squadron hunkered down at O’Leary’s, a sports bar near Oceana’s main gate, and the beer flowed while everyone hollered at the games on the flat screens.
Jon was halfway through his first beer—and the Falcons were halfway through kicking ass in the second quarter—when his phone buzzed.
Matt.
Jon grinned as he read the message.
Done for the night. You want to come by after the game?
Jon licked his lips and wrote back, Don’t have to ask me twice.
He put the phone down and looked up at the game again. Interception. Nice.
The phone lit up. Matt again.
What would it take to get you here sooner?
Jon squirmed. Much as he loved the Falcons, he loved sex even more. Especially the sex he’d been having lately. Suddenly it was really tempting to blow off the guys and find the shortest distance between the bar and Matt’s bed.
“What’re you grinning about?” Nate craned his neck. “Got a hot date or something?”
“I might if I play my cards right.”
“Yeah?”
“Uh-huh.”
The phone lit up.
Nate grabbed it, and Jon snatched it back, but apparently not before Nate saw the name on the screen.
“Matt?” Nate cocked his head. “Wait, are you still doing that tattoo artist? The one who drew on your ass?”
“Uh, yeah?” Jon eyed him, hoping he wasn’t blushing even though the warmth in his cheeks said he was. His tattooed ass cheek was probably even blushing. “Have you seen him?”
“Of course I’ve seen him, but this is what, a two night stand?” Nate smirked. “Sounds like it’s getting serious.”
“Shut up.” He looked at the message.
Been horny all day. Not sure how long I can wait.
Good God.
Jon gulped. You know how to tempt a man, don’t you?
After he’d sent it, he turned to Nate. “And what are you still doing out, anyway?”
Nate shrugged. “The ball-and-chain had to work late. So”—he raised his beer—“more for me!”
“Work late? On a Sunday?”
“Eh, you know how lawyers are. Work never stops.” He
took a pull from his beer. “Way his caseload’s been the last few months, I’m lucky I see him at all.”
Jon felt for him. If there was one thing Nate hated, it was being away from Caleb for any length of time. Jon always teased him about being domesticated, just like Nate was forever giving him hell about never having an orgasm in the same man twice. Okay, that part was an exaggeration. Jon rarely spent more than a single night with the same man, but that certainly didn’t mean he only came in him once.
But still, yes, it wasn’t usually his style to spend more than one night with someone. The only thing that kept him going back to Matt was that Matt was . . . an experienced virgin, for lack of a better description. He’d had plenty of sex in his life, just not with men. So now, here he was with all that experience, and at the same time exploring something completely new. He wanted a little guidance, and anyway, Jon couldn’t help but be intrigued by him. By being in bed with someone who confidently knew his way around erogenous zones and knew what he enjoyed, but still had some of that shyness—even innocence—of someone doing this for the very first time.
About the time the novelty wore off for Matt, it would wear off for Jon too, and they could both move on to other men. Probably other men and women in Matt’s case.
And speaking of Matt . . .
Jon’s phone came to life again.
Been thinking about the other night. A lot.
Which other night? As soon as he’d sent it, the pieces fell together. Bottoming, you mean?
Uh-huh. Was so hot.
So much for not getting hard. Jon’s breath was faster now too, as if they were right there in the same room, talking dirty and touching each other all over instead of on opposite sides of town, thumbing the words into their phones.
Matt wasn’t going to let up, either:
Come over now, and I’ll make it worth your while. ;)
Jon’s breath left his lungs in a single whoosh. You know how hard it is to watch football with a boner?
You know how hard it is to be this hard without you here to do something about it?
A second later, I could jack off, but it’s not the same.