Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
He had screwed up, but he would make things right and he would definitely make it to breakfast. All he needed to do was prove to Oliver that he wasn’t just experimenting.
He was falling.
Matthew pulled into his driveway and breathed a sigh of relief to see that Calamity’s car was gone. After that, all thoughts about his future narrowed to the amount of time it would take him to turn off the car and get inside the front door with Oliver in tow.
Matthew needed this man in his bed.
He grabbed the small sealed bottle Rory had given him and slid it into the pocket of his jeans before climbing out of the car.
Oliver was at his side as soon as he closed the door and hopping up in his arms, clinging as Matthew forced himself to take those last few steps that stood between them and naked.
“That drive took forever.”
Matthew moaned in agreement against his mouth, barely getting the key turned in the lock before he’d kicked the door shut and was leaning back against it. “Lock it, Legs. The family’s big on unexpected interruptions.”
“Mine too.” Oliver quickly reached around him for the deadbolt, kissing his neck on the way. “Please tell me your bedroom is close.”
“Top of the stairs,” he managed and Oliver whimpered impatiently.
By the time they got to his door, Matthew’s shirt was off, his jeans unbuttoned again. “Slow down, Legs.”
“Quiero joder,” Oliver moaned in response, rubbing against him.
Fuck, that was sexy.
“You want something?” he asked as they walked into his room.
He was suddenly thankful he’d splurged on the new bed, since the one he’d been making do with was too small for the athletics he had in mind.
He lowered Oliver onto the king-sized mattress, one knee bent to follow him down. “Tell me what you want.”
“To fuck,” Oliver said through swollen, bow-shaped lips, his eyes dark with need. “I want you naked. I want to ride you.”
Matthew closed his eyes and blew out a shaky breath. Jesus. “Same here. We have so many things in common. Did you notice?”
Straightening up, he slid off his shoes and stripped off his jeans with clumsy hands while Oliver showed off his flexibility, lifting his legs over his head to yank off his own pants.
Talk about giving him ideas.
Matthew tossed the bottle of lube and a condom from the bedside table onto the mattress next to Oliver before climbing back up to hover over him.
“Look at you,” he breathed, taking in every flawless inch of golden skin. “I could stare at you for hours. I have.”
“Less talking,” Oliver commanded. “More riding.”
He launched a sneak attack, flipping them over so Matthew was the one on his back.
Matthew laughed up at him. “Whatever you want, Legs.”
Oliver paused, surprise getting through the haze. “You’re giving me the reins without argument? I was sure the member of a kink club would want to tie me up first.”
Matthew narrowed his gaze. “We can get to that later. Right now, I don’t care who’s on top, as long as I get to be inside you.”
“I like that about you.” He tore open the condom and reached down to grip Matthew’s cock. “You’re built where it counts, aren’t you?”
Matthew’s laugh was a burst of shocked sound. How could he laugh when he was right on the edge? “Hop on and see for yourself.”
“One more minute, Speedy.” Oliver opened the bottle of lube and coated the condom-covered erection before he reached back and readied himself.
“You’re calling me Speedy? The one complaining that the stairs were taking too long?” Matthew’s fingers dug into his hips possessively. “I should be the one doing that. You don’t know how often I’ve imagined fucking you with my fingers.”
Oliver shivered and licked his lips. “Yeah? That sounds good, but you’re right. I’m too impatient for that this time. We’ll play later.”
Had he ever thought Oliver was shy? Thank God he was wrong.
“Are you ready for this, Finn?”
At his nod, Oliver lowered himself slowly onto Matthew’s cock and the world turned on its side again.
“Fuck. Fuck.” It was almost too tight. A fist around him, bruising and perfect and hot and—“Fuck.”
“I’m trying,” Oliver joked, closing his eyes and shuddering as he rocked another inch lower. “You’re a little more than I bargained for.”
Foreplay is your friend.
“First I’m not built, too cute, Disney—”
“Stop,” Oliver laughed, his breathing heavy. “Don’t make me laugh.”
“I’d rather make you come. I’m ready to bargain right now. One more inch and I’ll give you my car. A kidney.”
They both laughed again. Moaned. Oliver swayed against him, pausing so his body could adjust to Matthew’s invasion.
“Oh God, you’re killing me, Legs.”
“I think you’ll live. But if I’m too sore to teach the old men to mambo on Monday, I’m blaming it on you,” he panted, his hands caressing Matthew’s chest and stomach restlessly.