Page 61 of Suddenly You
But still, I don’t touch him where I want to. Just let my hands slide between his legs and massage the edge of his ass. He arches up to give me more access, and I lean forward slightly to get a better grip.
Matthew’s hands are pressed against the bottom of the tub as he arches into me, and I massage those globes tenderly, trying like hell to keep myself in check.
I desperately want to slide a finger around his hole, but I shouldn’t.
Right?
I shouldn’t dare.
But before I can convince myself to try it, Matthew pulls away from me and turns to face me, some water sloshing out of the tub and onto the floor.
He’s looking at me now, and I bite my bottom lip, trying to contain any inappropriate thoughts or words. And then he’s crawling up me, pushing my legs together and straddling my lap. Our cocks are pressed together, and I realize now that he’s just as hard as me.
His arms move around my back and he holds on to me tightly as he rests his face in the crook of my neck.
My hands gently slide down his spine and cup his ass once more, massaging him as he grunts and grinds against me, tentative, shyly.
And I let him. I don’t say a word as our cocks meet and slip apart.
He lets out trembling breaths against my skin as he rocks against me, and I continue to hold on to his ass, my hands encouraging him to keep going, to keep moving against me.
His dick brushes against my stomach over and over as he moans softly against my skin. My body is on fire, the water turning lukewarm the longer we sit here, but I’ll stay forever until he finds what he’s looking for.
“You feel so good,” he admits softly as he thrusts his hips.
“You do too,” I whisper and reach a hand up to cup his neck, to keep him cradled against me as he searches for whatever it is he’s looking for. I’ll be the compass in his wild exploration.
My hand on his ass squeezes gently and then my forefinger slides into his crack.
Matthew gasps at the feeling of me touching him somewhere I’m sure no one has touched before. And that’s when his movements pick up. Water is sloshing around us like a tumultuous sea, and he’s holding on to me like a life preserver.
My finger just rests between his cheeks as I hold him against me and after a minute of this, I move it, searching for his hole.
When I find it, I press against it, just a light touch, and he groans loudly, shocking himself. His movements grow stuttered and so I do it again, my own dick achingly hard.
“I want to come, Cooper,” he admits, his lips brushing against my overly warm skin. “Tell me it’s okay to come.”
“It’s okay, baby,” I say softly and touch his hole again, making him arch against it and shudder slightly.
“What are you doing to me?” he asks, a desperate twinge to his voice.
“Just holding you,” I tell him, and he swallows roughly as he grinds against me, over and over as my finger presses against his hole. Not entering, not teasing, just a gentle press until I feel him start to tremble.
It’s heady, the feel of him coming. His entire body shakes, his face buried in my neck, his moans dripping off my skin and settling into the water below.
It’s enough to set me off as well. The friction of his body against mine makes me gasp and shake as my cock erupts, our orgasms cresting in tandem.
And then we settle, my finger moving away from his hole and resting on his hip. He’s shivering now, his entire body shuddering, but we don’t move. We just sit in the water for a little while longer before I finally pull him up.
“Let’s rinse off,” I tell him, and he nods, not meeting my gaze but still letting me lead him to the walk-in shower. It’s there that I hold him against me and wash his hair and body. I do the same to myself before stepping out. Matthew still hasn’t made eye contact with me but doesn’t really seem ashamed by what happened. More shy than anything.
“You okay?” I ask after we’re dressed, and he nods, peeking at me through those thick eyelashes.
Fuck, he’s so goddamn hot.
“Yeah. I’m good.”
I glance out at the rainy, overcast day and hand him a raincoat.