Page 22 of Starfish and Coffee
Alex was doing the same thing, rutting into him as they kissed hard and frantic, his stiff cock brushing against Matt’s thigh. Then Alex lined up their lower bodies, and the entire game changed.
The need. The tension. The desperation.
That first brush of their cocks together through the material of their swimsuits turned the gauge on all of it. Matt’s heartbeat pounded in his ears from the tidal wave of sexual excitement that slammed into him so hard his entire body clenched with it. He was shaking, seizing Alex’s hips, eager to bring them closer together. It was a rough, almost violent clashing of their mouths and bodies, and Matt loved it.
When Alex finally broke away, he was breathing heavily, his breath warm against Matt’s ear. “You wanna try something different? Something you can’t do with a woman?”
All the air whooshed out of Matt as he groaned, “Fuck, yes.” Not even stopping to worry about what exactly he was agreeing to.
All he knew was he felt alive and sexual in a way he’d never been before this moment. No girl had stared at him like Alex did, predatory and hungry. Just the look in Alex’s whiskey-colored gaze running over him hotly, the flames dancing in their depths like a physical manifestation of the blaze that had risen up between them had Matt willing to go along with anything he asked.
Alex sat up, falling back on his haunches as he sat straddled over Matt. Then he pulled at the string to his suit and pushed it down, showing off the smooth plane of his lower stomach, the ridges of his muscles. There was no trail of golden hair and no tan lines, both of which Matt had noticed when they’d gone skinny-dipping Saturday night. Everything about Alex was beautiful and perfect, reminding him once again of those flawless men in magazines. When Alex did reveal his dick, it jutted up out of a neat patch of hair, making it obvious he did some serious manscaping. Matt would’ve smirked if he could think about anything but what Alex was showing him.
His stomach tightened in anticipation as he watched Alex stroke his long, cut cock all the while regarding Matt with that same heated, intense glare that made Matt feel exposed in the best way possible.
“Take it out.” Alex looked to Matt’s hard cock straining against his suit.
Matt pushed at the waistband, not bothering with the tie in his haste. Out of sheer desperation he stroked himself once he freed his dick, arching into his hand shamelessly with a groan.
“Check this out.” Alex fell forward, all his weight resting on one palm.
Their cocks brushed, bare and warm. Matt arched up in response, and Alex answered the silent plea by spitting on his other palm and then grabbing Matt’s dick. He stroked it expertly, his hand slick, sliding the full length before his thumb ran over the head.
Matt’s head fell back against the towel, even if a large part of him wanted to watch. The pleasure was molten, so overwhelming he didn’t see how it could get better, but then Alex lined up their lower bodies once more before fisting both their cocks, pushing them together intimately and then resuming his stroke. Matt nearly came from the sensation.
Yeah, he certainly couldn’t dothiswith a girl.
Alex’s hand was rough and calloused, but longer fingered and strong. The positioning was awkward at times. One or the other of them would slip out of Alex’s grasp because neither of them was small, but something about the fumbling just made it better. The silken rub of their cocks together was so incredibly hot Matt knew he was getting off on that more than anything.
He was moaning, his hips moving because the friction wasn’t quite enough when it was both of them. He was on edge, strung tight and aching. Then Alex started nipping and kissing his neck.
“I’m gonna blow all over you,” Alex growled into his ear at one point. “You like that, huh? The idea of my spunk all over your stomach?”
Fuck, yes, Matt liked that.
He turned his head to the side, giving Alex better access to say all the dirty shit he wanted, even if it did make the back of his neck hot. When Alex went from talking about what they were doing to what hewantedto do, Matt’s entire face was burning, but he didn’t want Alex to stop.
“Have you ever been fucked?” Alex asked, his voice raspy from the pleasure. “Ever let another guy have that fucking beautiful ass of yours?”
“No.” Matt used his grip on Alex’s waist to hold him tighter, half afraid he’d pull away when Matt admitted that he wasn’t nearly as gay as he was acting. He couldn’t think to articulate himself properly. He was too breathless, too tight with the pleasure that was building to the point he was mindless with it. Finally he panted, “Only girls,” hoping that’d sum up the extent of his experience.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Alex bit at the soft spot at the curve of Matt’s neck. It was hard, on the edge of too painful, most definitely marking, as if to leave a reminder before he said, “You keep teasing me, and I’ll be the one to do it. I won’t just fuck you until you come just from the feel of my cock stretching and owning your ass, I’ll make you like it.”
Something about the sound of Alex’s voice as he made the vow had Matt arching beneath him. He came in a searing flash of pleasure that actually had him shouting from the force of it. It was the worst possible time for it to happen. It made it seem like he wanted Alex to fuck him, which he didn’t, not really. He may have had thoughts about being with another man, but he was supposed to be on top.
His dick had other ideas, because it kept pulsing and shooting in Alex’s hand, bathing his stomach in the warm, sticky feel of cum. He couldn’t remember the last time he came that hard. He was still shaking with it when Alex let him go to jerk off solo.
Alex’s hand flew over his dick until his stomach clenched and his head fell down to watch himself come on Matt’s stomach, their cum mixing as it pooled in Matt’s belly button and rolled down the ridges of his abdominal muscles.
Alex had barely stopped coming when he crawled off Matt and then slid down his body. Matt gaped when Alex dragged his tongue over his stomach, licking up the evidence of their combined desire. Bold and unabashed, his eyes were on Matt, watching his reaction while he did it. It wasn’t a quick swipe either. It was slow and indulgent, as if he liked the way it tasted.
Matt grunted in shock, ’cause that was…
Disgusting… Soverywrong… The hottest fucking thing he’d ever seen in his life.
Then Alex surged forward while Matt was still trying to get over his disbelief. He fisted Matt’s hair painfully, holding him immobile as he kissed him. Alex pushed his tongue into Matt’s mouth, forcing him to taste.
Before Matt could decide if he liked it or not, Alex pulled away and snarled, “Don’t start games you can’t handle, Tarrington. ’Cause if you start it, I’ll finish it.”
