Page 31 of Starfish and Coffee
Then Alex found Matt’s hole again, this time with slick fingers that made stretching him so much easier. Matt groaned, enjoying the burn more than he should. Something about it felt amazingly good—Alex’s fingers, first one, then two, thrusting into him, spreading to loosen him. It was far more satisfying than the rimming, but it still left him wanting more.
“Fuck, will you just do it?” He pushed back against Alex’s fingers as he reached up to grab the headboard, needing more leverage.
“Get on your knees a little.” Alex used his free hand to grab Matt’s waist, urging him up. When Matt followed his lead, getting up on his knees, Alex groaned. “Yeah, like that. Christ, you look good like this, all spread open and waiting for me with my fingers in your ass.”
“Hunter.” Matt huffed in warning.
“I’m gonna go slow.” Alex leaned over him, placing a kiss against his shoulder. “First time’s supposed to be soft and sweet, right?”
“Oh shit,” Matt moaned in complaint.
He was pretty sure soft and sweetwas nothow he wanted it, but he couldn’t argue. Alex pulled away his fingers, eliminating that full feeling Matt liked so much. The stretch, the burn: it was all gone, and he was seriously going to kick the shit out of Alex once he could think clearly again.
Then Alex was moving over Matt, his dick rubbing down the crease of Matt’s ass before pushing in slowly, forcing the tight ring of muscle to open to him. This time the burn hurt past the point of being sexy. Matt hissed, thinking he was going to kick Alex’s assright nowbecause he felt swallowed up by him, smothered and trapped and—
“Too much,” he panted. Hot and cold; it was more than he could take.
“Push out.” Alex stroked Matt’s back and held Matt’s hip with a steely, calloused grip. “Fuck, Matty, you feel good. So fucking tight. So hot.”
The guttural rasp of bliss in Alex’s voice caused a sheen of goose bumps to spread over Matt’s skin. He found himself spreading his legs wider, wanting more despite the burn. Alex groaned as he sank in deeper, his pleasure feeding the fire Matt could feel raging below the surface.
Alex leaned over and grabbed the headboard, using it to leisurely push the rest of the way in. They were both shaking by the time Alex’s hips were flush against Matt’s ass.
“Look at me in you.” Alex’s voice was a low grunt of stark indulgence. “God, I just wanna stay here and admire the way you look under me. Does it feel good? Tell me.”
Matt’s breathing was harsh and ragged, and his thoughts had splintered into a million different fragments, but somehow he knew if he didn’t find his voice, Alex wasn’t going to start moving. “Yes,” he finally admitted with a grunt of defeat.
“You think it’s hot?”
“Yes,” he growled, pushing back against Alex to prove his point.
“Tell me how hot.”
Matt was burning up; that’s how hot it was. He craved completion. He could feel Alex’s cock nudging against that same sensitive place inside him, and it left him shaking for some sort of friction to relieve the ache it caused.
Too turned on to talk anymore, he reached down and grabbed his dick with his free hand, stroking it and moaning from the rush it gave him. The added pleasure was his undoing. Matt hung his head low and just gave in to the indulgence of jerking off with Alex Hunter buried balls-deep in his ass.
Something about that must have gotten to Alex. With a low growl he pulled out of Matt partially and then pushed in, making them both gasp. Then he was doing it again and again, each time a little faster and harsher than the last.
Alex quickly went from soft and sweet to hard and primal.
The fire exploded inside Matt, turning into something wild and uncontrollable. He’d never yearned like this before. He was overwhelmed and it seemed Alex was too. Thoughts obliterated, they started fucking like they meant it.
Alex slammed into him, and Matt encouraged every hard stroke that sent the ecstasy reverberating through him, taking him higher and higher. Loud grunts and groans burst out of both of them, rising with the tide threatening to drag Matt out to a sea there was no escape from.
How could he ever go back to regular sex after this?
Even as the storm raged, he could feel himself being pulled apart and rebuilt into something stronger. This was real, sex in its rawest, most erotic form without the tedious rules of society. Matt clung to it, letting himself be fucked and saved from a life that would never make him happy by a man who shouldn’t be his friend, let alone his lover.
Alex threaded his fingers into Matt’s hair. He tugged his head back and then leaned over to kiss him as if the powerful connection had impacted him too. Their tongues clashed as Alex slid into him at just the right angle.
Alex swallowed his cry of pleasure when the release slammed into Matt without warning. He felt the jets of cum coat his hand, making him realize he’d been jerking off all along, shamelessly enjoying the feeling of Alex’s cock sliding in and out of his ass.
Too far gone to be ashamed, he shook with the ecstasy that pounded through his body, the impact of it so powerful it was humbling. Alex stiffened too, his hips slamming into Matt in hard, erratic strokes as he followed him over the edge. His moans just made Matt’s climax all the more potent.
Neither of them was quiet or gentle as the pleasure ripped through their bodies. It took a while for the storm to pass, and when it did, Matt became aware of the little things, like the sound of their heavy breathing over the crash of the waves in the distance. The feel of the breeze against his sweaty skin. Alex softly caressing his hair and nuzzling the back of his neck.
It was a surreally peaceful moment.
