Page 65 of Starfish and Coffee
Something about that broke Alex inside, knowing that even Holly, his best friend in the world, felt more for Matt’s side of things than his, and why shouldn’t she? Alex was the one who had broken it off. He’d ruined what was once beautiful and perfect. Matt had never gotten the courtesy of an explanation, and Holly knew that.
He should feel guilty for kicking Holly out of her own house, but all he could do was sit there heartsick and more turned on than he’d been in averylong time. He heard the front door close, and then listened for Holly to start up his car since hers was on its last legs and in the shop again. He actually exhaled a sigh of relief when he knew she had pulled out of the driveway.
“I guess I—” Matt swallowed hard as if only now realizing what it meant to be alone in the house with Alex. “I should go to bed.”
Alex dropped his hands, staring at him dubiously because they both knew where this was going and pretending now was ridiculous.
“Take off your shirt for me.” Alex studied Matt standing there, more handsome than he remembered. He’d been longing to see those thick muscles and broad shoulders since Matt first walked into the restaurant. His voice was low, husky, and demanding in a way he couldn’t mask after too many beers. “I wanna see you.”
“I don’t think so,” Matt said sardonically, giving him a narrow-eyed stare. “If anyone’s giving a strip show, it sure isn’t me.”
Alex could work with that. “Okay.” He tugged on the back of his T-shirt and pulled it off in one fluid motion. He tossed it aside and stood up, noting the way Matt’s eyes widened as he stared at Alex’s chest with a hunger he didn’t hide. Alex cupped his crotch, his dick already hard, and felt a sense of satisfaction when Matt’s gaze followed the action. “Looks good, right?”
Matt’s cheeks flushed in a way that would have made Alex instantly hard if he wasn’t already aching. Matt’s voice gave way to desire he obviously wasn’t ready to admit to as he growled, “You are still cocky and arrogant.”
“You’re still sweet,” Alex countered, humming low in his throat as he admired the red tint to Matt’s cheeks and neck. “You used to blush like that when I fucked you. God, it turned me on. Still does. I wanna eat you.”
“Oh my God.” Matt turned away from him and then looked toward the ceiling once more. “I should risk a DUI.”
“Why?” Alex walked around the table. The dark, naughty side of him he hadn’t tapped in a very long time loved the way Matt took a step back in response. “You said you missed it.”
Matt shook his head, swallowing hard once. “I shouldn’t have come.”
“No, you probably shouldn’t have.”
Matt actually made a move to leave, but Alex was on him before he could make it to the door. Savoring the surge of yearning the small chase pushed through his bloodstream, he tangled his fingers in Matt’s hair, messing up his executive hairstyle when he tugged his head back.
It was amazing Alex didn’t black out from the lust pulsing through him as he looked down into stunned eyes that reflected desire like sunshine bouncing off the ocean on the first clear day after years of bad weather. He felt raw and primal and masculine, and he needed Matt like he needed air, realizing only now just how starved he was for sexual contact. The fact that it was Matt, who was his perfect mate in every way possible, had his breathing shallow and his skin hypersensitive with the promise of pleasure.
He reached down with his other hand, tugging on Matt’s blue button-down shirt neatly tucked into his khaki pants. “Take it off, Matty,” he growled into his ear. “Let me see you.”
Matt shuddered, his eyes rolling back as he curved into the tight hold Alex had on his hair. His fingers shook as he worked on the buttons of his shirt blindly, his chest heaving, his eyes still closed against the defeat. Alex couldn’t remember him looking sexier than he did right then as he watched the long, smooth line of skin Matt revealed to him.
Matt struggled with the cuffs at his wrist and when they were undone he shrugged out of his shirt, pushing it off with rough, frustrated motions and dropping it to the floor with a huff. “Happy?” he snapped, opening his eyes to glare as his chest still heaved with harsh, raspy breaths.
“Not yet.”
Alex admired the impressive contours of Matt’s bare chest, arms, and abdomen, noting that he was bigger and more cut than he had been before. Alex reached around with his free hand, refusing to release the hold he had on Matt’s hair as he ran his fingers over his taut stomach. Then he reached down to cup Matt’s cock through his pants, finding it hard and thick while Matt arched into Alex’s touch, his eyes closing once more.
“Pants too. Take ’em off.”
“Shit.” Matt squeezed his eyes shut tighter. “I shouldn’t give this to you.”
“No you shouldn’t,” Alex agreed with him wholeheartedly. “But you will, because you know how good it’s gonna be, and you’ve missed it. If it makes you feel any better, I’ve missed it too.”
Matt opened his eyes once more, giving him a look of confusion. “Then why—”
“Pants,” Alex cut him off, feeling far too raw where Matt was concerned to touch that subject. “Now!”
Matt toed off his shoes in response, kicking one aside and then the other before his fingers went to his belt buckle. The art of slow seduction was missing as Matt made quick work of pushing his pants and underwear past his hips. He kicked them aside to rest in a pile next to his shoes once they reached the floor.
“God,” Alex groaned, pushing his hips into the small of Matt’s back when he looked over his shoulder to see Matt standing there naked in nothing but his white socks. His thick, cut cock jutted up out of a nest of brown curls, and Alex licked his lips hungrily. “I love your dick.”
“Just not quite enough to stick it out for,” Matt said bitterly.
“Shhh,” he whispered, worried Matt’s bitterness and tendency to say whatever was on his mind would ruin something that needed to sustain Alex for a very long time. He used the hold he still had on Matt’s hair to tug his head to the side, exposing the curve of his neck. He leaned down to brush his lips over the hard, erratic thump of Matt’s pulse. “Will you play a game with me, Matty?”
Matt sucked in a hard breath, his body shuddering from just the small touch of Alex’s lips against his neck. “I’m listening,” he finally whispered when Alex waited for a response.
