Page 67 of Starfish and Coffee
“Mmm,” Alex hummed, leaning down to lap at the line of Matt’s collarbone. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” Matt agreed as Alex continued to stroke his cock with slow, torturously gentle strokes when Matt had always liked it rough and dirty. “Forever.”
For a man who had always been honest to a fault, Matt was a little too good at playing this game of pretend, because Alex believed him. Appreciating the gift in a way he hadn’t at twenty-two, Alex fell to his knees in the face of it, and savored Matt’s gasp of surprise as he looked down at Alex with eyes wide in stunned desire.
Alex wrapped his arms around Matt. His palms pressed against the small of his back, forcing him forward. He leaned down to lave his tongue over the beautiful lines of Matt’s abdominal muscles and then nipped at his hip bone. Unable to resist, he trailed one hand down to cup Matt’s firm, muscled ass, groaning when he thought of tasting it, fingering it—fucking it.
“Alex, come on,” Matt growled, jerking Alex out of his fantasies.
Taking a leaf out of Matt’s book, Alex fell back to his haunches and licked his own palm, doing it in the same slow, deliberate way Matt had. Then he stroked the cock in front of him.
“Fuck.” Matt ran both hands through his own hair and gripped the dark strands tightly, making him look gorgeous as he tossed his head back in pure sexual abandon. Loving to see him let go, Alex took the head of Matt’s cock in his mouth. He kept his eyes on Matt who arched into the intimate embrace of Alex’s mouth. “Suck me.”
Alex groaned, his mouth full of cock as his eyes closed to the beautiful image of Matt lost to desire. He took him deep, savoring the feel of him against his tongue. The musk of cock and soap and Matt permeated Alex’s senses and set off so many memory sensors it was easy to get lost in the fantasy.
He cupped Matt’s balls while sucking him in long, deep strokes as if it hadn’t been six years since he had done this. God, he loved this. Part of him wanted to stay on his knees for Matt all night just to taste him, smell him, hear the low groans of pleasure and abandon as he got closer to coming.
“Yes, Lexie,” Matt moaned, reaching down to hold Alex to him, his fingers tightening in the hair at the back of Alex’s neck. “Yes, fuck, I’m gonna—”
Alex took him deeper, the stroke of his hand firmer, almost painful in a way only Matt would enjoy, and the response was immediate. Matt’s hips jerked forward as a shouted obscenity burst out of his lips when he started coming. Thick spurts of salty, sweet cum hit the back of Alex’s throat, and he savored the taste and the feel of Matt’s cock throbbing in his mouth to the rhythm of release.
He sucked him until the tension fell out of Matt’s body and his cock started to soften. Even then he wanted more, knowing he wouldn’t taste Matt’s desire for a long time. He released him only to drag his tongue over his balls, breathing deeply as he tried to commit the smell of his release to memory.
“I need a bed,” Matt said, his voice sated and gravelly with sex.
“I got one of those. I’ll show it to you in a second.” Alex buried his nose in the curls at the base of Matt’s cock. “God, you smell so good. I just wanna live here.”
Matt stroked Alex’s hair as the fierceness slipped out of his voice, “That’s a lie.”
“Pretending,” Alex reminded him.
Matt sighed, his fingers still soft in Alex’s hair. “Then lucky me.”
Chapter Fifteen
“Wow, you have a lot of laundry,” Matt stared at the piles of laundry in the corner of Alex’s bedroom. “That’s got to be all the clothes you own.”
“It’s Holly’s clothes too,” Alex mumbled, his face pressed into the curve of Matt’s neck as he licked at the sensitive skin there. “Our last day off was Christmas day. You try keeping up with laundry when you’re working seven days a week.”
“Is that true?” Matt turned around in Alex’s arms to stare at him in concern. “You never take a day off?”
“Easter’s a breakfast holiday; can’t close,” Alex said as if it was totally normal to have only one day off a year. His lips trailed over the nape of Matt’s neck, his breath warm against Matt’s skin still hypersensitive after such an extreme orgasm. Alex ran rough palms over Matt’s stomach, then slipped lower. He cupped Matt’s ass possessively as his other arm tightened around his midsection, forcing him into a tighter embrace. “I wanna fuck you.”
Matt couldn’t help himself, he snorted. “No shit.”
“I remember what you like.”
Alex’s fingers dug deeper into Matt’s left ass cheek, his voice demanding in a way that set off all Matt’s sexual sensors in a fresh wave of desire. He couldn’t help the way his head lowered, giving Alex easier access to the sensitive skin at the back of his neck as a shiver made his arousal obvious. Never one to let something like that go, Alex bit at the curve of Matt’s shoulder, his teeth sinking deeper than before, tugging at skin and muscle in a way that would mark. Matt felt his knees weakening and found himself sagging against Alex’s steely embrace.
Alex laved his tongue over the mark, soothing the sting with the caress of pleasure. “You want me to own you, don’t you, Matty? Tell me, and I’ll give it to you.”
Matt bit down hard on his bottom lip to keep himself from admitting how true it was. How desperately he had searched for a replacement for what Alex had to offer, and how miserably he had failed at finding anything close.
“Tell me,” Alex urged as if he deserved it, as if he hadn’t offered Matt nirvana and then snatched it back without even an explanation. His fingers tangled in Matt’s hair, tugging his head back. “I want to hear. Ineedto hear it.”
“Too fucking bad.” Matt squeezed his eyes shut when he felt Alex’s gaze studying his face. He tried to focus on the feeling of Alex’s fingers tangled painfully in his hair because if he acknowledged the throb in his cock—hard once more despite just coming—he’d give Alex everything he didn’t deserve. “You want to fuck me, then do it. But I’m not playing pretend with you anymore, and I’m not catering to your delusions. We’re not lovers, Lexie. We’re not even friends. We’re drunk strangers in the night—that’s it.”
“I don’t like your habit of honesty,” Alex growled, his breath fanning across Matt’s lips. “You’re gonna ruin everything.”
