Page 28 of Starfish and Coffee
Dinner was pretty good, if Alex did say so himself.
They ate it on the big bed in the master bedroom, with the breeze blowing through the open patio door. Alex found the whole setting extremely seductive as the sun set, making the room darker. The sheer white fabric that hung down from the canopy let them feel hidden from the world, which was something they both needed tonight.
There was an enormous flat-screen television mounted on the wall, but they didn’t watch it. They enjoyed each other’s company enough that any outside entertainment felt intrusive, which was new for Alex. If he wasn’t fucking, he usually needed something else to fill the space. Holly was the only other person he was companionable enough with to need nothing but her company.
He could fuck Mattandtalk to him—what a novelty.
“I’ve never eaten in bed before,” Matt said as he took a bite of the chicken pasta Alex made. “Not once. Even in college I went down to eat my meals in the dining room of the frat house.”
Alex turned to look at Matt, who was sitting cross-legged on the made bed, as if still looking for something formal. In comparison, Alex was sprawled on his stomach as he teased, “Just one of many firsts I plan to introduce you to in this bed.”
Matt coughed, and Alex laughed, admiring the way Matt’s cheeks colored under his tan. “You’re so easy.”
Matt shrugged self-consciously and looked back to his plate. “Only with you.”
There was something so endearingly honest and open about that statement, and it hit Alex how much Matt was trusting him. Most guys in his situation would have run the other way as fast as they could, but there was a core of raw strength in Matt, something that let him go after what he wanted, even if everything and everyone around him was diametrically opposed to the indulgence.
Alex found that kind of courage very sexy.
He reached over and touched Matt’s thigh. He ran his hand over hard muscles and crisp black hairs before sliding it underneath the line of his khaki shorts. Matt tensed with a low grunt of surprise. The fork clattered to the plate, and Alex looked up to see Matt’s eyes close heavily.
So fucking responsive.
Alex had fed him. He’d made sure he had enough to drink to unwind without being drunk, and he’d done it all without being too obvious about his intentions to deliberately relax him. He’d officially earned the right to take advantage of Matt Tarrington.
He pushed his hand higher to graze Matt’s balls as he continued to study him. Matt’s breathing was already uneven, his eyes closed tight against the rush of lust that exploded between them with very little effort. Food forgotten, Alex rolled into him and buried his face in Matt’s crotch, just to feel the outline of that that thick, hard cock against his cheek. To sense the heat off his powerful body and hear the startled gasp of unbidden desire burst out from the center of Matt’s chest.
“I’m gonna blow you now, Matty,” Alex said against the fly of Matt’s shorts. “Sound good?”
Matt took a shuddering breath. “Yeah,” he agreed and then shifted to lean back on one hand. “It sounds awesome.”
Alex gave him a knowing smile, then grabbed both plates. He sat up to hastily set them on the nightstand next to Matt’s drink. Then he pulled off his T-shirt, feeling Matt’s eyes on him as he did it.
He tossed the material aside to find Matt studying him intently. Alex couldn’t resist arching a smug eyebrow. “Thought I’d give you a little eye candy while I was at it.”
“You’re very cocky,” Matt said with a broken laugh as his light gaze ran hungrily over Alex once more. “Unbelievably so.”
“And you’re about to find out why.” Alex gave him a bold smile and leaned over to bury his face in the curve of Matt’s neck. He trailed his tongue over his pulse point before whispering in his ear, “I’m not one of those prissy sorority girls you’re used to doing, Matty. My goal is totaste you. Get it?”
Matt’s head fell to the side, giving Alex better access as he groaned, “Fuck.”
“Hot, right?” Alex kissed his neck and ran his hand over Matt’s hard pectoral muscles. “You like the idea of blowing in my mouth?”
“Yes,” Matt whispered, his voice low and gravelly with need. “Very much.”
“Me too,” Alex admitted as he kissed and licked at Matt’s neck while pulling at his shirt. “Take it off. You’re not the only one who enjoys the eye candy.”
Matt complied, pushing Alex away long enough to tug his shirt off and toss it to the ground. Then he leaned back on one arm, offering himself up, and Alex didn’t hesitate. He bent down to suck on one small tan nipple, scraping his teeth over it before he moved to the other.
Alex continued to lick and kiss his broad chest as Matt threaded his fingers through Alex’s hair, holding him closer. The intimacy of it got to Alex, and his enthusiasm for enjoying Matt’s body only grew as his lips moved down to the top ridges of his abdominal muscles. Then he pulled at Matt’s belt, smiling against his warm skin.
“Only you would wear a belt with shorts,” he said with a laugh.
Matt let out a grunt that might have been his attempt at a laugh, but it was obvious he was already past the ability to joke around. Instead he just stroked Alex’s hair.
Alex looked up at the soft caress to see Matt watching him finish with the belt, his gaze searing and intense, and his breathing shallow with need. The longing written all over his handsome face was so blatant it hit Alex in the solar plexus.
The attraction between them was almost too much. So fierce it was scary, but they’d already gone too far. The train had been careening wildly out of control since last night, and all either of them could do was hang on for the ride.
