Page 30 of Starfish and Coffee
He just made his move.
WHEN ALEX SURGED forward to grab Matt’s drink off the nightstand, Matt didn’t hesitate to down the last of the amber liquid when it was handed to him. He coughed as the two huge gulps he took burned down his throat.
It wasn’t three seconds after he set the empty glass back down that he found himself flat on his stomach. Alex really was agile and fast, a shortstop all the way. Matt closed his eyes, trying to imagine him in all his glory on the baseball field to make himself forget what he’d just agreed to.
But it was pretty hard not to notice Alex’s lips on the back of his neck or the feel of his long, hard body over him. His hand on Matt’s hip, the brush of jeans against Matt’s bare thighs. Despite his first orgasm, Matt was still hypersensitive to everything about Alex. Perhaps more so, because no blowjob from a girl had ever felt like that.
Matt folded his arms and rested his forehead on them as he took an erratic breath of defeat. Just once he needed to break out of the mold that had been designed for him before he was born. Even if he didn’t know who he really was, Alex was willing to help him find out, which was so freeing Matt was ready to give himanythingin return.
Matt jerked in surprise when Alex grabbed one of his ass cheeks possessively. “I’m gonna make it good.” He breathed against the curve of his back. “You’re gonna like it. I promise.”
Matt grunted, not trusting his voice. He may be offering up his ass, but he wasn’t quite ready to confess how much it turned him on when Alex got bossy and possessive. His dick was already trying to come back to life as Alex touched and teased Matt’s body like it belonged to him. He was still clinging to that mold, even while he was doing his damnedest to escape it.
Don’t think.
He closed his eyes, deciding just to feel Alex’s body against his, to focus all his energy on that warm mouth as Alex moved down the base of his spine, licking at the crack of his ass. Matt fisted the sheets tightly when Alex ran one finger down the crease between his cheeks.
“Spread your legs,” Alex urged softly, but firmly, making it clear he wanted to be heard. “I want you to give it to me. Willingly. Prove to both of us you want it.”
His stomach clenched with nervousness, but his cock stiffened in desire. Matt found himself listening to his cock by spreading his legs, leaving no room for argument that he most definitely wanted this. The back of his neck burned, his face was on fire, and Matt felt like he would die from the embarrassment as Alex spread his cheeks farther apart. Then he did something that made Matt’s entire body jerk in shock.
“Don’t you dare move, Tarrington,” Alex snapped, making it obvious he knew Matt was about to get up. “You’re supposed to trust that I know what I’m doing.”
Matt was still stiff in defensiveness while being reminded uncomfortably of shy girls who didn’t want him to go down on them because it was too disgusting. How tiring was it to have to explain the whole thing when it was so much easier just to show them? Lying on this bed, spread open for Alex, the last thing in the world Matt wanted to feel like was a girl.
“Fuck,” he growled, thinking he hadn’t had near enough to drink. “Fine.”
Matt tried to relax and breathe past the nervousness as Alex licked him again, his hands spreading Matt’s cheeks wider to give him better access, leaving him feeling totally exposed. He forced himself to think past the inner monologue of,what the fuck is he doing with my ass, and where the hell is he putting his tongue?
There were no lightning strikes of shocked pleasure as Alex licked at Matt’s hole and did things with his tongue that really were indecent. It was sort of a slow burn, a warming of bliss noticeable enough for some of the tension to ease.
Matt may have spread his legs wider after a few long minutes, craving more out of sheer necessity because it was making his dick hard whether he wanted it to or not. He sort of wanted to be jerking off, just a little, something to take the edge off the frustration. That’s really all this was doing, turning him on just enough to hurt.
It wasn’t until he found himself fucking the mattress, using the chafing from the sheets against his dick to give him some semblance of relief from the building pleasure, that Matt learned his first really important rule of gay sex—rimming was the biggest fucking tease in the history of the world.
It made himwant it. With all those nerve endings alive and dancing under Alex’s tongue, Matt started needing something more aggressive than this slow seduction. He was hungry for something meaner than just the gentle push of Alex’s tongue in him. He wanted to be stretched and filled. To have something,anything, release the coil of need tightening in his stomach.
He was strung tight and spread wide, breathing heavily and gripping at the sheets to keep from rolling over and grabbing Alex. This whole dance made him feel almost violent, and Matt knew right then he was going to fuck Alex, maybe not tonight, but soon.
By the time Alex pushed a finger in him, Matt was too desperate to do anything more than push back against it. Alex smoothed a palm over Matt’s back, holding him in place as he explored him, curving his finger up as if searching for something.
That was when lightning struck.
The pleasure was white-hot. Matt gasped as it scorched up his back and spread into his limbs. “What the fuck?” he rasped when he managed to find his voice.
Alex responded by stroking that spot again, and Matt shouted the second time. It made him feel like he was about to come without giving his body permission to do it. He wasn’t sure if he hated it or loved it, but he certainly couldn’t bring himself to stop Alex from tormenting him with it.
“Imagine how good it’s gonna feel when it’s my dick.” Alex stroked him again, his breath warm against the base of Matt’s spine as he placed a kiss there. “You want it?”
“Yeah,” Matt said, all hesitation gone, because he didn’t just want it: he needed it.
“You sure?”
“Do it, Hunter.” Matt turned around to glare at Alex. Seeing the smug grin on Alex’s face, he snapped in warning, “Unless you’d rather me take my frustration out another way.”
Alex pulled away to grab his backpack on the floor next to the bed. The search for condoms and lube left Matt feeling cold, but Alex was fast. Not only did he grab his things, but he quickly unzipped and pulled down his jeans, revealing a long, hard cock.
Matt didn’t have the chance to fully decide if he wanted to see this through or pin Alex to the bed before Alex was back over him. Then the nerves were back, stronger than ever. There were some things that couldn’t be smoothed over by Alex’s easy charm. The sound of a foil package being torn open, the click of a lube cap, the unpleasant sound of the sticky fluid being squirted; it all served to dilute the fantasy a little.
