Page 69 of Starfish and Coffee
Matt didn’t even hesitate. He spread out on the bed for the man who’d stolen his youth and broken his heart in the process. He was a glutton for punishment, knowing the valleys were so painful because the peaks were breathtaking, and he needed one more peak with Alex for closure.
With his face in the comforter, Matt felt his cheeks flame once more at being so desperate and needy. He groaned and spread his legs when Alex crawled over him slowly, now fully naked, like God’s gift to gay men everywhere.
The feeling of Alex’s body over his was so very familiar, and the nostalgia made everything too intense. Being with Alex felt the same. He even smelled the same. The waves crashing against the shore in the background. The gentle breeze coming in through the open window. Matt’s heart clenched as his stomach jolted with the same throb of anticipation he had experienced every time Alex had gotten him like this, and it made the loss all the more poignant.
“God.” He groaned as Alex nipped at his shoulder. “I think it’s too much.”
“I know,” Alex whispered against his ear, his voice hitched with emotion, making it obvious he was having the same problem. “I was gonna go slow and try to enjoy it, but—”
“Fuck that,” Matt snapped, still fighting the collision of emotion and reminiscence. “Make me stop thinking. Quickly.”
He didn’t want to remember. Matt needed to feel, and Alex obviously did too, because he reached over and opened the nightstand drawer. The lube must have been hidden, and it took everything Matt had not to use his CEO voice and bark at Alex to get his shit together and hurry up as he shifted through the contents of the drawer.
He was practically hyperventilating by the time Alex gave a triumphant grunt and sat back, now straddling Matt’s thighs. Why did all this feel new when Matt had been more than active on the gay scene since they’d broken up? It must be the nostalgia still choking the air out of him.
He growled as Alex took his time with the condom and lube. “Now, Lex!”
“I’m working on it,” Alex said over the sound of a condom wrapper being torn open. “I’m drunk and out of practice. Can you be a little patient? I was patient with you once.”
“Forget it.” Matt tried to roll away, finding that particular memory too severe to endure. “I can get fucked anywhere, and it doesn’t make me feel like—”
“Done.” Alex fell over him once more, as if completely oblivious to Matt’s complaints. He tossed the bottle of lube on the bed as he arched into Matt, pushing his latex covered cock against his thigh. “Going somewhere?”
Matt might have answered if he could breathe. Alex’s fingers, sticky with lube, found his ass without warning, teasing his hole, as if silently asking Matt to open to him, and damned if he didn’t do it. He spread his legs, groaning when Alex pushed in one finger, then two as he worked at stretching him. Matt savored the burn even as he shifted against the mattress for something more. He wanted it deeper, harder; he wanted Alex to hit the right spot that would make the memories fade and pleasure ignite.
“Fuck!” he cried out when Alex did what Matt had silently been begging for.
Alex rubbed his prostate with nimble fingers, and Matt opened wide to the assault, shaking from the rush of it. Memories gone, pride obliterated, Matt became a hungry, carnal being desperate for—
“More,” he panted as he slipped his hand between his body and the sheets to fist his cock. “God, please. Fuck me, Lexie. I need it.”
“You’re really tight.” Alex leaned down, licking at the curve of Matt’s neck. “You can’t be fucking that many guys. You’re still mine.”
Let him believe it; Matt didn’t care. He rose up on his knees a little, the invitation obvious and Alex took it by pulling his hand away and lining up his cock instead. He pushed in, and Matt moaned from the feel of being stretched by Alex, his cock going deeper, branding him from the ecstasy that was just as fevered as he remembered.
Hot and cold, the rush was as potent as it was the first time they’d done this, and Matt tried to memorize everything about the moment when he knew now how different this was from some ordinary clashing of cocks in the dark. He wasn’t sure why it was better with Alex, but it was.
“Christ,” Alex panted, his body shaking, his voice low and gruff. “Oh fuck, Matty, you feel so fucking good. You don’t know”—he pushed in deeper. One hand squeezed Matt’s hip, the other had a painful grip on his shoulder—“been so long.”
Matt did know. He was practically quivering with the pleasure. Once Alex was fully buried inside him, Matt rolled his head back, just savoring being full and close to him. Time seemed to evaporate, their past becoming a misty memory.
Alex let go of his shoulder only to fist his hair. He leaned over and forced Matt’s lips to his, kissing him, pushing his tongue in as he slid his cock out slowly, giving and taking. It was a cruel dance he taught Matt to love.
Alex was almost all the way out before he thrust forward, hard and greedy, swallowing Matt’s gasp of stunned pleasure as he gave him what he’d ask for. Then he did it again, harder, greedier, and Matt was lost to it. What little resistance he had fell out of his body, leaving him open to the throb of pleasure as Alex fucked him and kissed him until they were both sweaty and gasping from the pulse of raw sexual hunger that ricocheted between them.
Alex held on to the headboard with one hand; Matt did too. Neither of them bothered jerking Matt off, because it wasn’t necessary. He was going to come simply from the feel of Alex’s cock sliding in and out of his ass, hitting the right spot every single time.
Alex couldn’t be that fucking out of practice. He’d reduced Matt to a gasping, panting, purely carnal being who was going to blow so fucking hard it’d be a miracle if he didn’t pass out from the force of it.
“Do it.” Alex grunted between fast, powerful thrusts. “I wanna hear it. Lemme feel your ass milk my cock while I’m fucking it. Come for me, Matty.”
It was becoming a mantra for Alex—do it.
Alex was obvious barely holding out, but pride wasn’t letting him give in to the ecstasy. He was waiting, his hips jerking against Matt’s over and over, all the while using his steely sexual control that was still sexy as hell.
Matt was right there, poised on the brink of oblivion. Everything in him was wound tightly, every muscle in his body straining for release. He could jerk off and make it easier on both of them, but he’d waited too long to get to this place. He was taking it how he wanted it. As his balls tightened and the tingle at the base of his spine started to spread outward, he knew the buildup was going to be worth it.
And it was…
