Page 77 of Marry Me, Maybe?
Oh man, did I love the thickness of his cock. Absolutelyperfect. He barely fit into my mouth as I swallowed around him, my lips stretched wide.
“Hud.” He tightened his fingers into my hair, tugging at my head. “You’re thirty seconds away from me shoving my cock up your ass.”
I licked a stripe up the length of his cock and met his gaze with a chuckle. “Bring it on.”
Thirty seconds were hardly enough to give a decent blow job, but damn if I didn’t put my jaw, tongue, and throat to work. I hollowed my cheeks and took him deep, letting the weight of him press against the back of my throat, letting him feel how badly I wanted to be here, how much Ineededto be the one on my knees for him.
When I thought I couldn’t take any more, Matty pushed my head forward and went up on the tip of his toes, pressing my face to his pubis. Gagging around him, I held on to his thighs, tears stinging my eyes, while he fucked the back of my throat.
Saliva and my precum stained the floor beneath me. I tapped his leg twice, using our old system, and he immediately pulled back while I dragged painful breaths into my lungs, coughing.
“That filthy mouth of yours is one of the reasons no one else measures up.” Matty prodded me to my feet and backed me up against the bed. I sat down hard at the edge. He stepped between my thighs and spread my legs. “Come on, show me that pretty pink hole, Hud.”
I scooched up the bed a little, grabbed a pillow, and stuffed it under my hips to create an incline to improve his view. I spat in my hand and, watching him, rubbed the saliva over my hole, and slipped the pad of my middle finger in with a hiss.
Matty groaned, holding his cock, and smacked my hole hard with it. “And that’s reason number two.”
He took hold of my cock, stroking it as he rubbed the head of his dick over my hole. The tip caught against my rim so many times, and I held my breath, bracing for him to slide inside. You’d think after four years without each other, he would be in haste to get inside me. Instead, his dark chuckle filled the room at my frustrated grunt.
“What happened to fucking me in half a minute?” I grabbed his cock and pressed the tip against my hole, but he only continued to tease my entrance.
“I think I prefer this.” He leaned in with a smile and pressed a kiss to my mouth. “Forgot how much I loved to see you whining, begging me to put it in. You want to beg, don’t you, beautiful?”
The breath left my lungs. Beautiful. When was the last time I’d heard that?
“You still think I’m beautiful?” It should bother me how desperate I sounded, but this was Matty. My Matt. Not even Ivy’s. Mine. “Even with the scar?”
He placed a kiss on my cheek, right where my scar burned into my skin, although the accident that had caused it was years ago. An unfortunate run-in with barbed wire when I was still in grief over what I’d lost with Matty and had been working on a fence line drunk. Gray had been livid that his foreman had allowed me to be there in that state.
“You’re more beautiful than ever.”
I pulled his head down and kissed him over and over. If he wouldn’t enter me, then his mouth was the next best thing.
He slipped out of my hold too quickly, kissing my neck, rubbing his hands over my chest. Not just to touch me but toappreciate my form. He squeezed my muscles, let his fingers dip in the ridges of my abs, in the hollow of my belly button, then trailed his lips over my cock.
“Hudson, you beautiful, gorgeous man.” I clamped my eyes shut and swallowed around the lump in my throat. “With such a nice cock. You gonna miss putting this into anyone?”
“No,” I said quickly. If only he knew the truth. “But I miss you putting yours inside me.”
Matty chuckled, letting his fingers wander down my taint. “Did you prep for me?”
“Yeah, earlier when I was in the shower while you watched cartoons with Ivy.”
“You were hoping to get lucky, then?”
“Matt,” I said, already breathless, already unraveling under his touch, “you were watchingCocomelonwith my kid and letting her paint your nails to match mine. I had high hopes that one of us would get lucky, and I didn’t care which of us, because I’d take you any way I can get you.”
He smirked, eyes dark with intent, fingers stroking gently over my rim. Featherlight. Teasing. I arched toward him with a needy gasp I didn’t mean to let out.
“Don’t sell yourself short,” he murmured. “You don’t know how precious this is to me, do you?”
His fingers circled, slow and reverent, tracing the shape of me like I was something sacred. Like I wasn’t a man with history and mistakes and shame buried under my skin. But something beautiful. Worth worshipping.
“You keep this hole only for me,” he said, voice gravel and silk, “and I promise you, I’ll treat it like a gold fountain. But you break my trust again?—”
He didn’t need to finish the threat. The edge in his voicewas enough. It wasn’t cruel. It wasn’t even angry. It was heartbreak waiting to happen, and we both knew it.
Matty lowered his head, and I felt his breath before his lips. Warm, soft, steady.
