Page 46 of A Single Soul

We’re here. We’re home.

Matt broke the kiss and started down my neck, and I closed my eyes and tilted my head back. His lips lit up nerve endings like runway lights, and his soft, warm breath and rough chin on my skin had me gasping for air. How was it possible that all the fantasies I’d ever had about him were nowhere near as amazing as the real thing? That never happened.

Oh, but it was happening this time, and as Matt kissed his way down my neck and chest, I wasn’t sure I could handle being this turned on. Only that I wanted to.

And then he was going down on me, licking and teasing me from base to head and back again, and I had to grab handfuls of sheets just to anchor myself in my bed.

“Holy fuck…” I stared down at him, trying not to come at the same time I tried to comprehend thatMatt Russowas the one blowing me like there was nothing else in the world he wanted to do. He was definitely not one of those guys who sucked dick like it was a chore—he moaned around my cock, and every now and then he’d glance up and meet my eyes, arousal and hunger burning in his as he eagerly went to town on me.

“God, you’re so good at that,” I slurred. “Baby, your mouth…” I trailed off into a whimper, arching off the mattress as he fluttered his tongue over my balls.“Fuuuck.”I wanted to return the favor. Switch, or sixty-nine—something. But he was just so damn good, I couldn’t think enough to speak.

Finally, though, I found the breath and the brain cells to say, “My turn.”

Matt gave my cock a slow lick, then met my gaze. “Yeah?”

“Uh-huh.” I wiped a shaking hand over my face. “It’ll… It’ll give me a chance to calm down before I fuck you.”

Interest sparked in his eyes, and he crawled up over me. “Maybe I want you to fuck me before you calm down.”

I closed my fingers around his dick, reveling in the way he gasped and shuddered. “But I’ll come too fast.” I stroked him slowly. “And maybe I want you to be on the edge when I push into you.”

Matt shivered, biting his lip. I didn’t know how much of that was from what I was doing or what I’d said, but I liked it either way.

He rocked into my hand, groaning softly, then murmured, “Just fuck me. Or I’m… Jesus, if you go down on me, I’m going to come.”

“Yeah?” I lifted my head and kissed him. “You make that sound like a bad thing.”

“It’s not.” He chased my lips as I sank back to the pillow. “But I want to come with your dick in me.”

It was my turn for a shiver. Holy fuck, his dirty mouth.

“You’re not sore from last night?”

Matt shook his head, and an arrogant little grin came to life. “You didn’t fuck methathard.”

I eyed him. “Is that a challenge?”

“Don’t know. You up for it?”

“Get me a condom, and let’s find out.”

One more kiss, and he did exactly as he was told. I got up on my knees, and as I put on the condom, I nodded toward the pillow. “I want you on your back this time.”

The heat in his eyes almost did me in. For the last few years, I’d wanted nothing more than to be the one turning him on, and now I was. Matt—my best friend, the man I’d secretly been in love with all this time—was gazing at me with hungry eyes, lying back on my bed with his legs spread wide for me, all but begging me to fuck him already.

Maybe one of these days, I’d tease him and make himreallybeg.

Not now, though. I needed him too much to play games.

So I didn’t. I fingered him a little to make sure there was enough lube on both of us, and to make sure he was ready for me, and then I was doing exactly what I’d done in countless fantasies—sliding my dick inside him while I watched his pleasure and need play out on his face. Oh, hell. Fantasies were nothing on the real thing. I’d imagined Matt turned on and pleading for my cock, but actually witnessing the speechless desperation, feeling his fingers digging into my thighs, hearing his whispered curses…

All I could think was that this moment was well worth all the time and frustration it had taken us to get here.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” The words tumbled out in a breathless rush. I had a split second to be irrationally sure he was going to laugh at me or roll his eyes, but the instant that lust-filled gaze met mine—nah, I wasn’t worried. All this time, I’d wished he would look at me even once like I was someone who might pique his interest, and now he was staring up at me like he might eat me alive.

He swept his tongue across his lips and reached for me. “Come here.”

I leaned down as best I could without folding him into a pretzel or pinching his balls between us. He pushed himself up on his elbow and met me halfway, curving a hand behind my neck as he kissed me in a way that said I did far, far more than pique his interest. No one had ever kissed me the way Matt did, and even now—tangled up and naked with him, balls-deep in him—I could still barely process that it was Matt kissing me and wanting me like this.

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