Gone for You (Wild Side 1) - Page 63

He knew Oliver well enough to realize he didn’t mean any offense. He wasn’t the type to look down on anyone else or their decisions, but he wasn’t built to be able to share someone he cared about. Not everyone was. In that moment, Matt thought that if Oliver were his, he would feel the same way.

Matt eased off the piano. They stood naked, chest-to-chest, right in front of it. Matt pushed up and pressed his lips to Oliver’s, teased them open with his mouth.

When Oliver’s arms wrapped around him, it was a confirmation for both of them.

Matt reached over and picked up the bottle of lotion he’d moved by the piano because he had dry hands.

He handed it to Oliver, who squirted some in his hand. Raw hunger radiated off him, making Matt come undone.

Matt turned around, leaned over the piano with his ass out. He groaned when Oliver palmed his cheeks before spreading them. “Jesus, that fucking hole, Matty. I’d bury my cock in it every fucking day of my life if you’d let me.” He rubbed his lotion-slicked fingers down Matt’s crack before tapping on his asshole. “Finger it, lick it, make love to it. I just want to be inside you any way I can.”

You are, Matt wanted to tell him but couldn’t make the words leave that dark place he kept them hidden.

He let out a deep breath when Oliver pushed his first finger past his ring of muscles and inside of him.

Oliver leaned over him, kissed the back of his neck and his shoulder as he fingered Matt’s hole.

“You feel so good inside. How am I going to handle having my dick inside you with nothing between us? You go straight to my head. To my heart.”

Matt pushed his ass back, needing more. Oliver knew exactly what he wanted, pushing another lotioned finger inside of him.

He worked Matt open, rubbing his fingers across his prostate. Each time he did, a sharp breath ripped from his lungs.

“Hurry. Get your fucking dick inside of me. Please,” Matt pleaded.

When Oliver’s fingers pulled out of him, he almost begged for Ollie to just hurry and put them back in. He needed something, any part of Ollie, inside of him.

Oliver didn’t leave him waiting long. He pumped more lotion into his hand, stroked his cock and then the swollen head was there, stretching Matt open and pushing inside.

He fought to clutch onto the piano but could only grip the left side as Ollie slowly, so fucking slowly, breached him.

“Oh, fuck if feels so good inside of you. God, there’s nothing like it.” He pushed in deeper. “I can’t even find the words, Matty. You’re melting my fucking brain.”

The second he was buried to the hilt, stretching him and savoring that full feeling that Matt loved so fucking much, Oliver pulled almost all the way out, before railing into him again.

“Christ, Ollie. So good. So fucking good.” Matt’s cock leaked on the piano, his balls tighter and tighter with each slow thrust of Oliver’s hips.

He wrapped one arm around Matt’s waist, used the other hand to reach out and stroke Matt’s aching erection.

He made love to Matt slowly—that was what he was doing, he realized. Oliver was making love to him, maybe he always had been and Matt had been too fucking chickenshit to admit it.

Every so often, one of them would hit a key on the piano. Oliver leaned over him, kissed his shoulder as he pumped his dick in and out of Matt’s ass.

He wanted Oliver’s come inside him, wanted to feel each hot spurt coating him. Every time he thrust, he hit Matt’s prostate. He stroked Matt’s cock faster, kissed his shoulder and whispered, “I am so goddamned lost inside you.”

When Oliver’s teeth nipped his shoulder, Matt couldn’t hold back anymore. Hot come spurted from his slit, and when Oliver stroked him again, he let loose again, his orgasm rocking through him so hard his knees went weak, making him collapse against the piano.

“Oh, fuck. Oh God, Matt. I…” And then Oliver’s cock jerked. He felt the warm gush of Oliver’s come paint his insides, making his cock slide more easily in and out of Matt’s hole. “Fuck,” Oliver gritted out a second time, shoved himself deep, his dick spasming again as he rode out the final waves of his orgasm.

And he didn’t want it to end.…Matt didn’t fucking want it to stop and he didn’t know how to handle that.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

He’d never come so hard in his life. His heart felt like it swelled too big to fit in his chest. He’d always known he loved Matt. Everyone had always known it but in that moment, he wondered how he’d ever breathed without him.

Miles and Chance would laugh that off, call him a hopeless romantic with stars in his eyes but here? Right now? It didn’t fucking matter.

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