Uncut (Unexpected Book 4) (8 page)

And with the steely look of determination in his eyes, the last of my defenses crumble to the ground. “I need you, Matt,” I say, running a hand down his back, feeling each of his muscles under his skin. “Make me yours for now.”

“For now?” He chuckles lightly, moving his hands between us, zipping down my pants and reaching for my cock with his big calloused hand. “Maybe I will make this last longer than usual. I want to be inside you so bad that I might have you all night long, or even until next Sunday.” My groin tightens with those words. Yes, how I wish I could stay with him that long. My thoughts disappear as I feel his hands reach my backside, squeezing it hard. “I want you so damn much that I can’t think straight any longer.”

My legs shake with those words, and they’re about to give out, but instead I thrust forward, letting my dick slide through Matt’s fist. “I’m yours, Matt.”

Make me feel like only you can. Let me get lost while you care for me.
I swallow those words
.

He pushes me against the wall, and our mouths crash against each other. It’s an urgent, hard kiss. A fucking wrestling match between tongues. If I didn’t need him so badly, I’d spend hours tasting his lips, making love to his mouth. Savoring his taste. “Undress for me,” Matt says between breaths while he begins to unbutton his shirt.

I step out of my pants, grip the bottom of my shirt pulling it up and drop it next to my slacks. Matt mirrors my movements. The moon lights the room enough that I can see his firm, defined body. The perfectly delineated muscles of his stomach forming a V-shape that ends right at his crotch. Fuck, his cock—hard, long, thick—is ready to pump inside me. The tip swollen and I bet leaking some pre-cum.

“Bed, now,” Matt says as a gasp.

“Fuck,” I say, sitting on the edge as I reach for his waist and pull him down with me. Matt’s strong hands wrap around my neck, his thumb tracing my jawline. As his chest meets mine, his hard length touches mine. Hard cock against hard cock thrusting against each other. His body stops moving and his hand reaches for my dick. He runs his hand up and down, squeezing it. I stroke my hand along the well-defined muscles of his back, savoring him, enjoying his tongue. “Stop toying with me, I need you inside, baby. I need more.”

Matt’s body shifts, twisting to the side of the bed. The sound of him ripping the foil makes my cock twitch with anticipation. He comes back, biting the side of my neck, sucking it. “You taste delicious, salty, like French fries.” His analogy is juvenile, but the husky voice makes my body quake. That big mouth nibbles its way down my body, and his tongue licks my pecs, my abs, and my length. “Ready?” With the question, Matt pushes one finger inside me, his tongue making love to my dick.

He covers my length with his mouth, taking me deep inside, while thrusting three fingers inside my hole. Hitting my prostate, he charges my every nerve with so much energy I’m about to explode.

“So fucking tasty,” Matt says with a groan, retrieving his hand from my ass. He positions himself, and then covers himself with lube. I can barely make sense of all the sensations overflowing my body. I feel an arm wrap around my left leg, holding it up while Matt begins pushing himself inside me, slowly. “Tell me to stop. I don’t want to hurt you.” His soft voice slides through my ears while he slides inside me inch by inch until he’s all the way in. That bright gaze shines with the moonlight and as our eyes meet, he speaks. “Tell me when you’re ready for me to move.”

God, he’s so thick and long I wish he could stay inside me forever, filling every inch of me with every inch of him. “Ready,” I say, as I sigh.

“Holy fuck, you feel so fucking good, baby.” He pulls out and thrusts back in.

Lowering his chest against mine, his mouth meets mine. I don’t wait for him to ask for permission. I open for him, tasting myself, feeling as if I am now part of him. Our tongues mesh in a tender, soft kiss, as he plunges himself in and out. His hand grabs my cock, and it begins to glide up and down. Electricity runs beneath my skin, my entire body consumed by his touch, his musk. My balls are ready to release another charge. Matt squeezes my dick tighter and I can’t hold it any longer.

“Come with me, baby,” he whispers, thrusting harder, faster. My body thrashes beneath him, as I lose myself. All the tension I gathered through the night disappears with the last breath.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks.

“I’m not fragile.” I try to lighten the atmosphere because my body, my heart, and even my soul are overwhelmed about what happened between us. Instead of saying anything more, I kiss him and enjoy the last moments of having him inside me.

Our kiss lasts a few breaths and when we’re done, Matt pulls out, rolling to the side. “You’re becoming one of my favorite activities.” He leaves the bed, then comes back and pulls me into his arms. “Stay in my bed tonight.” My back tenses with the request. “Dude, don’t read much into it, just think how I’ll wake you up when I’m ready to have you again.”

The room goes silent. I don’t respond, but I don’t move either. For one night, for tonight, I won’t think any further, just feel. Let Matt be here for me, reassure me that what we’ve done was right. Well, maybe not a night, but I can stay for a few hours.

“Good night, Tristan.” Matt kisses my shoulder blade and I remain silent, enjoying his warm arms and remembering the bliss he just sent me into.

“This isn’t discreet, Matt,” Tristan complains, as he tucks his dress shirt inside his pants. “How many times do I have to tell you that my office isn’t the place for this?”

“That’s not what you said a few moments ago,” I say, while fixing my own shit and disposing of my condom. “Harder, Decker, faster.
Those
were your words.” I take a couple of steps and kiss the side of his neck.

“You know what I mean.”

I grin as I see him fight the pleasure of my presence with his rules. Just for that I should fuck him again.

“Should I remind you that you called me?” I point at my cellphone. He frowns. “Well, texted me:
I need you, babe
.”

He doesn’t have to say more. Each time he asks me to be with him, I am. Just like the times I call him and he agrees to see me. Tonight, I welcomed the distraction. In fact, over the last seven weeks, he’s become the best distraction I’ve ever had. We fool around often. I dare to say that we do it on a daily basis. We meet each other while I’m in California, and when he goes to Seattle. He hates when I come to any of his bars or nightclubs, although he stops complaining once I fuck him thoroughly. The guy isn’t hard to please. As long as I fake that I’m here to discuss business and I give him a couple of orgasms, he’s happy I showed up. Being in the closet doesn’t make me happy, but I trust he’ll work through that soon.

“Well, I assumed you’d come to my place when I was done working,” he says, fixing his tie and sliding on his jacket. Fuck
. Fuck.
That powerful-business-man look makes me want to fuck him again. “Not appear through my door an hour later.” He stops, tilts his head, and narrows his gaze. “Where were you?”

“In Santa Barbara. I was working, trying to catch up with some shit I haven’t been able to finish.” I pull him toward me and kiss him thoroughly.

God, I can’t get enough of him. There’s something about Tristan that makes me crave him on a daily basis. The more I have him, the more I want. We not only fuck, but we also hang out. I enjoy his company either way. It’s been almost two months since he finally caved and let himself come to me. Seven weeks of hanging out with him here at work, or going on a hike. He doesn’t enjoy playing video games as much as I do, but we compensate that time by watching sports. All is good; we don’t need to like the same things to be friends. Friends with some benefits. Scratch that . . . we have a lot of benefits.

“Are you going back to Seattle tomorrow?” he asks before pressing his lips against mine. I nod without letting him go, but he pushes me. “No, I can’t take another round. I’m understaffed tonight. You want to help? We can head to my place later and head to Seattle in the morning.”

“I’m taking the late flight, you?”

“I can change my ticket if you . . .” He trails his gaze, shakes his head, as he twists his lips. “No, I have to be there by noon. See you tomorrow night then?”

“I’ll stay and help, take you home for one last fuck, and then see you tomorrow night. Does that work for you?”

He looks around the room pensively. “I should say no,” he tells me.

“But you’re going to say yes, aren’t you?” He nods and I can’t help but give him another kiss. “You should come to Sunday dinner this weekend.”

“We agreed, Matthew. Have you told them?” His face hardens and I regret mentioning dinner. I shake my head, because for the first time in my life, I haven’t told a soul about who I’m seeing. Even if we are nothing official. Even if we are just hanging out. I’m excited about having Tristan in my life and I can’t tell a fucking soul about it. Not even my little sister, who happens to be my confidant. “Please don’t start this shit. Not tonight.”

I lift my palms and shrug. “Dude, it’s dinner. They don’t have to know that I fuck you. There’s no pressure. I’m cool with what we’re doing. It’s all good.”

His jaw tightens, and instead of saying something, he leaves the office and I follow behind. Fuck, I hate when he gets upset with stupid things. No. I hate that he’s trying to put me in a closet. Yes, my stomach clenches at the mere thought of hiding who I am. I don’t flaunt my sexuality, but I don’t hide it from anyone. I love who I am and even though I love my parents, I’d hate to end up like them. Hiding themselves and their happiness because of the fucking outside world.

Shit, what the fuck am I doing?