The Making of Matt (Souls of the Knight 3)

But I didn’t have the strength. I was literally salivating, my tongue wet and eager to taste him. Matt tipped his head back, closing his eyes as he expelled a throaty moan. I took the opportunity to surprise him and in one swift movement, I locked my moist lips around his tip before pushing him all the way to the back of my throat.

“O-oh…holy fuck,” he whimpered, the words pounding into my ears and barreling straight to my aching dick.

I considered how hard I was for only a second. I didn’t care that this was a one-sided encounter. My dick would still be there the next time I showered and I planned to relive every second of this moment when I did. Right now, my only focus was on the stunning man trembling in front of me. The knowledge that I was bringing him closer and closer to the edge with each flick of my tongue, each pump of my fist, was more exhilarating than any orgasm I’d ever experienced.

“Shit…Alex…”

Matt opened his legs wider and, mirroring my movements, his hips thrust him in and out of my tense lips. I relaxed my hand as he fucked my greedy mouth, his salty pre-cum varnishing my tongue. His speed increased as he pulled my hair until it was almost painful, and I knew he was nearly there.

“I-I’m…oh fuck I’m close,” he spluttered, the pleasure so intense his voice almost sounded as if he were in pain. “You better move.”

I ignored him, sliding one finger into the corner of my mouth and gathering some of the saliva that was dripping from his cock. I debated whether to go ahead with my next move for less than a second before ripping my finger from my mouth and running it around the puckered edge of his tight hole.

“O-oh-O…I…Jesus Christ that feels good.”

With my head bobbing up and down as Matt hammered my mouth with fast, harsh thrusts, it took all my effort not to gag on the thickness of him. I twisted my neck, fixing my gaze onto his face as I pushed the tip of my finger just barely into his ass. It was all he needed to send him tumbling into a violent orgasm. I couldn’t take my eyes off his as his face contorted in pleasure while his warm cum flooded my mouth. His ass contracted around my finger as I switched between sucking and swallowing until I’d milked every last drop from him.

As the trembles subsided, Matt sighed, his bewildered gaze boring into mine. “Alex,” he breathed, the corners of his lips curling into a smile as he slipped his cock free from my lips.

I felt like a fucking king.

Chapter Eight

~Matt~

“ALEX,” I BREATHED, sliding my dick out of his mouth. Grinning widely, he pulled his finger outta my ass, making me jump a little from the sensation. “Holy shit.”

I didn’t quite understand what had just happened. The term blowjob didn’t seem to do it justice. I’d received more than my fair share of them in the past, but none of them came close to what Alex had just done to me. It blew my mind. He blew my mind.

“You okay?” Alex asked, his voice timid like he was afraid of the answer. He crawled up onto the couch, settling next to me and laying one arm across my shoulders.

“Yeah. I really am,” I said, taking hold of his hand that was dangling just over my nipple. My skin was flushed and coated with sweat. I needed a shower, but I wasn’t ready to let go of him yet.

“You sound surprised,” Alex noted, half smiling.

“I kinda am. I mean, I’ve just let a guy suck my dick and… and I loved every second of it. It feels a little weird to know that just happened, yet…” I trailed off, confused that I wasn’t confused.

“Yet?”

“Yet I can’t wait to do it again.”

Laughing, Alex dropped his head, letting my favorite curl fall over his eye. “Me either.”

“Gotta say though, now it’s over I feel like a bit of a dick sitting here naked with my cock on parade while you’re fully clothed.”

Lifting his head and grinning, Alex reached out and ran the pads of his fingers over my stomach. “If it reassures you, you look hot as hell.”

“Course I do. I’m Matt freakin’ Carter.”

Alex blew a forced breath through closed lips. “This is just…” he broke off, shaking his head. “I mean you really are Matt Carter. The Matt Carter. Famous all over the world…and I’ve just sucked your dick.”

“And very well, too,” I said playfully, my entire body still reeling from the most intense blowjob of my life. I shifted to face him, smoothing over his lap with my palm. “Doesn’t seem fair though,” I added, my fingers inching closer to his jeans-clad cock. It was hard. I could see it bulging through the restrictive material. “I want to touch you, too.”