Trick Play (Fake Boyfriend 2)

“Stop thinking and start doing,” Matt says.

“Technically, you’ll be the one doing.”

“Good. Agreed. Now hurry up and lose your fucking pants.”

I lean up on my elbows as he eases off me. “You’re already starting to sound like me. Damon’s going to kill me if I turn you into another version of Noah Huntington.”

“I’m sure there are worse things than being compared to you.” Matt doesn’t wait for me to get with the program. He climbs off me and yanks at my pants, sending them to the floor. My erection bobs on my stomach, and Matt smothers a moan by biting his lip.

“Suck me while you get me ready.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” Matt lowers his head and takes me in his mouth all the way to the root of my dick.

“Shit! I might love your mouth a little bit.”

He pulls off me and strokes my aching cock. “BJs are the one thing I have had a lot of practice with.”

I grip his hair. “Don’t really want to hear about that while you’re getting me off.”

“Nuh-uh. Not allowed to come until I’m inside you.”

“Nuuurungggh.”

Matt recycles my words to him from the plane. “Is that English?”

Bastard.

I can’t wait any longer. Reaching for my bedside table, I pull out lube and condoms. “Just hurry up.”

“It bodes well for me that you want this to be speedy. I’m not usually fast on the trigger, but …”

I smile. “First time and everything.”

Matt takes the lube and lathers it generously on his fingers. My nerve endings roar to life with the slightest touch. His mouth goes back to sucking me as his fingers stretch and work my ass, and damn, I’m in heaven. Or hell. Depends on how I want to look at it. Matt takes his time opening me, but it’s not from hesitance. He somehow knows what he’s doing, and he’s enjoying me squirming beneath him, silently begging him for more with my body. My hips move on their own, trying to get Matt’s fingers deeper inside me. Heat pools in my groin, and I suck in a sharp breath.

I grip Matt’s hair and love the feel of my fingers running through his surprisingly soft, brown locks. I allow myself three more seconds before I just about explode. “I’m going to come if you keep going.”

“You ready?”

With a nod, I go to lie on my stomach when he grips my waist in his strong hands.

“I want to see you,” he rasps.

A mayday warning rings in my head. That’s too much. Too close. Too … everything I don’t need. Yet, I don’t protest. I can’t bring myself to.

Matt leans up on his knees and tears the condom open with his teeth. The sight of him rolling it down his thick cock has me whimpering. He adds more lube, and I raise my knees to wrap my legs around his back. When he slowly enters me, I’m glad he didn’t let me roll over. The bliss on his face is going to be a hard image to get out of my head. His eyes shutter closed, and his biceps bulge as they hold him up, as if he’s worried about putting his entire weight on me. I love it, but at the same time, it makes edginess seep into my chest. Restlessness.

Matt shudders and moves slowly in and out of me. “You feel so good.”

I’m too stuck to reply. I’m frozen, staring at his face, his high cheekbones and rugged, bearded jaw, and the look of awe and amazement that shines in his eyes.

I can’t handle it.

“It’s about to get even better.” I push him off me, and before he can stop it, I’m on my stomach and raising my ass in the air. “I want you to fuck me hard.”

Seconds go by where nothing happens, and the coldness of the air on my bare ass makes my heart kick up a notch. I rest my head on my forearm and hope he’s not about to call me out for being unable to face him.

Instead, his punishing hand grips my hip hard enough to cause a bruise. “You sure that’s what you want?” His gruff, accented voice sends a shiver through me.

“Fuck yes.”

Matt lines up his cock, but there’s a brief moment of hesitance. Before I can speak, it’s gone, and he inches inside. I have to bite down on my arm to keep from calling out.

I want pain, I want it rough, I want to remember why I hate relationships. Because with Matt and that one look that will be burned into my memory forever, I run a real risk of forgetting what it’s like to have something more. The heartache, the mistrust, the fighting. I can’t do it. I won’t do it.

Matt doesn’t give me a chance to adjust and gives me exactly what I ask for. He picks up his pace, and every hit of my prostate breaks me a little more.