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His quiet voice filled up some of the space he’d hollowed out inside me, sort of the way a warm drink coats an empty stomach. “I know he’s not for me. No one is, but he…” He repeated my words back to me. “But he what, Matthew?”
“He makes me feel like, for once, I am enough.”
His gruff sound was punctuated by the swift way he pulled me in, plastering us together until we were not two bodies but one. Backing us into the lockers, he caged me in completely, somehow softening the aggression by cradling the back of my head with his palm.
His face lowered, and my lashes swept down. The instant we fused, the warm tidal wave of his desire poured over me, flushing my skin and making me feel alive in ways I didn’t know was possible. His breath was a spine-tingling prelude to the boldness of his tongue sweeping over the seam of my lips, and I opened instantly to let him in. Pleasure filled in every divot in my spine, loosening my limbs, but instead of melting into the locker, I melted farther into him, giving up my inhibitions and my weight without a thought to whether he could carry it all.
The unasked question was answered when he reached around to grab my ass and lift. I was not small, but he lifted me as if I were, my legs chaining themselves around his waist as he cradled my body and kissed until I was forced to gasp for air.
Pulling away from the lockers, he backed up a couple steps and sat on the bench, widening his thighs to give me more of his lap. My legs fell on either side of his hips, feet falling behind him toward the floor. He palmed my hips, fingers digging into my ass to keep me firmly in his lap, and the pads of my fingers kneaded into the soft material of the shirt covering his shoulders.
His chin lifted at the same time my hands left his shoulders to grab the sides of his head as our lips crashed once more. My chest was so tight, but I barely felt it, and all the noise continuously filling my mind had given way to a low buzzing that left my head fuzzy.
Our tongues were tenacious, lapping at each other like there was no getting enough. Long, broad licks against the other as if we could taste the very essence of our attraction and amplify it. The texture of his tongue was just right, and the more I rubbed against it, the more addicted I became. My fingers curled aggressively into his ears, grappling for more as if I’d turned feral.
“Good boy.” He encouraged me between kisses, and it only made me more untamed.
Feverish, I kissed deeper, my tongue catching on his lip rings, and I whimpered against his mouth. Still gripping his head, I pulled back to stare at the two silver hoops taunting me from the corner of his swollen lip.
My tongue darted out, sweeping over my own, already hungering to know what it would be like to play with those embellishments.
He turned his face just slightly, angling so I had even more access to the jewelry, and it was all the encouragement I needed. I licked over them once. The coolness of the metal sandwiched between his heated mouth and my tongue had my rock-hard cock smearing the inside of my sweats with pre-release.
Groaning, I licked over them again, shivering a little at how good the contrast was, and then tugged one of the rings into my mouth to suck it gently. I whined at how good it was and thrust my rigid dick into his middle. His hands tightened on my ass, pushing me tighter against him as I experimented with pushing the tip of my tongue through the small ring.
One of his hands found the hem of my shirt and slipped inside, dragging the bluntness of his nails up the ridge of my spine.
I rocked into him again, pulling both rings into my mouth and sucking.
He made a low sound, and I released the piercings to cover his mouth with mine. The kiss was deep and wet, the rings covering his fingers shocking to the heated skin of my back.
I’d never felt like this before. Not ever. Overwhelmed and overstimulated, but in a good way. I’d always associated those things with anxiety and fear, but this was anything but. This was pure bliss, something I hoped would never end.
But even with the thought, urgency chased its way down my spine, tightening my balls and turning that feral need into desperation.
I ripped my mouth away and buried my face in the side of his neck, pushing a hand between us to grab my dick through my clothes.
His followed, pulling mine away before I could find the relief I desperately needed. “That’s mine now,” he said, voice deeper than usual but somehow even more intoxicating.
“Then do something about it,” I grumped, nipping at the skin on his neck.
His throaty chuckle had me thrusting into him all over again.
“I like you desperate,” he mused, wrapping his hand around my rod and squeezing.
I groaned in pleasure, head lolling on his shoulder.
After only one stroke, he pulled away but hooked his fingers in my waistband. “Can I touch you without anything between us, Matthew?”
“Please,” I whispered, ready to beg.
“That’s my good boy,” he murmured, brushing his lips across my forehead before pushing his hand beneath the fabric.
I held my breath, waiting for that skin-on-skin contact, but his hand paused. “Are you not wearing any underwear?” he asked, reaching around to cup my bare ass cheek. “Naughty.”
Oh, I didn’t like that, and my body stiffened even as my face pushed farther into him. I was at war with myself, my body desperate for release but my heart needing acceptance.
“They’re too scratchy.” I confided my truth against the flesh of his throat.
