Chapter Four

 

Rory: This guy looks like he’d be a romantic. Maybe even a little old fashioned, despite his tiny stripper shorts. Since it’s your first experience with a man, go ahead and take your time. Foreplay is your friend. But lube is your BFF. I think I have an extra bottle in the car for emergencies.

Robert: Hold up! Are you telling him to take his time by having sex on the first date? What happened to, “A kiss at the door always leaves them wanting more?”

Rory: Your mother taught you that rhyme, didn’t she? Be honest.

Robert: Shove it up your lube bottle, Barbie.

 

All of Matthew’s senses were in overdrive.

He tasted caramel and cream and man. Smelled soap on warm skin and felt strong arms wrap around his waist, dragging him closer.

Oliver’s kiss was pure sex. Carnal and filthy and oh so fucking good he never wanted it to stop.

Had anything ever felt this good?

When Oliver’s erection brushed against his he had his answer.

That. That felt even better.

Lowering both his hands to Oliver’s tempting ass, Matthew let the need take over. He squeezed and massaged, dragging his heavy cock against Oliver’s again and again until the beautiful man was moaning helplessly into his mouth.

Matthew dragged him over to the hood of the car, lifting him up in a desperate bid to get closer. Strong thighs gripped his waist in response and he groaned his approval.

Yes. God, he could come like this. Dry humping in the parking lot like an oversexed teen and it was already better than any sex he’d ever had.

“I want to fuck you,” he rasped against Oliver’s jaw, his mouth closing over stubbled flesh to suck him. Bite him.

Fuck, he tasted sweet. “I know I should wait to admit it, take it slow, but Jesus, Legs. I’ve never wanted a ride so badly in my life.”

Oliver shuddered against him, legs tightening like a vise. “A ride, huh? I thought we agreed to be friends.”

Matthew nearly snarled, lifting his head to meet his eyes. “Tomorrow,” he reasoned, a heartbeat away from begging. “We’ll be friends tomorrow.”

He could feel the instant Oliver gave in, that lithe body going fluid against him, robbing him of coherent thought. God, he was ready to burst. Go up in flames, right here in front of the coffee shop.

“We need a bed,” he muttered impatiently.

Oliver’s hands were already under his shirt, the sensual touch making Matthew tremble. “Your place. I live with… Your place.”

Matthew lived in Seamus Finn’s old house with his sister. If she were home, she’d give him hell.

Oliver’s dick slid against his, and the sensation was enough to set him on fire and make his decision for him.

He’d risk it. “My place works.”

They kissed again until Oliver started laughing breathlessly against his mouth. “We have to separate soon or we’re going to get arrested.”

It took Matthew a full minute to realize he needed to respond. “I’ve got connections. My cousin is the police chief.”

He leaned in for another kiss.

“All the more reason.” Oliver pushed him away and raked shaking fingers through his hair. “I can’t leave Ruben’s car behind. It’s his baby. I’ll follow you.”

He didn’t want to let him go, but there was no other option if he wanted more. It took all of Matthew’s willpower, but he managed to step away from temptation and walk stiffly to his car. 

“Please, don’t let him change his mind,” he whispered to himself, and any gods of finally-getting-laid who might be listening.

He drove home on automatic pilot, half his attention on the Impala’s headlights and the other trying to get his arousal under control.

He didn’t act like this. Like he’d been slipped a Mickey and had no control over his actions.

Oliver had kissed him to stop him from asking questions he didn’t want to answer. It didn’t take a genius to see through that move. Hell, Matthew had used that move, and he understood the reasons behind it better than most.

But once the kiss started, Oliver had been as lost in it as Matthew, and both of them wanted to take what they were feeling to its natural conclusion.

That was enough for now.

Now was all he’d agreed to.

It would be up to him to make Oliver want more than one night. His new mission was Operation Legs. One kiss and his fate had been officially sealed.

No part of Matthew was hesitating or questioning himself. And every minute he spent with Oliver made things clearer in his mind.

This was his guy. He knew it. Oliver was the right one.

Matthew grinned. Maybe he was more like his brother than he thought. William and Bronte had been the same. They’d fought against it, lived in different cities, but they couldn’t deny what they’d recognized in each other. William told Matthew he’d wanted to marry her the second he laid eyes on her in the emergency room. That he’d known she was the right one for him.

What was happening between him and Oliver wasn’t logical. It wasn’t even smart. The Garcia’s might accept him, but he was blood. Would they accept a boyfriend? Oliver was wary, too—rightfully so, since Matthew had basically failed their first date. Spilling his life story at a coffee shop and propositioning him after he’d spent a week staring at his ass was not exactly the actions of a safe bet.

He would make things right. Tomorrow.

He pulled into his driveway and breathed a sigh of relief to see that Calamity’s car was gone. After that, all thoughts about his future narrowed to the amount of time it would take him to turn off the car and get inside the front door with Oliver in tow.

Matthew needed to see the man in his bed.

He grabbed the small sealed bottle Rory had given him and slid it into the pocket of his jeans before climbing out of the car.

Oliver was at his side as he closed the door and hopping up in his arms, clinging with dancer’s legs as Matthew forced himself to take those last few steps that stood between them and naked.

They moaned against each other’s mouths, Matthew barely getting the key turned in the lock before he kicked the door shut and leaned back against it. “Lock it, Legs. My family is big on unexpected interruptions.”

“Mine too.” Oliver quickly reached around him for the deadbolt. “Please tell me your bedroom is close.”

By the time they got to the top of the stairs, Oliver was impatiently pulling off Matthew’s shirt and reaching for the top button of his jeans. 

“Quiero joder,” Oliver moaned, rubbing against him.

Fuck, that was sexy.

“You want something, Legs?” he asked as they finally reached his bedroom. He was suddenly thankful he’d splurged on the bed, since the one he’d been making do with was too small for the athletics he had in mind.

He lowered Oliver onto the king-sized mattress, one knee bent to follow him down. “Tell me what you want.”

“To fuck,” Oliver said through swollen, bow-shaped lips, his eyes dark with need. “I want you naked. I want to ride you.”

Matthew closed his eyes and blew out a shaky breath. Jesus. “We have so many things in common. Did you notice?”

Straightening up, he slid off his shoes and stripped off his jeans with clumsy hands while Oliver showed off his flexibility, lifting his legs over his head to yank off his pants.

Talk about giving him ideas.

Matthew tossed the bottle of lube and a condom from the bedside table onto the mattress next to Oliver before climbing back up to hover over him.

“Look at you,” he breathed, taking in every flawless inch of golden skin. “I could stare at you for hours. I have.”

“Less talking,” Oliver commanded. “More riding.”

He launched a sneak attack, flipping them over so Matthew was the one on his back.

Mathew laughed up at him. “Whatever you want, Legs.”

Oliver raised his brow in surprise. “You’re giving me the reins without argument? I was sure a kink club member would want to tie me up first.”

Matthew narrowed his gaze. “We’ll get to that later. Right now I don’t care who’s on top, as long as I get to be inside you.”

“I like that about you.” He tore open the condom and reached down to grip Matthew’s cock. “You’re built where it counts, aren’t you?”

Matthew’s laugh was a burst of shocked sound. How could he laugh when he was right on the edge? “Hop on and see for yourself.”

“One more minute, Speedy.” Oliver opened the bottle of lube and coated the condom-covered erection before he reached back and readied himself.

Matthew’s fingers dug into his hips possessively. “I should be the one doing that. You don’t know how often I’ve imagined fucking you with my fingers.”

Oliver shivered and licked his lips. “Yeah? That sounds good, but I don’t think I can wait this time. We’ll play later.”

Had he ever thought Oliver was shy? Thank God he was wrong.

Oliver lowered himself slowly onto Matthew’s cock and the world turned on its side again.

“Fuck. Fuck.” The fit was almost too tight. Perfect and hot and—“Fuck.”

“I’m trying,” Oliver joked, closing his eyes and shuddering as he rocked another inch lower. “You’re just a little more than I bargained for.”

Foreplay is your friend.

“I’m ready to bargain right now. One more inch and I’ll give you my car. A kidney.”

They both laughed. Moaned. Oliver swayed against him again, pausing so his body could adjust to Matthew’s invasion.

“Oh God, you’re killing me.”

“I think you’ll live. But if I can’t teach the old men to mambo on Monday, I’m blaming it on you,” he panted, his hands caressing Matthew’s chest and stomach restlessly.

“Go ahead.” Matthew prayed for restraint, already slick with sweat and unable to look away from Oliver’s hard, bobbing dick, or the sight of his own cock slowly disappearing inside his lover.

Oliver was his.

“As long as you promise not to stop, I’ll agree to anything. Fuck, I never thought a thing could feel too good.”

“Are you a convert yet?” Oliver asked with a gusty laugh, taking more of him.

“I’ll let you know if I survive the next few seconds. I think we’re almost… Can you take more?”

They both moaned loudly in relief with that final inch, their bodies joined completely.

A feeling of rightness and need swept over Matthew. He felt connected. He wanted to be.

Mine.

“Don’t move yet.”

He had to memorize this feeling. Remember every detail of Oliver above him, those curls a wild halo around his exquisite face. There were teeth marks on his red lips and his eyelashes were damp with unshed tears.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked roughly. “Do you need more time?”

Oliver shook his head, his hips slowly rolling in place, the firm cheeks of his ass brushing the tops of Matthew’s thighs deliciously. “No, but I need to move. If you want me to stop you’ll have to make me.”

Matthew wasn’t sure he could stop now if the house were on fire, not with Oliver massaging his cock with one hell of an erotic lap dance. “Where did you learn to do that?”

“Trade secret.”

“Do it again,” Matthew growled.

They fell into the perfect rhythm, their mad rush slowed by the tight fit and a need to savor.

Matthew couldn’t stop touching him. Tracing the head of his cock, sliding his hands up his strong thighs, palming his ass. So different from anything he’d known before. So right.

He had a desire to know Oliver’s body as well as he knew his own. By feel. By scent. He wanted to taste the cock that was flushed and full between them.

He wanted everything.

“I wore those shorts for you,” Oliver said softly, startling Matthew into looking up at him.

“Not that first time,” he added quickly, his movements slowing with the admission. “That time I’d run out of clean laundry and had to borrow a pair of my cousin’s. My much younger cousin’s. But when you came in and I saw your reaction to how high they rode up on my—” He broke off, rocking against him with more force. “Matthew.”

“You were torturing me on purpose?”

You loved it.

“I didn’t think it would take you that long to come over.” He groaned in frustration. “God, you’ve been driving me crazy for days. I think it’s your turn.”

Matthew stiffened beneath him. “My turn for what?”

“To ride me like you want to. Like I want you to.”

Not waiting for another invitation, he had him on his back with his legs slung over Matthew’s shoulders before he could do more than gasp. “This okay? I’ve never been to a dance, remember? I don’t want to get the steps wrong.”

Oliver nodded weakly, arching his back and shouting his approval as Matthew filled him with one forceful thrust.

He got to his knees, hands on the back of Oliver’s thighs so he had the perfect view of his ass as he took him. “I was obsessed with this. With you, and you knew it. You’ve been teasing me. All those. Damn. Lunges.”

“Yes! Matthew.”

He couldn’t hold back. Something dark and possessive had taken over at the feel of Oliver beneath him. So deep. So fucking perfect.

He slid his hand down to wrap a fist around the golden shaft he couldn’t take his eyes off of. Oliver’s cock was like velvet-covered steel and he reacted to Matthew’s touch with a keening sound that nearly made him pop. It was electric and all consuming and so much better than his dreams.

This is better. This is everything.

“Fuck, you’re good at that for a first timer,” Oliver groaned.

“As soon as we’re done I’m going to want you a second time. A third. I want to wake up inside you in the morning and have you again. Which means this date won’t be over until we both agree it is.”

“Oh God,” Oliver cried, his hands clawing at the coverlet. “Harder.”

“Are you going to give me what I want?” Matthew pressed, his thrusts so deep and jarring they shook the bed. “Tell me our date won’t be over tomorrow.”

“It won’t,” he gasped. “I swear. I’m so close, Matthew. Please.”

They came together, Oliver crying out his name and Matthew trembling with the force of his own climax. He was buried in his lover, reveling in the feeling of Oliver’s cum drenching his fingers, and knowing that nothing that came before had prepared him for this.

He lowered Oliver’s legs reluctantly, letting go of his cock to kiss him breathless.

He couldn’t lose this now. One date, one kiss, one thunderbolt from the blue and Matthew knew he couldn’t want this with anyone else.

He’d be lying if he said it didn’t scare him. But the idea of not having this man in his life was infinitely worse. It was unacceptable.

He kissed Oliver’s shoulder. “You still with me, Legs?”

“I’m not even back in my body yet,” he said softly, staring at the ceiling. “I’m not usually so…vocal.”

“I liked it. Especially the part where you were screaming my name.”

He grinned weakly. “Heat of the moment, Finn. Don’t get a big head about it.”

Matthew brushed his hardening cock against Oliver’s hip. “Too late.”

Oliver groaned and he chuckled in response. “I like having you in my bed. I think we need to make a habit of it. All I have to do now is get my sister to think moving out is her idea, add a few more locks and we can christen every room in the house.”

“You wouldn’t do that to her.”

How did he know? “You’re right. We will have a few new house rules, however. No more wild parties. And she can have her girlfriend for a sleepover as long as I can have you.”

Oliver’s eyes widened. “Calamity Kate has a girlfriend?”

Matthew nodded. “She used to have a boyfriend as well, but they fought, I suppose. I haven’t seen him for a few months.” He paused. “Nobody else in the family knows that. Back home we got used to keeping information hidden, so it couldn’t be used against us. Or to hurt William.”

It would break his brother’s heart to know he hadn’t been able to shield them as much as he’d thought.

“I saw your brother nearly fell a redhead like a tree last week,” Oliver said into the silence.

Legs was obviously paying more attention than he’d realized.

“That would be cousin Brady.”

“He was good, but your brother was… How did he learn to fight like that?”

Matthew traced lazy patterns on Oliver’s chest. “I told you most of my dirty secrets at coffee. That one isn’t mine to share.”

Oliver bobbed his head in understand, turning to nuzzle Matthew’s neck. “One of my uncles boxed when he was young. Pretty good at it, from all the stories I’ve heard. He hangs out at the boxing club in my neighborhood, offering tips.”

The picture was getting clearer. “That’s why you signed up at Finn’s?”

“I guess,” Oliver sighed. “I didn’t want the whole street knowing what I was doing. Telling my grandmother. They wouldn’t understand.”

Matthew wasn’t sure he did either. “That you wanted to learn how to fight? Why not? And William could train you, you know. He’s been waiting for you to ask him, and you’ve already seen how good he is.”

Oliver lifted his head to meet his gaze. “I’m not used to letting people in, Matthew. Most of the men I’ve been with don’t want to know the details. Especially after they’ve gotten what they wanted. What makes you so different?”

Matthew reached for Oliver’s growing erection. “For future reference, don’t tell me about your previous conquests while we’re naked in bed. And this is different for both of us because we fit. Because it’s right.”

Oliver started to look away. “Okay, you’re obviously caught up in the afterglow of your first—”

“No.” Matthew reached up to grip Oliver’s chin. “I know all the excuses. I’ve used them. But none of them explain away what I’m feeling, and I won’t deny it just to make you comfortable.”

He let him go and sat up, wrapping his arms around his knees. “This is a day of firsts for me. I never thought I would be the one demanding a real relationship.”

“You didn’t?”

Matthew shook his head. “Until recently, all I knew about passion, love and commitment was that I wanted no part of it. Feeling that much, enough that you’d rather die than be without that one person? It’s selfish to everyone else, isn’t it?”

His parents had been his only example for most of his childhood. Grump had never spared Matthew the truth about what had really happened.

Tommy Finn had fallen for Lily on their first date and she’d loved him despite his gambling problems. They had three children and were happy for a while, but sweeping the addiction under the rug didn’t make it go away. Wanting to give his family more than his job would allow, he’d started borrowing from some very unsavory characters, thinking a few good runs of luck would even things out. That luck never showed up. When he finally came clean, Lily was so determined to help him that she went with him to work out a payment plan instead of staying home with her children.

“What happened?” Oliver asked softly.

“My father couldn’t pay his debts. My mother was collateral damage.”

But his grandfather always believed she’d brought her death on herself after seeing her husband fall. That Lily had loved him too much to go on without him.

Oliver pressed himself against Matthew’s back, and he leaned into that heat. Needing the comfort it gave him.

“You think they chose each other over you.”

“I know they did.”

“I lost mine to an impatient driver and a slow red light. Senseless. I was a baby, so it doesn’t compare, but no child ever wants to lose their parents.” He hesitated. “Until recently? You mean your cousins? Your brother falling in love?”

“I mean you.”

Matthew dragged him onto his lap and wrapped his arms around him. Oliver could have struggled, but he leaned against him instead. Instinctively trusting him.

“You didn’t know me a week ago, Matthew. Didn’t know you’d like sex with men a week ago.”

“Telling me to slow down?” Matthew smiled against his skin. “I can do that. As long as you’re willing to stick around for a while so we can see where this goes.”

“Are you asking me out again?”

“Oh, we’re not done with our first date yet, Legs. But I think it’s safe to say that you’ll be seeing a lot more of me.”

“If I agree to that, you know my family isn’t like yours. Things could get complicated.”

“Grand. I’m brilliant at complicated things.”

Oliver rubbed his ass on Matthew’s lap, making his erection flex in reaction. “Why do I want to say yes?”

“Because I’m incredibly charming? Good in bed? Easy to say yes to?”

“You shouldn’t be,” he murmured. “You should be the last person I want, especially now. I thought you were just another aggressive straight guy who wanted to get in my pants.”

“You’re not wearing pants,” Matthew said helpfully, sucking on the skin of his neck. “And I believe we’ve established that I’m not straight so much as adaptable.”

He stopped kissing Oliver and leaned back, looking into his eyes as his words sunk in. “Especially now? Another aggressive straight guy?”

Oliver scowled. “Are you always going to ask this many questions?”

“I’m a curious man. But I’ll make up for it. Now tell me this prick you just compared me to doesn’t have something to do with you borrowing your cousin’s car to show up at my brother’s gym.”

Matthew had a feeling he wasn’t going to like the answer.