Because I Want To - Grace R. Duncan Page 0,10
little, he pulled out. Adam looked up at him, his eyes still fuzzy, and Matt stretched out on the bed next to him. “Ride me, baby,” Matt murmured. Guilt poked at the corner of his mind for taking advantage, once again, of Adam’s fuzziness to use the term of endearment, but he pushed the thought back and focused on what he needed to.
Adam climbed up, straddling Matt, and Matt realized it wasn’t going to help after all. He’d thought maybe giving control over to Adam would mean he would last longer, but Adam knew Matt—and Matt’s body—too well. Even subconsciously, he knew what moves made Matt feel the best, which angles were most effective.
A little desperate to make sure Adam went first, Matt took Adam’s cock into his hand, trying his best to match the rhythm of his strokes to the rocking of Adam’s hips, but he wasn’t doing a great job of it. It didn’t seem to matter to Adam, though, because his sounds got louder, near shouts, and Matt’s tenuous hold slipped further. He took a moment to send up a silent prayer of thanks that the house was empty and Adam’s parents were out for Adam’s heat, so it didn’t matter how loud Adam shouted. Matt tried not to let Adam’s voice drive him too crazy and instead focused on pushing Adam to the edge of orgasm, somewhere between thrilled and relieved when Adam shouted Matt’s name.
“Fuck… oh fuck, I’m….” Adam leaned back, bracing himself on Matt’s thighs, rocking his hips a little faster. His cock twitched in Matt’s hands, and then his sounds devolved into grunts and moans. When he looked down, the pure need and desperation in his eyes hit Matt hard.
He let himself take slight advantage of Adam’s out-of-it state again and murmured, “Let go, baby,” since Adam would never remember the words. He was a bit of a bastard for that, but he couldn’t seem to help it. He’d never get away with calling Adam that outside of his heat, so Matt did it during when he dared.
Matt focused once again on stroking Adam, going a little faster, and with that and the words, it seemed to be enough. Adam shouted wordlessly, his cum shooting all over Matt’s stomach and chest, and the muscles in Adam’s ass squeezed Matt’s cock at the same time.
That was all Matt could handle. He threw his head back, thrusting hard up into Adam and burying himself completely in the tight heat of Adam’s body. The orgasm hit, knocking his breath out and yanking the cum from his balls to fill the condom.
As he found his sanity again, he let himself wish for one short moment —as he did most times—that the thin barrier wasn’t in the way. How would it feel to know he was filling Adam with his cum, that he was possibly creating a child with the man he loved so much? He swallowed hard, forced the ache aside, and closed his eyes as Adam slumped forward to rest his forehead on Matt’s chest. Matt simply panted hard for a moment as he attempted to recover his breath. Adam stayed where he was, breathing hard himself—undoubtedly still recovering—and still smelling so good. Thankfully, the heat pheromones had lessened quite a bit with his orgasm, so it wasn’t nearly as strong, and certainly not as hard to deal with as it had been earlier.
Matt carefully rolled them, pulled out of Adam, and sat up. He took care of the condom, then grabbed his T-shirt and cleaned himself off before laying back down. To his surprise, Adam rolled onto his side, burying his face against Matt’s chest and threading his legs with Matt’s. When Matt wrapped his arms around Adam, he was in for one more surprise as Adam burrowed in, kissing Matt’s chest.
He had no idea where this was coming from except maybe the remnants of Adam’s heat. That didn’t entirely make sense, but lacking any other explanation, Matt went with it.
He was beginning to wonder if he really could maintain this. Could he keep having sex with Adam, wanting to make love but not having Adam return that want? They’d been doing this for two years already, but it had been getting so difficult to hide his feelings—and letting Adam pretend he didn’t see them clearly on Matt’s face. Matt didn’t know what to do, though. He wasn’t sure he could let Adam go, either. He’d spent sixteen years with this man as his best