Because I Want To - Grace R. Duncan Page 0,17
asked for, Matt did, almost as if his own body was obeying Adam without Matt’s help. Adam’s hot ass, the muscles squeezing Matt were making him more than a little crazy.
Matt was sure now that his Desin had worn off. He had no idea why it would have, but the lack of control, the sharp need, and just how badly Adam’s pheromones were getting to him told him the suppressant was gone. Adam’s meds were pretty much gone too, as far as Matt could tell. The tone of voice, the way he flexed his muscles—all of it told Matt of the same need and lack of control Adam was dealing with, just like Matt was.
He couldn’t focus too much on that thought, though, lost as he was to the feel of being inside Adam and the growing pleasure. Thrusting into Adam’s tight ass, nearly pounding into his body made Matt that little bit crazier. He rocked his hips, pumping hard as the feel of it all almost did him in. Every moan from Adam shoved Matt further along the edge toward climax. Each new “harder” and “deeper” made it even harder to hold on, shoved him a little more violently toward orgasm.
Adam’s body felt so fucking good, it took every ounce of sanity Matt had left to focus enough on Adam to make sure he came first. Matt was holding back by sheer force of will, which was tenuous at best and fading fast.
When Adam scrambled for the headboard again, back arching and moans getting louder, Matt sent up a prayer of gratitude. He moved a little faster, thrusting deep, and a moment later, he was rewarded when Adam threw his head back and shouted Matt’s name.
The movement and the position stole all but the tiniest bit of Matt’s sanity. Adam was still shouting, cum spraying both of them, and—likely from instinct and nothing conscious—Adam tilted his head. Matt’s own instinct pulled at him. Before he thought it through, he bent forward, mouth aiming for Adam’s bared neck. At the last second, he yanked his head back and shoved his forearm between his teeth.
He bit down hard as his climax hit, drowning the pain out. He slammed into Adam once more, his cock pulsing over and over as he poured his cum into Adam. The orgasm didn’t seem to want to end, stretching out and fading very slowly, Matt’s cock still pulsing the entire time.
Matt panted hard, trying to remember how to simply take air in. He couldn’t seem to catch his breath. He stared at Adam, who was looking at the ceiling, breathing just as hard as Matt was.
It wasn’t until Adam looked down at Matt that he remembered what he’d almost done, because Adam half sat up, eyes wide in alarm as he looked at Matt’s face, then down and grabbed Matt’s wrist.
“What the he—did you—?”
“Almost bite, yeah. But I managed not to.” Matt gave a shaky smile, and Adam shook his head.
“Jesus fucking Christ, what the hell is up with us this time?” he muttered, nudging Matt back.
Matt pulled out, sitting back briefly as Adam rolled off the bed then padded across the floor and into the bathroom. Matt flopped down onto the bed, remembering the condom at the last minute. He didn’t pay much attention as he pulled it off and tossed it into the can, which they kept right next to the bed for that purpose.
He put his noninjured arm over his eyes, still struggling a bit with how to breathe. Once. Once, he could remember it being almost that violent. The one time he hadn’t had his own suppressant.
Footsteps approached, and Matt lowered his arm as Adam sat next to him on the bed. He had a bottle Matt guessed was wound cleaner and a few paper towels. He handed a damp one to Matt, then without speaking, inspected Matt’s arm. Matt didn’t move, and Adam looked down at him.
“You have blood on your face,” he said, then refocused on the bite mark. Adam cleaned the bite mark—which Matt had managed to make deep enough to draw blood in more than one place—and inspected it.
Matt finally remembered to wipe his face off.
“Not too bad.” Adam took a breath, then looked back at Matt. “Thank you,” he said softly.
Matt reached up with his good hand and brushed a thumb over Adam’s cheek. “I’d never do that without your consent. Never. I’ll bite my entire fucking arm off first.”
Adam swallowed and dropped his gaze to the