Stripped Bare (20 page)

Matthew groaned and grasped the other man’s hair, winding his fingers through it, grinding his mouth against Shane’s in a frenzy of passion. He pushed Shane back against the couch, covering his body, groins pushing together as they grappled.

Shane’s eyes were unfocused, beautiful, his lips swollen with the roughness of their kisses. His chin was slightly red from where Matthew’s stubble had rubbed against it. Matthew licked the reddened skin slowly, from Shane’s chin up the jaw line as his hand rubbed Shane’s groin, feeling the hardness still growing and hearing his man’s groans of deep satisfaction.

“You
are
my lover, Shane,” he whispered, feeling a sense of release as he said the words. “My sexy, annoying, amazing man.” He kissed Shane passionately. “
Mein Liebhaber,
” he whispered.

Shane heaved a deep shuddering satisfied sigh at this declaration as he reached down to stroke Matthew. “God, Matty, let’s get our clothes off. I need to feel you inside me. Badly.” Shane’s voice was husky as he fumbled with his jeans.

Matthew nodded, standing up and lifting his shirt over his head.

“You are so beautiful.” Shane’s words were reverent. “I never get tired of seeing you like that. You have an incredible body.” He reached for his tee shirt, ripping it off in one fluid movement, then lifting his backside to undo his jeans and push them off, along with his boxers.

Matthew watched him lay back naked on the couch and lost his breath. Shane’s body was lean and naturally sculptured. His chest was smooth, his groin pale blonde with his cock rearing, red and swollen, sticky with fluid. Matthew though he had never seen a sexier sight than this man lying bare before him. He dropped his chinos, enjoying the sense of freedom being naked gave him, as his cock lurched out of confinement and sprang proudly free.

Shane’s eyes were predatory, greedy. “I want that,” he whispered as Matthew pulled him to his feet.

“Bedroom,” Matthew commanded. “Much more comfortable there.”

It was just as well Shane’s bedroom was warm as he and Matthew hardly ever seemed to make it under the covers until it was time to go to sleep. The two men made their way there and Shane climbed onto the bed, lying wantonly back against the pillows, on display, and Matthew thought he was going to burst at the sight. He clambered onto the bed beside the other man, slowly rubbing the palm of his hand across Shane’s stomach, up to his chest, pinching the nipples until they were hard.

Shane huffed, small sharp breaths that told Matthew just how turned on he was. Shane’s lithe body felt so good under Matthew’s hands, hot and sweaty. Matthew could never get enough. Slowly, seductively, Matthew explored with his mouth and hands, as his lover squirmed and moaned beneath him. He kissed light feather trails down Shane’s chest, licking the sweat off as he made his way up and down.

His tongue found Shane’s belly button, burrowing deep as his lover groaned.

“Matty, there’s no bloody gold in there, babe. As much as I love all the exploration, I have something that I’d rather you focused on between my legs.”

Matthew chuckled at the tone of need in Shane’s voice. He finally let his hand travel down to Shane’s cock and gripped it.

Shane gave a gulp of breath, his pupils already dilated. Matthew began to stroke his shaft, slow movements from base to head, hard, tight then slower and looser, until Shane was squirming in his hand, his thigh muscles tensed against the bed. His hands gripped the bedspread. Matthew’s own cock felt impossibly large as if his skin was being stretched by an alien being just clamouring to get out.

“Matty, just keep going, keep up that hard stroke.” Shane’s groans of pleasure and his small pants of breath were turning Matthew on even more.

“You taste so good,” he whispered to Shane as he bit his neck, ran his tongue along his jaw line and nipped the skin of his shoulders causing Shane to hiss in both pain and pleasure.

He took Shane’s lips in a voracious kiss, pressing their sweating bodies together as he increased the pressure on Shane’s straining erection.

Shane gave a loud muffled shout against Matthew’s lips, his body spasming off the bed as thick trails of semen jetted out, coating Matthew’s hand and chest. Breathing ragged, he collapsed back against the pillows.

“On your knees,” Matthew whispered. Shane heaved another shuddering breath and turned over, getting on his hands and knees. Matthew caressed his flanks gently, kissing his buttocks, trailing his tongue along the smooth, taut skin. He reached over to the bedside table for the ever-present lube and condom. Shane watched him over his shoulder, his eyes darkened with desire, his lips slightly parted.

Matthew thought he’d go mad if he didn’t take his man right now. He put the condom on and applied a liberal dose of lube and squeezed more onto his fingers. “Ready, babe? I need to get you nice and ready so I can just slide this inside you and make you scream.”

Shane snorted. “You have a very inflated opinion of your skills with your dick, don’t you? Give it your best shot. No messing around.”

He gasped as Matthew inserted his finger, stretching him, moving deeper, past the ring of muscle which tightened around his finger. Shane groaned, his arms straining with keeping his body up.

“Matty, I’m fine. Just do it, please.”

His throaty entreaty made Matthew take a deep breath as he gripped Shane’s hips and slid inside. He gasped at the feeling of having Shane around him, muscles tightening as the man groaned. Matthew withdrew and plunged in again, watching himself as he slid and out of his lover. It was the most erotic sight he’d ever seen.

Shane held his breath as his lover moved in and out of his channel with hard, fast strokes, causing his groin to throb, his body to flush with heat and his skin to prickle. He was getting hard again. This felt so right, Matthew’s strong, firm body behind him, his warm hands on his rump, his dick moving in and out of him as if they were made to fit together. He could hear his lover’s harsh breaths, feel the growing excitement in his body as his fingers gripped him and his balls slapped against Shane’s backside. As much as Shane loved being inside Matthew, he loved the other man taking him more.

The words Matty had uttered earlier about not knowing what Shane was to him had lifted his spirits, made him feel that there was something developing in this relationship.

Shane already knew he was falling in love with Matthew. He’d known from the moment they’d first met that this man could be someone special. He also knew that the sooner he deleted the folder he had on his lover on Bushwhacker, the better. He felt guilty for lying, but it was easy enough to make sure all the stuff he had on Matthew disappeared.

A groan escaped his lips as Matthew pumped harder, deeper, his rising excitement evident in every thrust into Shane’s tight and willing channel.

He felt his lover’s orgasm long before he heard it, as Matthew swelled and throbbed inside him, then roared in triumph, his body jerking with the force of his climax.

Shane felt his own dick swell at the sheer exuberance and enjoyment of his lover’s final spasms. Matthew collapsed across Shane’s back, as Shane’s arms gave way and he sank flat to the bed, Matthew on top of him, still embedded deeply. He loved the feeling but he could hardly breathe. Matthew, a slab of skin and muscle, probably weighed at least one hundred and eighty pounds. But he was enjoying the closeness of his lover’s body too much to ask him to move. He was able to breathe until Matthew relaxed on top.

Shane needed air. “Matty, you need to move,” he managed to gasp. “I love us like this but I’m really battling here.”

Matthew sighed and lightly brushed the nape of his neck with his warm lips. “You are so bloody needy. Now you want air as well as great sex?”

Shane felt his lover’s lips form a grin against his skin as Matthew disengaged himself and rolled over to his side, discarding the condom and pulling Shane toward him snuggling into his back.

“Is that better?” He murmured. Shane pushed back against him, wigging his backside deliberately against his lover’s member. At Matthew’s hiss of breath against his back, Shane grinned.

“It would be even better if you could take care of something for me.” He took Matthew’s hand and moved it down to his groin, where his now-firm dick jutted out.

“Christ, you are a greedy little bastard, aren’t you? Where the hell did that come from?” Matthew’s hand indulgently caressed Shane’s erection with nimble fingers, causing him to push back into Matthew, feeling his lover twitch against the crease of his backside.

Matthew heaved a loud, long, suffering sigh as he shifted, pulling Shane over so he was on his back. “I have a better idea,” he murmured as his warm mouth trailed down Shane’s stomach, his tongue slowly licking the ridges of muscle, down to his hips and down to where Shane wanted him most.

Discoveries and Need

David Debussy looked around at the empty lounge. He’d let himself into Matthew’s house, taken a shower, found some suitable fresh clothes in Matthew’s closet and made himself something to eat. He’d proceeded to mooch around, flicking through TV channels, watching bits of programmes with a lack of interest whilst his mind race with thoughts of how he’d like to tie Roy Parsons up and beat him with a heavy metal bar. The thought of making the man bloody and bruised gave him a distinct thrill which surprised him. He was generally not a violent person.

Earlier he’d wandered around the house, noting with approval the new artwork on the wall. Matthew was painting again. Not many people knew his friend loved watercolour painting. Matthew was good at it too. He specialised in creating landscapes and people’s portraits from photos he took when he was out and about. It had been a while since he’d done any, citing a lack of time to David. But David had known he’d lost his creative spark when Sam died.

It was almost eleven thirty and Matthew wasn’t home yet. He grinned. The man was probably being screwed to within an inch of his life by Shane. He didn’t know which one was luckier. They were both very sexy and cute men. He wondered idly if they’d be into a threesome. The thought made him hard and he stopped thinking about that rather delectable idea before it made him even harder.

A noise at the door had him padding to the entrance in a pair of Matthew’s socks. Matthew was just coming in the door. He looked tired and David smirked as he saw the faint bruise marks on his neck, love bites that were evident because Matthew’s shirt wasn’t buttoned like it usually was. He also noticed with a sly smile that his friend looked like a man who had indeed been royally screwed.

“Good evening, Matty?” he enquired with a grin.

Matthew smiled as he put his car keys on the side table. “I see you settled in and managed to find my good stuff to wear,” he said wryly. “That’s my Ralph Lauren sweatshirt and my Versace jeans. Couldn’t find the old stuff then?”

David had the grace to look shame faced. “Er, I just pulled these out willy-nilly. But they fit well.”

Matthew nodded drily. “I see. Well, they look very good on you. “He moved over to the minibar in the corner of the lounge and poured himself a large whiskey. He took a sip, savouring the taste, kicked off his shoes and sat down in the armchair with a sigh of relief. David sat on the couch. “I’m glad you came home. I thought maybe you’d stay over at Shane’s.”

His friend shook his head. “As tempting as it was, I needed to get home and get some sleep. I have a board meeting in the morning and I didn’t want to look as if I’d been dragged through a hedge backward.” He chuckled. “If Shane had his way, I’d be screwed every which way possible and thrown out of the bed just in time to have a shower and perhaps put some clothes on in the morning. And Shane can be very persuasive. So I thought I’d better leave while the going was good. I’ll finish this drink and then it’s into bed.”

David smiled. “I’m so glad to see the two of you getting on so well. And you’re painting again. I love the new one of the Birdkeeper’s House in St. James’s. It’s stunning.”

Matthew smiled, obviously pleased David liked his artwork. “Yes, I did that a few months ago. It felt good to get back in the saddle.”

“I agree. It’s about time you got over Sam.”

Matthew stood up abruptly, a scowl on his face. “Yes, well, that’s not a subject for tonight.”

David read between the lines and knew Matthew meant it wasn’t good any time, not just now. He sighed. “Shane has been very good for you. I’ve never seen you more relaxed. And he adores you.” He frowned. “And when are you going to take off your wedding ring? Don’t you think—”

“DD.” Matthews voice was soft but dangerous. “Stop blabbering. It’s late, and I’m not in the mood for that discussion.”

“You’re never in the mood for ‘that discussion,’” David said. “Have you even invited Shane around to your house yet? “ Matthew regarded him with a tight mouth. “I know you don’t like bringing your boyfriends here because this was yours and Sam’s place, but you’re going to have to do it sooner or later.”

“Jesus, if I wanted a therapy session I’d have booked one with someone a damn sight more experienced than you.” Matthew’s voice was harsh. “Can you please just give it a rest?” He drained his drink as David watched him. “I’m going to bed. You’re hopefully settled in the spare room. I hope you sleep well enough. Tomorrow I’ll speak to my boss, see what we can do about getting that trust fund of yours available again.”

David shrugged, seeing that he was not going to get anywhere. “Fine with me.” He frowned. “Actually, you probably have all the original papers your dad used when he set up the fund with my mother. You might want to look them out. If I remember he made a lot of notes about the fund and how it needed to be set up for best effect. You might find those helpful if you still have them.”

Matthew frowned. “I do recall that. Any documents would come in handy. I think I got a box of stuff when Dad died but I can’t for the life of me remember what the hell I did with it.”

Energised by the thought there might be something in there that could help him sort out David’s problem, he disappeared into the small study off the lounge. David sighed. Matthew had an obsession about completing something when he got a bee in his bonnet. This meant that he wouldn’t rest until he found what he was looking for. He decided he’d had enough of today and made his way to bed.