Forbidden Feast

Ch. 19: You've never?

There had been times in Mathew's life, where he was attracted to a man enough that he might want to have sex with them. The farthest Mathew got was with Joseph, technically his first boyfriend. Any chance they got, they kissed. Mathew quite liked kissing. Once, Joseph was able to get his shirt off, but a call came through Joseph's phone.

Dante Ventura, the screen said and all the horniness inside of Mathew dried up completely. It wasn't long before Joseph dumped him.

Still holding Mathew's wrists, Jace blinked like the lights went out in his head. "You've never? Ever? You've never had sex? Of any kind?"

"No." Mathew took a breath, praying Jace wouldn't laugh. He fidgeted again, growing restless over these small touches. He wanted Jace to hold him down harder and kiss him like the world was ending tomorrow.

"Okay. Why don't we change pace a little?" Jace smiled softly and let Mathew's hands go. He pulled Mathew up to his surprise and Mathew panicked, thinking they were going to stop, but Mathew didn't want this to be over. If they stopped, he might throw himself off the balcony. "Come here," Jace said instead, and sat Mathew in his lap.

Jace threw off his shirt, and Mathew swallowed nervously. His hands touched Jace's bare skin, his golden tan and sturdy frame. "You can touch me as much as you want. You can kiss me as many times until both our lips go numb. Matty, you can do whatever you want to me and if we need to stop, just say so."

With a brief nod, Mathew held onto Jace's shoulders, moving himself up as Jace's hands reached behind, grabbing a handful of his ass. He squeezed, sending a spark of want through Mathew. He brushed against Jace again, this time rubbing against the tent in Jace's pants. A shiver rattled Mathew.

Mathew kissed him, hoping to convey how much he wanted this man. He compiled all his yearning, his desire, and the pleasure building between them and made a bridge to Jace. Kissing him had a certain bite like stray electricity nipping his lips. He swallowed fireworks that continued burning through him, even down to his belly.

"I'm assuming you don't have any condoms or lube, do you?" Jace asked.

"No, I didn't pack it," Mathew half joked and quickly added, "Sorry."

"Don't apologize. I want you to smile, Matty."

"I mean," Mathew licked his lips, taking a breath as Jace squeezed him again, making Mathew grind their middles together again. Mathew really was puddy in this man's hands. "It's not like I've brought boys here before."

"Don't worry." Jace gnawed Mathew's nose with a huge grin. "We'll still have plenty of fun."

Jace grabbed Mathew's sweatpants, pulling them down, until his erection stood between them. The pre-cum dripping from the head to the hilt. Jace barely touched Mathew, but he spasmed. No one else had touched him before and the warmth of Jace's hand already had Mathew melting. He took a breath as Jace's hand encompassed the base of dick and one stroke straightened Mathew right up, narrowing all his senses to one singular sharp point. He hissed and grabbed Jace's face, kissing him in thanks. Mathew had to do something, grab him, touch him, kiss Jace everywhere. Something had to be done with this boundless excitement.

Mathew followed Jace's lead, running his mouth down Jace's neck, kissing the hot skin and tasting him all while the pressure from Jace's hand and his strokes made Mathew feel like untamed, live wire. An electrical fire threatening to light this room on fire.

Running his hand up Mathew's stomach, his long fingers slid over Mathew's nipple. His palm dragged over the hard nub and Mathew sucked in a sharp breath. That was great encouragement for Jace, who squeezed Mathew's chest. He pinched the nipple, teasing it and Mathew's body tingled as if they were buttons connected directly to his balls, forcing more precum out and more pleasure to rattle Mathew.