Page 161 of In at the Deep End

Making love on the couch was fast becoming addictive. The windows were slid all the way across, opening the room to the garden, the perfume from the clerodendrum carried into the house on a warm breeze.

Matt’s head rested on a cushion, another stuffed under his hips, his legs wrapped around Owen’s waist as Owen rocked into him, hips rolling fluidly.

He paused, his cock buried in Matt’s warm body, and Matt let out a sigh.

“Oh, just like that. Don’t stop.”

Owen kissed his forehead. “No intention of stopping. I love how it feels to be inside you.” He resumed his leisurely thrusts, his breath catching now and then, his heart feeling as if it would burst from sheer joy.

Matt cradled his head. “As good as it feels when I’m inside you?”

He smiled. “That’s a very close second.” He picked up a little speed, and Matt groaned. Owen nodded. “Not long now.”

“I want to feel it.” Matt kissed him again, a little more urgently. “Come in me.”

Owen moved faster, his body already tingling, his balls tightening. “Aw fuck, how you feel…”

Matt clung to him, his fingers digging into Owen’s shoulders as Owen’s hips bucked. “Owen… oh my God, Owen….”

Their lips collided, Owen feeding him low moans as he came, shaking from his orgasm, body so fucking alive. And when there wasn’t a drop of cum left in him, Owen eased out of him and took Matt’s cock in his mouth, Matt arching to thrust deeper.

Matt trembled with the force of his climax, belly quivering, chest heaving.

“I never knew it could feel like this.”

Owen kissed him, sharing the taste of him. He stroked the hair back from Matt’s damp forehead and gazed into his eyes. “Neither did I.” Then he rested his head on Matt’s chest, listening to his heart thumping beneath his ribs.

“Can we stay like this? I don’t want to move.”

Owen chuckled. “If we stay here too long, we’ll end up stuck to each other.” He craned his neck for a kiss. “But I know what you mean. I don’t want to move either.”

Matt’s lips were soft against his. “I love being here like this.”

Owen hesitated for about a second. “I love you being here too.”

“But maybe I need to go.”

“No.” The word was out of him in a heartbeat. “Stay.”

They lay together, Owen drifting in and out of a warm doze, the smell of Matt filling his senses, the minutes ticking by, nowhere else to be but there.

The doorbell ringing froze them both.

Owen got to his feet and pulled on his shorts. “No idea who that is.”

Matt followed suit and got dressed. “I don’t recall wishing to be saved by the bell.”

He laughed. “All good things, right?” He gave the seat cushions a quick bat with his hands, and when everything looked as if they hadn’t just had sex on the couch, he headed for the front door.

He frowned when he found Callum standing there.

“Did you forget your key?” He cocked his head. “Did you tell me you were coming over, and I forgot?”

“It was a spur of the moment thing.” Callum gestured to the hall behind him. “Well, do I get to come in?”

Owen laughed and stood aside. “Of course.”

Callum went into the lounge, where Matt stood in the open space between house and patio. “Hey. How’s the garden coming along?”