Page 112 of Crossing Arizona

“Xed, I can’t—" Matty carries me as far as the stairs before he drops to his knees, sitting me on the middle step as he reaches for my belt. “I can’t wait any longer, please. Let me touch you.”

Fuck, and it turns me on, the knowledge that I’ve reduced this mountain of a man into such a needy mess, pooling around my feet.

“I’m all yours, big guy.” Helping him out, I whip off my belt, lifting my ass to help him drag my pants off.

He eyes the imprint of my dick hungrily, licking his lips as his fingers curl into the waistband of my boxers. The material slides down my hips as he tugs it lower, but something flickers across his face before he stills.

“Wait, wait.” His gaze meets mine, sky blue and vulnerable. “Xed, are you… will you be my boyfriend?”

For a moment, I just stare, his uncertain expression rooting me to the spot. Then, like the first rays of sunlight breaking through clouds, something warm and light blooms in my chest. It spreads, unfurling up to my ears and down to my toes.

A laugh bursts out of me, bordering on hysterical before I grab the back of his neck and haul him up for a bruising kiss.

“Fucking finally,“ I murmur, nipping at his bottom lip. “Yes, Matthew. I’ll be your boyfriend.”

“Thank God,” he groans, his hands sliding beneath my shirt as his mouth finds my jaw, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. “I just… wanted to make sure before we do this again. Always wanna be sure with you, Ducky.”

He makes his way down my body, kissing every inch until, once again, he’s kneeling at my crotch. Looking up at me in question, he gives my boxers an experimental tug. I nod in permission, my breath catching when he slowly slides them down, releasing my rapidly filling cock.

It slaps against my stomach, and Matty groans, reaching out to take it in his hands.

“Did I ever tell you how much I love your dick?” he says, looking pleased when I moan as he presses his thumb beneath my foreskin.

“You may have mentioned it once or twice.”

“It’s so pretty, baby.” Leaning forward, he runs his nose along the seam of my groin, inhaling deep. “And you have the smoothest balls.”

“Matthew, seriously,” I grit through my teeth, already thrusting up into his hand because he’s just holding my cock and not jerking it. “Talk later.”

He laughs, throwing me a look hot enough to melt steel as he lowers his mouth to my shaft. His tongue darts out, flicking along the vein running up the side as he keeps his eyes on me.

“And I love the way you taste,” he whispers, kissing my tip. “The sounds you make, the way you twitch in my hands. I’m obsessed with you, Xed.”

Fuck.

“Please.” Moving my hips upward, I grab his wrist. “I’m begging, baby, please do something with it, Jesus Christ.”

Another grin lights up his face before he opens his mouth, and suddenly my cock is hitting the back of his throat.

“Oh shit, goddamn.”

He swallows around me, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my balls, and I grab onto his hair to push myself deeper.

Moaning, Matty reaches down to undo his own jeans, popping the button in one swift movement before shimmying them down his thighs.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for over a year,” he mutters, popping off my cock to touch his tip to mine.

“Yeah? You missed docking with me?”

“Fuck, I love this.” He watches, enraptured, as he rolls my foreskin over the head of his dick, jerking us together in tandem. “It feels so. Fucking. Good.”

Words are beyond me as I watch him stroke us roughly—the way his pupils dilate and his lips hang open, breathing unevenly.

Spitting into my palm, I wrap a hand around myself and help him out, getting the both of us slick enough that we glide along each other’s lengths easily.

Leaning down, Matty takes my mouth again, rolling his tongue against mine while our knuckles bump together, and he whimpers into my mouth after a few moments.

“It’s not enough,” he cries, pulling away from my lips to look down at our cocks. “It’s not enough, Ducky. I need to be closer.”