Page 25 of Matthias’s Protective Embrace (Cardinal Falls #3)

Chapter Sixteen

FRANK

Is this really my life? Going home with Mr. Gorgeous? I’d ask someone to pinch me, but Matthias is the only other one here. I’m not sure how it works if I ask a figment of my imagination to pinch me. Probably messes with the laws of physics or something.

Plus, if this is my imagination, I’m happy to keep living in it. It’s better here than in my real life. Whatever sort of wild hallucination this is, I’ll keep it.

The anticipation is killing me as we pull into Matthias’s garage.

I’ve been looking forward to this… well, since the first day I saw him.

But since that first kiss a few days ago, I’ve been dreaming of all the ways I can get to know Matthias better.

At least ninety percent of the options I’ve come up with involve us being naked.

We barely make it inside the house before I throw myself at him, which is becoming a bit of a habit, desperate to feel his body against mine again.

Since that chaste kiss in the parking lot, my mind’s been running through a wealth of dirty fantasies.

It’s probably too much to ask for us to get through all of them tonight, but I’m happy to make a dent in the list.

I kiss him thoroughly, trying to convey everything I’m feeling, the thanks I have for the evening. Waiting even another minute to get my hands on him seems impossible.

Then Matthias pins me against the wall, moving my hands over my head and taking control.

My back against the wall, neck craning to meet his mouth, I let him take over.

The way he controls me is what I’ll be thinking about in my future jerk-off sessions for months.

The way he lets me simply feel is intoxicating without needing to do anything.

Which is good since he’s captured both my wrists, refusing to let me do anything other than take.

My hips thrust forward as he pulls back, and I let out a low whine.

When we finally come up for air, I squeak out, “Bedroom?”

“Patience,” Matthias says. He must be crazy because I ran out of patience back at the restaurant. “I’ll give you what you need.”

Right now, what I need is to have his skin against mine. I’ve been dreaming of rubbing myself up against those thighs, and I’m so close to getting what I want.

Matthias seems to sense my need since he grabs my hand and pulls me up to his bedroom. This house is way too big. I might not have thought that before, but having to go around a corner, up a flight of stairs, and down a hall is way too much when I’m this riled up.

As soon as we’re in his room, he shuts the door and presses me up against it.

I don’t know who he thinks is going to disturb us, but I’m happy to have him to myself.

Matthias kisses me again, this time, more slowly.

Despite the fire coursing through me, begging to speed up, I let him set the pace.

He rewards me by licking into my mouth, slow, deliberate strokes over my tongue that leave me panting.

As he leans in, I can feel his hard cock against my stomach.

It’s the thing that finally snaps my control.

“Can I?” I ask, pulling back and placing my hand on his zipper.

He stares at me for a second, his eyes boring into mine. “Anything you want,” he says.

That’s all the permission I need to sink to my knees. It’s a bit of a struggle to get his fly open with my hands shaking, but he helps me to get it open and pull his pants down around his thighs.

“Fuck, yes.” I mouth his cock through his briefs, inhaling his scent. I can’t wait to explore every inch of him, figure out exactly how to break down his strong exterior. It’ll be a challenge, but I’m up to the task. I think.

When I can’t stand the fabric between us any longer, I loop my fingers under his waistband. Before I pull, I glance up at him for a moment, waiting for permission to continue. He nods, and I tug his briefs down, letting his cock free.

Jesus . I don’t think I’ve ever seen something so beautiful in my entire life. For a minute, I simply stare at it. He’s not overly long, but fuck he’s thick and leaking. I can imagine what he’ll feel like deep inside me. With a lot of prep because it’s been a while.

I press the heel of my hand against my cock to relieve a little pressure.

“No touching, Firecracker. That’s mine now,” Matthias says, his voice low. And oh, shit. I could come simply from hearing him say that. As tempted as I am to test him by stroking myself a few times, I want to make him happy. With only a little hesitation, I pull my hand away.

I return to focusing solely on his cock, putting my own discomfort out of my mind for now.

Instead, I suck him down as far as I can.

It’ll take a bit of practice for me to get all of him, but he doesn’t sound like he minds.

Besides, I like having something to work toward.

Matthias alternates between low moans and strings of curses as I bob up and down on him, making sure to give his tip extra attention.

“Frank.” His voice quivers. I did that. I’m the one unraveling him.

“I need you to stop. I don’t want to come yet.

” I’m tempted to keep going. I’d love to have him come in my mouth so I can taste him, but I want him buried inside me more.

I pull off with a final slurp and let him pull me to my feet.

He reaches for the bottom of my sweater, pulling it and my undershirt over my head without any fanfare.

Half-naked, I stand there as he stares at my body.

I’m not super self-conscious or anything.

I know I look pretty good thanks to all the manual labor, but my skin is fair.

Or, what kids in high school always referred to as see-through.

Matthias doesn’t seem to mind, his eyes showing no hint of anything except hunger.

“Please.” I’m not above begging. I’ve been waiting seven weeks for this, and waiting even one second more seems cruel.

He gives in to me, pulling my slacks and briefs down without hesitation, steadying me as I step out of them.

“Get on the bed. Now.” I hurry to follow his instructions, covering the space between the door and the bed in only two massive steps. “And Firecracker?” I look over at him as he starts to strip off his clothes. “ Remember, no touching.”

MATTHIAS

This boy is testing every ounce of my self-restraint. I want to throw him down on the bed and fuck him into the mattress. Any other night, I’d happily give in. But tonight, I want to make sure he feels cherished. That means taking my time and ensuring he’s good and ready.

Reaching over, I pull the lube and a condom from my bedside table and place them on the bed.

“Turn around for me, Firecracker.” He scrambles to flip over, barely avoiding tumbling over the edge.

On his belly, he sticks his ass in the air, anticipating my next request. Fuck, he’s beautiful like this, his pink hole waiting for me.

I pour a generous helping of lube onto my fingers and rub them together a few times to warm it up. God, I could look at this view all night. I lean in and place a soft kiss on one of his ass cheeks. He flinches, pulling away with a gasp.

“Matthias. Please.” As much as I want to play with him, I feel the same way, desperate to move past the foreplay. Hopefully, there’ll be many more opportunities after this, ones where we can slow down and take our time.

I run my finger down his crack, pausing briefly before I let it graze his hole.

This time, he doesn’t pull away, but he whimpers into the pillow he has under his head.

“That’s it, Firecracker. Let me in.” He relaxes a little, and I work my finger in slowly, pausing several times to make sure he’s okay.

When he starts to press back against me, I add a second one.

Watching him open up for me is incredible. He lets out a small moan that’s quickly cut off when he turns into the pillow.

“None of that. I want to hear every noise you make. Let me hear how good I make you feel. ”

Those words earn me a loud, guttural noise. Better. I like knowing that I’m the one turning him on. By the time I work a third finger in, he’s alternating between moans and curses.

“Now, please. I’m ready,” he says, panting.

“I decide when you’re ready, Firecracker.” He huffs at my response. I’m inpatient too, my hard cock leaking, waiting eagerly for my prize. I’m unwilling to risk hurting him, instead focusing on my task.

I scissor my fingers a few more times before I’m satisfied with my prep work. When I pull out, he whimpers. “I know,” I say, running my hand down his spine.

It only takes me a few seconds to get the condom wrapper open and get myself prepped, adding a generous pour of lube over my cock to help slick the way.

I line myself up behind him, taking in the sight of Frank in my bed—finally—ready and waiting.

“Take a deep breath for me,” I say, stroking my hand over his hip, “and bear down.” He follows directions, and I’m able to slide inside him.

Fuck he feels tight around me. I’m not even all the way in yet, and I’m already on the brink of losing it.

I remind myself that this isn’t a one-time thing.

Even if it ends quickly, there’ll be plenty more chances for the two of us to fall into bed together. To try all the things in my mind.

I take my time burying myself inside him with agonizingly slow thrusts, pushing in an inch at a time “Fuck, Frank. You feel incredible,” I say when I finally bottom out.

“So. Full.” He pants. I drape myself over him, collecting myself and letting him adjust to the intrusion. “Please, Matthias. Fuck me.”

God, I hope a day comes when he substitutes the word Daddy in those pleas. Until then, I’ll revel in hearing him call my name in bed. I start slow, with shallow thrusts. Frank’s impatience shows through as he starts to push back into me, keeping time with me.

My restraint breaks. I pull almost all the way out, only the tip of my cock inside him, before slamming back into him. Frank moans out a string of obscenities. I continue thrusting, setting a brutal pace I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep up for long, especially with how close I am to coming.

“Fuck, Firecracker. I’m not going to last.” I want to make this good for him, to make tonight one he’ll remember, but I’m so close to going over the edge. Next time, I’ll savor him, giving him the time and attention he deserves. Tonight, it’s going to be hard and fast.

“Mine,” I growl, when I spot him reaching up to grab his cock. I snake an arm around and wrap my hand around his cock. It only takes a few jerks before he cries and comes over my fist. I pound into him three more times before my own orgasm overtakes me.

I nearly collapse on top of Frank, only managing to roll off him at the last second. He snuggles up to me immediately, throwing his leg over mine.

“Hmm... so good.”

It takes me a few more seconds to pull myself together before my body and mind catch up.

“That was incredible, Firecracker.” He certainly lives up to the nickname in all areas of life.

“Be right back.” I manage to peel myself off the bed and get to the bathroom to clean up.

Once I deal with the condom, I get a damp washcloth to bring back for Frank.

He’s practically asleep when I return, curled up into a tight ball in the middle of the bed. “You okay?” I ask, cautiously using the cloth to clean the lube and cum from his skin. He might be comfortable now, but in a few hours, all of that is going to itch like crazy.

“So good,” he mumbles. That’s the best I’m going to get out of him tonight.

I toss the towel toward the clothes hamper and crawl in next to him.

Even though he’s curled up, he somehow manages to take up both sides of the bed.

I push him over a little bit to give myself space.

He grumbles, then flips over and suctions himself to me. Guess he’s a snuggler.

“Can I sleep here?” His voice is barely above a whisper. It nearly breaks me that he even has to ask. Unless he demanded to go, there’s no way I’m letting him out of my sight tonight.

“Where else would you sleep?” I hit the switch to turn off the lamp, leaving the room encased in darkness.

“The guest room.” I can hear his signature sarcasm in his answer. I wrap my arms around him and pull him as close as possible.

“No more guest room for you. You’re going to stay right here.”