True Art

Chapter Twenty-nine

***Mature content ahead***

REMINGTON'S POV

I’d let Matthew sleep for three hours, and I’d cleared some work and made us both a nice lunch. There wasn’t a sound from the bedroom as I peered in the doorway. His blond hair was splayed around his head like a golden halo as the afternoon sunlight streamed into the room.

I eased onto the bed beside him, leaning over to brush a strand from his eyelashes, and before I could stop myself, my lips were on his. I sunk into the warmth of him, wanting to slide into the bed beside him and never leave. Matthew stirred underneath me and blinked awake, a huge grin spreading across his gorgeous face.

“Mmm,” he hummed, and his body tensed as he stretched.

“I really love those dimples, and they are particularly sexy right now,” I whispered. Matthew continued stretching, reaching his arms up and then suddenly wrapping them around my neck and dragging me down onto him.

The feel of his body beneath me was incredible.

“Be careful of your leg,” I warned, but he shuffled sideways a little to make room for me.

“Get in for a minute.”

“I can’t. I made lunch, and I don’t want it to go cold.”

He smiled and licked a long stripe across my jaw, sending me into overdrive.

“I’m hungry, Remi, but not for lunch.”

There was nothing that mattered right then, just Matthew and me, wrapped in the softness of the sunlight as it warmed our limbs.

“What do you want to eat then?” I asked, trying to hide the nerves in my voice. This man was driving me crazy, and I wasn’t sure how to function anymore.

The sly smirk on his mouth made my erection strain, nudging itself against his thigh. “That. I want to eat that.”

“Christ,” I mumbled, but it was too late to think of anything else.

I stalled, unsure whether I should let this happen. But Matthew wasn’t letting it go. He lifted my hand and proceeded to suck my index finger right into his mouth, swirling his finger around in circles until I was fumbling at my belt with my free hand.

He grinned, and let my finger go with a wet pop. “Lie on your back and get those trousers off.”

I let out a laugh, a loud, involuntary one, and felt myself blush. I was nearly fifty. Why on earth was I blushing? But there was something so surreal and sexy about this young man ordering me about. It made my skin sizzle and my balls tingle.

I lay flat, undoing my trousers completely and pulling them down a couple of inches. Matthew rolled onto his stomach and wiggled closer, until his face was hovering over my crotch.

“I like this bed. It’s comfier than the fold-out bed downstairs,” he murmured.

“If I’d known this was how you’d show your appreciation, I’d have moved you upstairs the very first night.” I was about to continue, but my breath caught as Matthew brushed his face against the soft material of my briefs. His mouth followed the outline of my cock, teasing me and tormenting me in the most glorious way.

I groaned under him as he pulled back and peeled my briefs down, before brushing his hot lips against my erection again, only this time I thought I might come.

“Shit,” I muttered through gritted teeth, and Matthew looked up at me with curious eyes. I stared back and then jerked as he slid his tongue painfully slowly from the base all the way to the tip. “You don’t even care that I’m not going to last, do you?” I closed my eyes, trying to focus on something other than the hot, wet tongue that was sending immense pleasure through my groin.

“Nuh-uh,” Matthew mumbled, and the vibration of his voice made me shiver.

I looked down at him, his blond hair all tumbled across his forehead, those green eyes barely visible, and his plump red lips wrapped around me. It was a glorious sight, and then I felt his tongue gliding over the slit and I lost it.

“Fuck, Matthew. That’s...”

Wet heat circled my cock as he took me into his mouth, swallowing me to the back of his throat and then sliding slowly back up. He repeated it a few times, and then he released me, back to trailing kisses along my shaft and adding his soft hand into the mix. His fingers grazed my testicles, swirling circles and tugging gently, and before I could stop myself, I was climbing higher and dangerously close to diving over.

“It’s too good. I can’t wait any longer... Matthew... Oh god, sweetheart.” My voice trailed off as my orgasm tore through me, cum spilling into Matthew’s mouth as he wrapped his lips tighter around me, swallowing every last drop down.

I felt lightheaded, as though suspended in some alternate reality where I’d just received the best goddamn blowjob from a sexy man half my age. I blinked as I felt Matthew shift his body back up until he was lying alongside me, his hand resting gently on my chest.

“That was unbelievable,” I said, turning to face him and feeling things for him that terrified me.

“You called me sweetheart,” he said, as he rested his head on my chest.

“Did I? I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did that.” I was blushing again, my cheeks burning at what I’d said in the heat of the moment.

“You don’t need to apologize. I kinda liked it.”

“Oh. Well, that’s alright then.” I squeezed him tightly against me and let myself soak in the scent of his hair and the softness of his skin. “Are you going to let me repay the favour?”

He nodded. “Later. But right now, I want lunch. I’m starving.”