Pounding Skin

by L. A. Witt

  By the time Jon had dried off and finished shaving, Matt was back in bed and well on his way to falling asleep again.

  He was awake enough to mutter, between yawns, “Got a few appointments today. Probably be getting done around the time you’re off work.”

  “I’ll come by then.” Jon pressed a kiss to Matt’s temple. “Lock up on your way out?”

  “Will do,” Matt said through another yawn. A moment later, he was snoring again.

  Oh, it was so tempting to crawl under the sheets and join him. He could’ve stayed in bed all day with that sexy, tattooed man. Given half a chance, he would’ve, but that bird wasn’t going to fly itself. And besides, Jon’s CO wouldn’t be happy, and Jon was still kind of in the doghouse after the tattoo fiasco. Not in the doghouse enough to hurt his career, but enough to get the occasional side-eye from the captain. Probably best not to push his luck.

  So he kissed Matt’s temple and left him to sleep away the morning. And despite it being so early and so hard to get out the door, he had to admit—there were definitely worse ways to start the day than lazily getting off with Matt.

  Jon grinned as he got in his car. He could still feel everything they’d done last night and this morning. Aches. Twinges. The bone-deep satisfaction of an intense orgasm.

  Yeah. Definitely worse ways to start the day.

  Chapter 22

  The night of the base Christmas party, Matt scrutinized himself in the mirror of Jon’s master bathroom. He hadn’t put on a suit in a while, but it still fit, so that was good. He wore a deep purple shirt under the black jacket, and he’d polished up a pair of black dress shoes to go with them.

  The tattoos on his neck and hands were going to show no matter what, and he didn’t mind that, but he did take out his eyebrow rings and the stud in his ear. With his hair actually arranged and gelled into place, he could almost pull off respectable.

  While Matt was fussing with his cufflinks, Jon stepped into the bathroom, and Matt’s fingers froze. It wasn’t like he’d never seen a dress uniform before. He lived near several Navy bases. He’d watched movies. They were not alien to him.

  What he’d never seen, though, was that uniform on Jon. And holy fuck it was smoking hot. The near-black suit fit him like a dream, and the military insignia—his ribbons and medals on the left breast, the gold stripes on his sleeves, the gold buttons—just pulled the whole thing together into one sexy picture.

  God help me when you put on your cover.

  That thought made him drop his cufflink on the counter. It rattled and rolled away, and he didn’t bother retrieving it. Instead, he turned toward Jon. “Jesus. You should have to wear a warning label with that thing.”

  “What thing?” Jon looked down at himself.

  “The whole ensemble.” Matt hooked a finger under Jon’s tie and tugged him closer. “If I’d known you’d look this hot in your uniform, I’d have made you put it on sooner.”

  “You’re one to talk.” Jon kneaded Matt’s ass. “Anyone ever tell you that you clean up good?”

  Matt laughed, lifting his chin for a kiss. “I don’t know. My mom tells me I’ll regret having tattoos I can’t hide in a suit.”

  “Regret them?” Jon took his hand and lifted it so he could see the ink that Matt’s sleeve didn’t cover. “Regret, hell. They make you look even sexier.”

  Matt’s whole body trembled at the unabashed complement. “Says the man who got all turned on when I was dressed as a priest with visible tattoos.”

  “Fuck, don’t remind me.” Jon let go of Matt’s hand and wrapped his arms around him. “I’m a sucker for a bad boy in a suit or dressed as Father Blasphemy.”

  “Father Blasphemy?” Matt threw his head back and laughed, and Jon seized the opportunity to lean in and kiss his neck. Matt’s laughter instantly dropped to a soft moan. “Oh God . . .”

  “See what I mean?” Jon sucked Matt’s earlobe into his mouth. “You’re fucking hot.”

  Matt just moaned again, kneading Jon’s waist through his jacket. Damn, that was too much clothing between them.

  Jon had the right idea, though—one of his arms snaked around under Matt’s jacket, heat radiating through clothes as he pulled Matt against him. Matt took the hint and slid his hands under Jon’s coat too.

  Jon shivered and backed Matt up to the counter. His dick was rock hard already, grinding against Matt, and Matt’s own erection wasn’t far behind.

  Matt couldn’t help himself, and kissed his way down to Jon’s jaw, then onto his neck. “Is this gonna be a repeat of Halloween?” he asked against Jon’s throat. “Fuck each other senseless before we go to the party?”

  “Definitely on the first part. Can’t promise we’ll actually make it to the party.”

  Matt cupped Jon’s ass. “We don’t get to the party, we’re not going to get to take advantage of that open bar.”

  “Aw, damn.”

  Matt kissed above Jon’s collar. “On the other hand, if we do take advantage of that open bar, you think either of us will be able to get it up at the end of the night?”

  “Hmm, I hadn’t thought of that.” Jon squeezed the front of Matt’s pants, grinning at the groan the vibrated across his own throat. “It’s definitely not a problem now, is it?”

  “Nuh-uh. Definitely not.” Matt fucked against Jon’s palm. “Just . . . not really . . . motivating me to get out the door.”

  “Any chance I could motivate you to get out of that suit?”

  “Say the word,” Matt breathed. “Especially if you’re getting out of that uniform too.” He paused. “On second thought, I like the way it looks on you. Long as you don’t mind it getting a bit sweaty.”

  Jon squirmed, fingers twitching on Matt’s cock, so Matt doubled down and unzipped Jon’s pants. He was about to go to his knees, but Jon grabbed his arm.

  “No.” He shook his head. “Bedroom. Soon as we get started, I’m gonna want to fuck you, and the condoms are in there.”

  Matt’s mouth watered and his knees trembled. “Love the way you think.”

  They moved into the bedroom, and despite the fantasies about fucking in their respective outfits, they both had the presence of mind to strip before they attacked each other again. As sexy as it would be to rip off shirts and trousers, Matt didn’t have the budget to fix or replace his suit, and he had a feeling Jon’s uniform cost even more.

  The clothes were just the catalyst. They’d done their part, and now they were out of the way. Now Matt was naked, and so was Jon, and he was tugging—more like dragging—Matt onto the bed with him. Not that Matt needed to be dragged.

  They tumbled onto the mattress, kissing and groping. Jon was on top. Then Matt was. Then Jon was again. They were breathless, feverish, exploring every inch of each other’s bodies with lips and fingers as if they’d never touched before tonight. Matt loved the warm softness of Jon’s lips on his skin, even when he wasn’t teasing his cock or a nipple or some other erogenous zone. Everywhere Jon kissed reacted like it had been erogenous all along, sending electricity up and down his spine and right to his balls.

  “Get back up here,” Matt murmured. “Kiss me.”

  Jon did, but he didn’t stop there. He pinned him down and ground against him, kissing him hard, and Matt suddenly understood why his aggression was always such a turn-on—because he had the size and strength to back it up. They were almost the same height, close to the same build, and while there was no fear that Jon would try to overpower him, Matt was insanely aroused by the fact that he could. By the fact that he was in bed with a man who had that kind of brute strength.

  It didn’t feel dangerous or threatening. Not even close. Matt was absolutely soaring with arousal; it was intoxicating, knowing Jon had all this strength and power and size, and it was all focused on sending Matt careening toward an orgasm he couldn’t even imagine yet.

  So much for getting straight to fucking. Not that Matt was complaining. They’d had two quickies right before the Halloween party, but this didn�
��t feel like there was going to be anything quick about it. Or that a party was coming after it. With every kiss and stroke, Matt was pretty sure Jon was right—if they didn’t stop fooling around, they weren’t going to make it to the party.

  “Thought . . .” Matt licked his lips. “Thought you wanted to fuck.”

  “We’ll get there.” Jon nibbled the side of Matt’s neck. “Why? Getting impatient?”

  Matt pressed his hips against Jon’s erection. “You better believe it. I need . . .” He gave Jon’s cock another rub for emphasis.

  Jon shuddered. “Fuck. Well when you put it like that.” He claimed Matt’s mouth before lifting himself up and growling, “Stay just like that. I want to watch you while I fuck you.”

  As if Matt could’ve moved. The thought of taking Jon’s dick had him so turned on, he didn’t trust his legs to stay under him. On his back and at Jon’s mercy? Fuck yeah.

  Jon’s hands were shaky as he rolled on the condom and covered it in lube, and that shakiness turned Matt on even more than the anticipation of being fucked. He loved it when Jon was too aroused to be steady. God knew he wasn’t any better off right now.

  As Jon positioned himself between Matt’s thighs, Matt spread his legs wider. They both held their breath as Jon slid a couple of slippery fingers inside him.

  He grinned down at Matt. “You know how hard it is not to just slam it in and fuck you?”

  Matt squirmed, rocking his hips and fucking himself on Jon’s fingers. “I can take it.”

  Jon’s eyebrows jumped. “You sure?” He slid in a third finger, drawing a low groan out of Matt. “You’re so tight.”

  “I can . . . I . . .” Matt’s spine lifted off the bed. “Dammit, Jon—fuck me.”

  The fingers inside him stopped. Then they slid free. Matt suppressed a whimper of anticipation—no nerves whatsoever, just pure desire—as Jon hooked an elbow under his knee and rocked him back a little. Then he guided his cock in.

  The first stroke was slow. Jon met some resistance, and he patiently waited for Matt to relax. As Jon’s cock pushed past the tight ring, Matt gasped.

  “You okay?” Jon asked. He was shaky and flushed, probably barely keeping himself together, but he was still careful at this stage.

  Matt nodded. “I’m good. D-don’t stop.”

  Jon pulled out, then eased in again. It didn’t take long for Matt to yield to him, and in no time, Jon was easily taking long, smooth strokes inside him. The hint of pain subsided, leaving only a burn that was as addictive as it was intense.

  Matt pulled Jon down and kissed him, and they rocked together, Jon’s dick sliding in and out at the most delicious angle. They’d been hungry and frantic to get each other into bed, but now that they were here, now that Jon was moving inside him, they slowed down. They kissed. Their hips rocked. The bed occasionally gave the softest creak as it accommodated their shifting weight.

  Definitely not a quickie, then. No, this was not the quickest route to a couple of orgasms so they’d take the edge off before going out. The party would be relevant again once they were done with this, and Matt was in no hurry for that to happen. Not with the long, luxurious strokes Jon was taking, easing his slick cock in and out until Matt felt so good he thought he might cry. He had no idea if he’d even come any time soon, and he didn’t care.

  Jon pushed himself up on his arms and gazed down at Matt as he rocked his hips a little faster. “Feel good?”

  Matt just moaned, sliding his hands up Jon’s chest and shuddering as that hard cock grazed his prostate again.

  Jon grinned and dusted another kiss across Matt’s lips. “You’re so sexy like that. I could do this all night.”

  “Please . . . please do.” Matt’s back arched, and he bit his lip. “God, you feel perfect.”

  Jon gave a quiet groan. They both released ragged breaths as he took ages to pull out, and then he thrust deep inside Matt, and Matt cried out as his toes curled and his eyes watered.

  “Like that?” Jon asked.

  “More. Yeah. Yeah.” Matt sucked in a gulp of air. “More. Yeah—oh fuck!”

  Jon did it again. And again. And again. Slow and steady quickly became a distant memory. Jon was pounding his ass now, sending surges of electricity through Matt’s entire body every time his cock slammed home.

  “Oh Jesus . . .” Jon screwed his eyes shut. “Fuck . . .”

  “You close?” Matt whispered, rocking his hips to complement him.

  “Yeah. Yeah, I’m . . .” Jon shuddered, letting his head fall forward. His hips jerked, and his rhythm wasn’t so steady now. Just fast and frantic. Deep and hard. Wild and needy. He forced himself into Matt so hard, the squeal of the bedframe drowned out Matt’s throaty cry of pure pleasure. Jon didn’t make a sound. He shuddered. His hips jerked a few more times. His whole body trembled with the force of every shockwave of his orgasm, but he was almost completely silent until, with a sigh, he collapsed on top of Matt. “Oh my God.”

  “Uh-huh.” Matt licked his lips. He hadn’t come, but he swore he felt like he had. Like Jon’s release had reverberated through him until his body was convinced the orgasm had been his.

  Jon pulled out and glanced down. When he met Matt’s gaze, he had a wicked grin on his lips. “Someone hasn’t come yet.” He didn’t wait for a response—he moved downward, and then his mouth was around Matt’s cock. Before Matt could even moan with pleasure and surprise, two fingers slid inside his well-prepped ass, and . . . oh God, he was in heaven. The combination of being fucked and blown was almost too much, especially when Jon was so good at both.

  “God, that’s good,” he murmured. “Oh yeah. Yeah, that’s so good.” The words sounded stupid if only because they didn’t touch how amazing he felt. Good? Not even close. This was a kind of all-encompassing full-body pleasure that erased the entire world beyond the edges of the mattress. The kind of intense barrage of sensations that made his body try to simultaneously pull away and push in for more, and when those urges canceled each other out, he was left to just lie there in a heap of pure ecstasy while Jon sucked him and fingered him and hit every perfect spot, inside and out.

  His ab muscles contracted, pulling him up, and he stared down at the gorgeous man who was blowing him for all he was worth. Matt raked both hands through Jon’s short hair. His muscles trembled and ached. His whole body was rigid with the tension of almost there, almost there, right there . . .

  “Oh God, I’m gonna come.” The words tumbled out so fast, they were almost a single syllable, and then Jon’s fingers moved just right, and Matt made a strangled sound as his orgasm released all the tension in his body in a single jolt. He gripped Jon’s hair tighter, distantly aware he was forcing himself into his mouth, but Jon’s moans were made of pleasure, not distress.

  Everything went dark for a few seconds. When his vision cleared, he’d sunk back to the bed. Jon had stopped, and was just sliding his fingers free. He grinned at Matt, then stepped away to take care of the condom he was still wearing.

  Matt closed his eyes and pushed out a breath. Before Jon, he’d never had sex like this. It wasn’t just different because Jon was a man. Sure, there were different parts to play with, and Jon had a different physique, and Matt could be rougher without being afraid he’d hurt his partner.

  But this had nothing to do with Jon being a man. He was just so tuned into Matt. He not only knew how to turn him inside out, it was like that was the only thing he wanted to do. When they were in bed together, Matt never thought about bills or stress or if he’d left something on at the shop. It was Jon and sex and nothing else. He wasn’t distracted. He wasn’t self-conscious.

  Sex with Jon was . . . easy. Everything came naturally. They fit together. Everything they did complemented the other. Even the banter before and after came so easy—they might have started out with awkward, stilted conversations, but it was smooth and natural now.

  Matt released a long, satisfied sigh. Whatever angst he’d had in the beginning about his sexuality, gett
ing over that had been well worth it if it meant getting laid like this on the regular.

  The mattress dipped, and he opened his eyes as Jon joined him on the bed.

  “You look ridiculously hot like that,” Jon said, crawling toward him.

  “Naked and sweaty?”

  “And utterly debauched.” Jon pushed his salty tongue between Matt’s lips, and a few stray aftershocks rippled through Matt just for good measure. After a moment, Jon broke the kiss and added, “You ever wear a suit like that out in public, I can’t be held responsible for what happens next.”

  Matt grinned, goose bumps springing up all the way down to his curling toes. “That sounds like an invitation.”

  Jon returned the grin and gave him another kiss. Then he eased himself down beside Matt, groaning as he settled onto his back. Matt slid closer to him, and like always, they just fit together. Matt’s head on Jon’s chest. Jon’s arm around his shoulders. Sometimes the roles were reversed. Either way, they fit. Always.

  Shame they couldn’t stay that way. Matt suppressed a frustrated groan at the thought.

  I don’t want to go to a party. He closed his eyes as he draped his arm over Jon. I don’t want to go anywhere. I just want to stay here. With you.

  It was impossible to want to move. He was so sated and comfortable, his body tingling and his skin warm against Jon’s. What wasn’t to love?

  But Jon had bought tickets, and he’d gone through the effort to get his uniform together. Judging by the grumbling last night while he’d ironed it and arranged the insignia on the jacket, that was no small feat. And besides, Nate and the rest of the squadron would be there. Jon probably looked forward to spending a relaxed evening with all of them. Especially when that relaxed evening involved an open bar.

  The Christmas party happened once a year. Their feverish romps happened almost every night. He could suck it up, get dressed, and socialize.