Coming Out

by Lila Rose

  Frustrated he was still hiding, I moved around until I was lying next to him. I kissed his chest and pried his arm away and then held his hand. He turned his head to look at me. I smiled. “Once you get to know me, you’ll find that I don’t lie…or else my penis grows which could be good, but…I’m kidding. Still, ask Melissa, I don’t lie and I hate anyone who lies to me. Matthew Alexander, your mouth on my cock, the way you sucked it, licked it and did all those wicked things to it was the best I have ever had. And for that reason alone, you can’t blame me…”

  He smirked. “For what?”

  “Kidnapping you. You’re all mine now,” I uttered, my tone serious and then I bit his shoulder.

  He chuckled. “That sounds okay to me.”

  I lifted my head. “Really?”

  “Well, yeah. I wouldn’t have…wanted to do any of this with you if I didn’t want you as my…” He blushed.

  “You can say it, come on,” I teased.

  He rolled his eyes. “Boyfriend.”

  “Good boy.” I giggled. There was something I needed to know, so I rested on my elbow and looked down at my man. “Did…did you like what I did?”

  He closed his eyes, his cheeks heating once again. “Yes. I’m sure you could tell.”

  “Have you ever played down there yourself?”

  He peeked out at me and shook his head.

  Smiling, I said, “If I had feathers right now, they would be puffed out like the proudest peacock in the world. I like that I’m the first to touch your arse, Mattie. I like it very much.” To state how much, I shifted my hip into his side so he’d feel my growing erection.

  He burst out laughing, wrapped his arm around my shoulders and dragged me on top of him. “You’re too cute, Julian.” He smiled and jutted his hips up, causing our cocks to rub together and I felt him grow instantly. “Can we…play again?”

  Shaking my head, I said, “No.”

  “No?” he mimicked.

  “No, this isn’t play time. This is serious business, Matthew Alexander, because I want you to fuck me.” He moaned, wrapped both arms around me and pulled my head down where his lips and tongue mingled nicely with mine. “I need your cock inside me, poppet.”

  “Fuck yes,” he growled. “Get on your knees,” he ordered. Panting, because hell, that man just turned it up a notch to hotter than Chris Hemsworth when he spoke all in charge like that. I repositioned myself to my hands and knees beside him. He stayed lying next to me, just looking up with a heated gaze, eyes roaming my naked body. Even though I was taller than him, he made me feel small; he made me feel desired and wanted.

  “Lube?” Mattie asked.

  For the first time that night, I blushed. The fine specimen of man shifted to his knees and wanted to join with me. Knowing it was his first time, I was nervous for him and myself. If he didn’t like it, I wouldn’t know what the hell to do. Even though what we’d already shared proved there was hope I’d blow his mind not only his load, I still worried.

  “Top drawer.” I couldn’t help but giggle when Mattie, with the speed of Flash, got from the bed, pulled the drawer open, and threw the tube of lube onto the bed.

  “Are you sure you want me to do this?” Mattie asked quietly as he climbed up behind me.

  “If you don’t, you’ll soon find me tackling you and having my wicked way anyway.”

  “What about a condom?” Mattie asked. Usually, I would be all over it and have one ready on the bed…but I didn’t want anything between the two of us. I’d never wanted that before in my life.

  Looking over my shoulder to him, I said on a shrug, “I’m clean.”

  He nodded, smiled and said, “So am I.”

  Then I blurted, “I’ve never gone unprotected before, never.” Staring at him, I hoped he understood what I meant. The way his eyes softened and warmed told me he did.

  Mattie chuckled nervously and then he sobered, his face serious. “Shit, I-I don’t know how to act. My mind is telling me to be dominant, take control, but my heart is telling me to be…nervous and scared and worried. I don’t want to stuff this up, Julian. I want you to want me to come back again and again.”

  Turning, I sat down on the bed and looked up at him on his knees before me, his hard cock pointing out, his firm body beaded with sweat. I placed my hands on his thighs and ran them over his body as I said, “Right now, I like how your mind is thinking. I’d love for you to take control. Tell me what to do and if I don’t, punish me.” He groaned. “Then again, I also understand everything else you’re feeling, but I can assure you everything takes practice and I’ll love everything you do, no matter how you do it. Christ on crack, I’ve already enjoyed myself immensely. So much so, I’m worried I’ll turn stalker on your cute arse.” I kissed his stomach as he laughed. Funny thing, I wasn’t sure I was joking about that part. Resting my chin on his stomach and getting poked in the neck by a certain impatient part of him, I looked up and met his gaze. “For now, go with your mind and body. They both know what they want, what you want.”

  He gave me a stiff nod. His jaw clenched and I wondered if he was trying to hold back from attacking me. I was about ready to tell him to go for it when he hissed, “Get to your fucking knees, Julian.”

  A shudder rushed through me and then I did as I was told, hiding my smile while doing it. Once situated in front of him, his hands went to my shoulders and he roughly pulled my arse back so it collided with his hips. There he rubbed his erection up and down and his hands ran down my back. One hand glided around to cup and play with my balls while the other slapped me on the arse. A cry of pleasure came from my mouth, my head snapped up.

  “You liked that, Julian?” Mattie demanded and slapped my arse again. I gripped the sheets under my hands and nodded. “I can’t hear you, Julian.” Another smack, this one harder. I was sure he felt my balls drawing up into my body. If he kept the assault up on me, I was going to come, without even penetration. “Julian,” he growled, gripped my hair and pulled my head back and to the side so he could see my face. What he saw had him smiling with satisfaction. He knew he was driving my body crazy. “Pass me the lube,” he ordered. “I need to fuck you before you come.”

  “Yes,” I moaned. My body was humming with anticipation. Quickly passing back the tube, I felt his hands leave my body, heard the tube being popped open and the squirt of lube coating his fingers. Looking over my shoulder, I watched his hand cover his dick and slick lube all over it. He knew I was watching and he put on a show for me, gliding his hand up and down, again and again. I loved how he handled himself. While I watched, his other hand caused me to jump slightly when I felt it on my arse. Then his fingers slid between my cheeks and ran the sticky substance over my puckered hole.

  “God, Mattie,” I uttered and pushed back on his fingers.

  “Keep still,” he hissed and the bed dipped as his knees edged closer to my arse. His fingers left the tight ring, and with one hand on my hip and the other hand guiding him in, the tip of his cock slowly breached my passage. “Fuckin’ hell, you’re tight.”

  “Hmmmm,” I moaned and moved my arse back so he slipped in a little more before he slapped my arse again.

  “Don’t move,” he growled.

  “Please, Mattie, please.”

  “Fuck, just a minute,” he hissed. I wasn’t sure if it was meant for me or himself. His hands clamped down on my hips harder. I felt the first drop of his sweat on my back. He was holding himself back so he didn’t hurt me. Oh, God. He was precious. “I can’t…I have to…” He needed to get passed the resistance inside of me and then we’d both feel great. Though, I was sure he was already feeling it, I just needed more of him in me. Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait long. One hand went to my shoulder and he leaned over my body more, his breath heavy at my neck where he kissed me as he pushed all the way in, both of us groaning from the sensation.

  He panted, “You good?”

  “God, more than good.”

  “I need to…Christ.” He moaned and s
tarted his onslaught of pumping in and out of me, his chest left my back, both hands to my hips as he thrust his cock faster into my arse. “You feel so good.”

  “Yes, Mattie, God, you feel…yes, right there. Oh, God.” I found myself slamming back onto his dick. He moaned and slapped my arse and that was all it took, my balls tucked up into my body and I came all over my bed. “I’m coming, yes, baby, yes, fuck me.”

  “Jesus,” Mattie yelled and I knew why, my arse had just clamped down around his cock as I came for the second time that night. “Fuck, so tight,” he screamed. His cock swelled inside of me and then his cum shot out, filling me. “Hell,” he panted, resting his sweaty chest on my back, his forehead hitting my shoulder as he slowed his thrusts, coming down from ejaculating so hard. “That was…hell, I want to do it again.”

  Bursts of laughter filled me and left my mouth. Exhausted, I said, “Baby, we can, but much later. Right now you have to get off me before I crash to the bed and we get injured.”

  He chuckled, lifting himself off me. When his slack cock pulled slowly from my arse, a shudder raked my body. As soon as he lifted, he was down again and taking me with him. He flopped to the bed, his arm wrapping around my waist dragging me down to his side.

  “I forgot you’re seventeen years older than me. Of course you need a rest, old man.”

  Gasping, I straddled his waist and slapped his chest a few times. “You big, mean jock. You’re lucky you were the best I’ve had yet or else I would be kicking your arse out.”

  “The best?” He smirked. Reaching up with his hand, he placed it at the back of my neck and pulled me down. Before we fell asleep, he kissed and teased me. “You were fucking amazing, Julian. Now get some rest so we can…get serious again.”

  Chapter Nine

  Mattie

  A week and a half passed and I could honestly say every moment was amazing. I saw Julian nearly every night and stayed at his house. My parents knew where I was because my mum just happened to ring the morning after our first night together. Julian, barely awake, leaned over to the floor where my phone had fallen from my jeans, and answered it with, “Chello?”

  “Mattie?”

  I was still half asleep, but when I heard Julian gasp and say, “Oh, shit.” I sat up quickly and he practically threw my phone at me saying over and over, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I thought it was my phone.”

  Wondering what was going on, I placed the phone to my ear. “Hello?”

  Then I heard a sniffle. “Was that the lovely man, Julian?”

  Fuck. “Um, Mum—”

  “Was it?” she cried.

  Sighing, I answered, “Yes.”

  “Tell him he’s to come to dinner on Wednesday. I need to know more about my son’s boyfriend.”

  In the background, I heard yelling. “Jesus, woman, if our son is at a booty call, then what the hell are you doing on the phone with him? Hang up, Nancy.”

  “Matthew Alexander. Wednesday, dinner, make sure your boyfriend comes.”

  “Nancy,” Dad yelled.

  “Matt?” Mum snapped.

  Groaning in pain instead of pleasure, like I wished I was, I said, “Yes, Mum. I’ll make sure to tell him.”

  “Great, bye-bye and don’t forget protection.” With that, she hung up. I flopped back on the bed closing my eyes and wished it were all just a nightmare.

  “Soooo, I, as in, your boyfriend, am invited to dinner Wednesday?”

  “That really wasn’t a nightmare?”

  “No, poppet.” He giggled and rested on my chest, his chin between my ribs digging in, but I liked it. I opened my eyes and looked down at my…boyfriend and smiled.

  “You don’t mind, do you?” I asked.

  “What? That your parents want to see me again or that your mum called me your boyfriend?”

  “Both. You still have time to back out and run like hell,” I offered.

  His smile was beautiful. “No way, baby. You’re stuck with me now.”

  “Good.” I smiled and rolled him to his back where I took advantage of him being under me.

  Julian agreed that we keep our relationship a secret, at least for the time being. I hated that I had the urge to hide it still, but I wanted to enjoy and learn about him more before everything blew up in my face. My parents accepted him. Mum loved him, especially when he was willing to help her in the kitchen when we had dinner on the Wednesday. When I arrived home from work, he was already in there talking like they’d known each other for years. Dad thought he was strange, but then said he’d fit into the family better being that way.

  In between canoodling during the week, we actually went out on dates…in public. Only, it was to places I knew I wouldn’t run into anyone I knew. We went to dinner and the movies and that was when I discovered Julian Jacob’s was the biggest flirt in town. No matter who it was, he would say whatever popped into his mind.

  It didn’t bother me that he said what he wanted. I liked his quirky ways, but what did bother me, what I hated, was when he got a lot of attention from it. Some attention made me possessive and jealous. Other attention made me feel on edge and nervous, wondering if he’d get into trouble when he’d say it to the wrong type of person. Thankfully, so far that hadn’t happened. They’d either flirt back, which annoyed me, or ignore him, some even laughed at his antics.

  Unfortunately, after the second night out and being witness to it—okay, it was mainly because another guy wanted Julian in his bed that night and I didn’t like that thought—when we got back to Julian’s apartment, we got into a fight. He screamed it was just who he was and he meant nothing by it. He defended that he knew when to stop before it came to fists in his face and he also knew when to stop with the flirting, which was harmless on his part apparently. He did it because he liked to get a reaction and that was all. He never wanted any of the men, even if they were gay. He never wanted them because he had me.

  I found that hard to believe so I stormed out. That was when I saw Melissa standing in the hallway. She had obviously been listening in. “Come have a chat with Aunt Melissa so she can tell you a story.” I wanted to tell her to get fucked, but I also wanted to understand Julian better. I needed to understand him because I was worried for him, for us. I’d come to care for him a great deal, even though we’d only known each other for nearly a month. Melissa knew Julian a lot more than I did, so I walked into her apartment and was glad I did. I learned Julian was the most loyal person she knew and he’d had a very hard, strict upbringing. Most of his life he was controlled by his parents and he was never allowed to be himself. Which was why Julian went above and beyond trying to prove to himself that they hadn’t restrained the “real Julian” at all. Then Melissa proceeded to ask me if I was willing to put up with it all and accept and embrace Julian as he was.

  Of course I did. I wanted to. The thought of not seeing him was the pits. Nodding to Melissa, I said, “Julian is…a ray of sunshine on a dreary day.” I blushed because that had sounded so corny, but it was true. “He is an amazing person and my life would be grey without him in it.”

  When I told her that, she smiled. Tears formed in her eyes and she said, “I’m glad you feel that way about him. He deserves so much in life.”

  Leaving Melissa’s, I planned to let Julian have some time to cool down, but I also didn’t want to leave the night as I had—walking out on him. I didn’t want him to think I didn’t care for him as he was. The flirting may take time to get over, but once I really thought about it, I noticed certain things. While he flirted, he sought out my eyes, or he’d run a hand over me, touching me in some way. If I wasn’t next to him, he’d wink at me and smile. Letting me know, in his own way, that he didn’t mean anything by it; he was only having fun.

  I meant more to him than a quick thrill.

  After one knock, his apartment door flew open. His eyes were red, tear stains still evident on his cheeks. “I’m sorry,” I said. I waited for the door to slam in my face. It didn’t. Instead, he reached out, pull
ed me through and slammed the door behind me, then he pushed me against the door, his body fitting as close to mine as he could get.

  He sniffed. It was cute. “No, poppet. I’m sorry, so sorry for what I put you through. I’ll try to change. I promise. I know I’m not good enough for you…” His breath caught, cracking my heart.

  “Don’t,” I growled and wrapped my arms around him. He placed his head on my chest, his body shaking. “Be who you are, Julian. I like you just as you are. It was my own stupid jealousy I was dealing with. I just worried you were losing interest in me.”

  “Never.” He sniffed again. “That can never happen. I’m your number one stalker now and I’m not letting you go.”

  That night was different. I stayed and we doted on each other in different ways. We were slow and sensual. It was beautiful. It was us.

  It was Thursday and the usual day Julian would be at football practice. He hadn’t made it the previous week because he had prior arrangements to see his aunt. When I met him later that night, he seemed upset about something, but he wouldn’t tell me. That shadow stayed with him for the rest of the week. Still, he wouldn’t confide in me, all he said was that it was family business. I didn’t push it, even though I wanted to. I just hoped he’d come to me in the end so I could help.

  As I showered the sweat from my body, I found myself nervous as excitement raced through me in expectation. Part of me wondered if my teammates noticed the difference in me. Though, I doubted it; they were wrapped up in their own world. However, I couldn’t help but think they could see the small smile on my face just thinking of being in the room with Julian while he rubbed down my body…if we got that far.

  Shit, I shouldn’t even be thinking of doing anything with him while we were in the changing rooms, but I couldn’t help it. I loved having his hands on me and mine on him. Thinking of it caused my cock to harden. Quickly shutting off the water, I roughly wiped myself down and wrapped the towel around my waist. Walking out to the locker room, I noticed only a few players were still hanging around. Seeing Lions walk from the room I knew my boyfriend was in, looking relaxed and happy, pissed me off. Seriously, I had to dampen down my jealousy and it was hard to refrain from walking over to him to knock that look off his face.