if I could identify the book without looking at it. Would it be Davidson’s
Then Matthew dragged his nails up my back, hitting the spot just under my shoulder blades that sent all thought skittering from my mind, and made me bite down on the bar.
He thrashed beneath me, and our bodies slid sideways so my hip was pressing against his cock, and his thigh was against mine. I began to hope he’d come just from what my mouth was doing.
Matthew grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth off his nipple. I started to complain, but he was so flushed and lovely and hungry beneath me that the words died away. “Latex?”
he said. “Have you got some condoms?”
“Ah, yeah,” I said. “Two in my jacket.”
Matthew nodded. “Good. I donated all mine to a good cause tonight, and I don’t have unsafe sex.”
I scrambled across the room for my jacket, feeling for the inside pocket, and Matthew tossed the book that had been in the way onto the floor. It was Kelley’s Essentials, which had not been on my list of guesses.
Matthew unzipped his jeans and pushed them down. When he pulled his cock out of his boxers I found myself frozen in place, hand in my jacket. He had a large metallic blue bead on the head of his cock, in the centre of the glans, and as he stroked himself I could see that there was a matching bead on the underside and a bar connecting them through the head of his cock.
“Fuck,” I said, crawling back across the floor littered with clothes and books to the mattress on the floor.
“Like it?” Matthew asked, and I nodded mutely. “You think it looks good, you just wait until you feel it inside you.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Naked, Matthew was melt-in-your-mouth delicious, and I crawled over his body and lowered myself down onto him.
Skin to skin, cocks sliding together, we kissed again, and God, we were on fire. “Suck me?” Matthew murmured against my ear as I latched onto the skin of his neck.
“Yeah,” I said, and slid off him and watched as he rolled a condom carefully over the beads and down his cock. He was a good size, long and lean, and I leaned forward and took his cock into my mouth.
I must admit I’m not used to using a condom for oral sex, but, hey, Matthew could have asked me to do pretty much anything right then and I would have agreed. Falsify his assessment? Sure. Let him submit a dodgy essay? Oh, yeah.
Skip rounds? Okay, as long as I could, too, and we could go fuck in the storeroom.
The beads were uncomfortable, bumping my palate at just the wrong place, so I changed angles, clambered around a little, and Matthew’s hands spread my thighs and settled on my cock and ass.
His fingers slipped a little in my sweat, and I got the angles right, and he groaned loudly. Fuck it all, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt like this, not this stretched-out-gonna-last-for-hours kind of turned on. Matthew’s thumb was pressing behind my balls, rubbing in circles, and his other hand was pumping my cock slowly. I sucked hard, and slid my hand between his thighs, pushing my fingers up against his perineum.
“Fuck, yes!” he cried out, and his legs thrashed on the bed and he was yelling and clutching at me and coming.
The sheets were rumpled and gritty beneath my back when Matthew pushed me down onto them, but his fingers were smooth and gentle as he rolled the condom onto my cock.
He ripped open a pack of sterile gloves, and the bit of mind that was still working noticed that he wore a size eight. Big hands, long fingers; then his mouth was on me, and his fingers pushed gently inside me, and I felt like I was one orgasm away from losing my mind. There was lube beside the bed, hospital issue lube, but I hadn’t noticed him putting some on his hand. He must have, because his fingers were sliding in and out steadily, and all I could do was ache and moan and wish it were his cock.
But I couldn’t have had his cock and his mouth at the same time, despite what porn videos might maintain, so I clung onto the sheets and made myself relax enough that I wasn’t ramming my cock down Matthew’s throat repeatedly.
I was glad the music was loud downstairs, because I couldn’t have stopped myself from yelling when I came, not with what Matthew was doing to me.
“Fuck,” I groaned, and he crawled up the bed when I held my arm out for him. He pulled the condom off and dumped it and the glove onto the mess beside the bed. The air was thick with the smell of sex and come, and I buried my nose into his hair and took a deep breath in, inhaling his shampoo and skin smell, before lolling my head back onto the pillow.
“Whoever you gave your condoms to, I hope they have sex as good as we did,” I said, and Matthew propped himself up on his elbow and grinned.
“Nevins and Lin. And I doubt it. I suspect Nevins at least is a virgin. He’s certainly stupid enough to have unprotected sex.”
My hand slid down Matthew’s body to touch his cock.
“What’s the piercing called?” I asked. “I’ve seen a Prince Albert on a patient, and it didn’t look like this.”
“It’s an apadravya; it’s mentioned in the Kama Sutra, that’s how old the piercing is,” Matthew said. “And yes, it hurt like fuck getting it done, and I wouldn’t part with it now.”
Now Matthew’s cock was soft, the bar slid backward and forward through the flesh smoothly, but I heard the catch in his breath. “Is that good?” I asked.
“Yeah, feels good to have it touched.”
Matthew gave a hiss of pleasure when I twisted the bar gently, and I could feel him hardening in my hand. “Do you want me to stop? Do you want to take this to my place, with some food?” I asked.
“No food here, no beer, no condoms. We need to move to your place.”
Chapter Nine
When I had takeaway, it was a chip butty from the local chippie, but the stuff that Andrew carried back to the car smelled amazing.
He handed the bags over to me and started the car.
“Galangal chicken,” he said. “With fresh pineapple. Squid in black pepper sauce. Lemon and coconut sauce in that container. Prawn wontons. Cardamom rice.”
“What sort of food is this?” I asked, opening the container and taking a piece of chicken out.
“It claims to be Thai, but in fact it’s whatever the chef wants to cook.”
The chicken was amazingly good, sweet and tangy and delicious, and I took another piece. “Fucking brilliant,” I said, fishing out a piece of pineapple and eating it.
Andrew looked sideways at me and chuckled. “One day, you, too, will be earning enough money to eat this stuff.”
“Oh, God,” I said, finding some more chicken. “I can’t wait.
Just a resident’s pay looks pretty bloody good right now. I’m tired of living on a student loan.”
“Go ahead and eat it all,” Andrew said, smiling at me while we were stopped at a traffic light.
“I will.” I fed him a piece of pineapple and put my feet up on the dash of the car. “How come you drive such a crappy car? I thought all doctors had flash cars, that it was some kind of prerequisite for the job.”
“A couple of reasons. On a purely financial basis, a car is a depreciating asset, unlike property, for instance. It’s bad income management to spend a stack of money on a car, according to my accountant. ‘Drive the cheapest car your ego will let you,’ she told me. And I take a perverse pleasure in refusing to play along with other people’s expectations of how I should behave.”
“I like it,” I said. “Partly because I can put my feet on the dash without worrying. Partly because I just spilt galangal sauce over the seat, and you might be pissed at me if you had a decent car.”
Andrew chuckled. “I’m going to make you lick that up,” he said.
He didn’t, and I’d eaten all of the chicken by the time he opened the security gates at a fancy set of terraces
