Colorado Connection (Colorado Heart Book 6) (3 page)

Chapter Four

Jazz wasn’t shocked when Matthew placed his hand in the center of his chest, holding him away. He understood why Matthew didn’t believe him. The approach he’d used before had been all wrong. He’d underestimated how it would make Matthew feel. Jazz should have told Matthew about his desires. It was time to make it right with this man.

“I’ve wanted you since we met over a year ago,” Jazz said.

Matthew lifted his brows and shook his head. Jazz’s heart squeezed but he took another step closer, not wanting to break physical contact.

Matthew narrowed his eyes. “If you’re playing a game, find someone else.”

“I’m not. I know I’m an asshole and part of that was because I couldn’t admit I wanted you.”

Matthew took another step away, and Jazz followed, trapping Matthew against the wall. He placed his hand beside Matthew’s head and leaned in, brushing his other hand over Matthew’s chest. Matthew shivered and their gazes connected.

“Are you using me?” Matthew asked.

He shook his head and placed his fingertips on Matthew’s chest, pressing in just a little. “No, I’m not. You have no reason to believe me, but I swear I’m not using you.”

“Why should I, you know, believe you?”

Jazz leaned in and brushed his nose over Matthew’s neck, moaning as he sniffed, taking in Matthew’s scent mixed with the engine grease that stained their clothes. “You smell good.”

Matthew laughed. “Now, that’s a lie.”

“No, it’s not. Under the dirt and grease, I smell you. You know, I tasted you the other day. Had my nose buried in your pubes, breathing you in as I sucked on your cock. God, you taste and smell great. I’ll never forget your scent.”

Matthew’s body trembled under Jazz’s hands and his eyes widened. Jazz resisted the urge to run his palms down the front of Matthew’s body to his cock. He wanted this to last and he wanted that kiss. His tongue curled in anticipation, and he took a step closer so their legs touched.

“I want you, Matthew Miller.”

Matthew took him by surprise, spinning both of them so Jazz’s back was against the wall. Matthew grabbed both of his wrists and pinned his hands over head, and Jazz allowed him to take control. This was what he wanted. He wanted Matthew to be in charge, to dominate him, to pull his pants low and slip in, holding him down while they came together.

Jazz pressed his hips forward, brushing against Matthew, hoping he could get the guy to drop his guard enough to really fuck him. Matthew backed away instead of moving closer.

“Wait, I—”

“Shut up,” Matthew growled as he tightened his grip on Jazz’s wrists. “Don’t say a word, you understand?” Matthew’s gaze drilled into him, and Jazz shivered. He nodded, and though he wanted to talk, to tell Matthew what he felt, he stayed silent. “I’m going to lower your arms, but you don’t get to move. Got it?”

Jazz nodded again. His heart was racing, and his legs felt like jelly as he waited for Matthew to tell him what to do next. Matthew lowered Jazz’s arms like he said he would then crossed his own arms over his chest and pinned Jazz with a stare. There was anger and something else mixed in his glare. Jazz shifted, and Matthew’s eyebrows shot up. He stilled and his dick grew harder. Matthew was intense and in control. If he thought Matthew was powerful as a sniper, the man was even more deadly with his calm and sexy demeanor.

“Lift up your shirt and take it off,” Matthew whispered.

Jazz moved quickly, tugging his shirt over his head and dropping it to the ground beside them. He shivered as Matthew’s gaze roved over him, pausing as he stared at Jazz’s abs. Matthew reached out with one finger and gently slid it over Jazz’s skin only millimeters above the waistband of his pants.

“When you’re lying in your bed at night, do you think about sucking my dick?” Matthew asked.

Jazz nodded and reached out, but Matthew jumped back and shook his head.

“You want this, you play by my rules.”

Jazz whimpered but nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Hmm, I think I like it when you call me sir.”

Matthew stepped closer again, and Jazz placed his palms flat on the wall, his fingers digging into the cool metal. He stayed still, praying Matthew wouldn’t walk away. His cock was aching, and his balls were pulled up tight. Coming in his shorts was a possibility, especially if Matthew kept torturing him this way.

“Tell me, Jazz, do you want to suck me again?”

“Yes, sir. Please.” He was going to pass out if Matthew kept this up.

“Take your dick out but leave your pants up. Someone comes in, you can’t be naked.”

Jazz’s fingers shook as he unsnapped his pants and lowered his zipper. He spread his legs a little to keep his pants from falling before he shoved his underwear below his balls.

Matthew dropped to his knees and placed both palms on Jazz’s hips, pushing him back against the wall, the siding cold on the upper, uncovered part of his ass cheeks. Matthew glanced up, his brown eyes wide as he snaked his tongue out and licked at the tip of Jazz’s cock. Jazz tried to buck his hips forward, but Matthew’s hands prevented him from moving.

The deep chuckle from Matthew was just as much torture as having the man touching him. He needed release but he wasn’t sure Matthew would give it to him. Jazz felt like a mouse in a maze, trapped with no way out. Matthew licked the tip of his cock again, and Jazz cried out before shifting his hand to muffle his voice.

Matthew stood and ran his nose over Jazz’s neck, up to his earlobe. “You going to scream when I fuck you?”

“Probably.” Jazz drew in a slow breath after removing his hand from his mouth. His head was spinning and his heart racing.

“Tell me, how many guys have fucked this sweet ass of yours?” Matthew purred in his ear.

Jazz swallowed and tilted his head just a little, but enough to skim his lips over Matthew’s shoulder. Matthew chuckled again, sending a shiver down Jazz’s spine. He hesitated when his mouth neared Matthew’s ear, wishing he were more experienced.

“One,” he whispered.

Matthew stilled and it felt like he was going to move away, so Jazz sucked the fleshy nub of Matthew’s earlobe into his mouth and bit him gently. The sound of Matthew gulping in a quick breath had Jazz smiling. He wanted Matthew so hot he couldn’t walk away.

“Tell me why I shouldn’t leave right now?” Matthew growled.

“The other day when you were working out, you were watching me. I liked your gaze on me. I liked the weight of your stare. I want more of that. I want your touch, your lips, and yeah, I want your cock.”

Matthew leaned in, pressing all of Jazz’s body against the wall. He heard the sound of Matthew unsnapping his pants and felt the brush of his hand. Excitement pinged through Jazz. Matthew shifted away for a second, and Jazz was about to reach out and grab him when Matthew spun him around, pressing one knee between Jazz’s legs. He stepped his legs apart, and braced his arms so his face wasn’t squished into the metal.

“I hope you have lube,” Matthew said.

Jazz nodded, glad he’d taken the time to grab his supplies. “I’ve got a condom and lube in my back pocket.”

“Good boy.”

Matthew reached into Jazz’s pocket and palmed the lower part of his ass still covered by his pants before pulling out the condom and lube. He heard one packet open then felt the cool slide of Matthew’s fingers between his ass cheeks. The first press of Matthew’s finger against his pucker made him squeeze his muscles. Matthew rested his forehead on the center of Jazz’s back and kissed the space between his shoulder blades before blowing out a warm breath and pressing again. He relaxed, and Matthew’s finger popped in.

The moan from Matthew slid over his senses, making him tingle, pulling his balls tight. He pushed back, needing more of that groaning from Matthew. Slowly, Jazz swayed his hips, fucking himself on Matthew’s finger while Matthew made the sexiest sounds. Then Matthew slid his finger out, and Jazz moved to turn, but Matthew held him in place.

“Let me get the condom on,” Matthew said.

“Sure.” Jazz fought the urge to turn and kiss Matthew. God, he still wanted that kiss. The way Matthew’s lips had brushed over his back and shoulders had made him ache.

Matthew shoved at Jazz’s pants, pushing them lower before placing a hand on Jazz’s now bare hip, holding him steady as he lined up and pressed his cock between Jazz’s butt cheeks.

“Push your ass back a little and bend over a bit. I need you more open.”

Matthew’s deep voice rumbled over his senses, making him even harder. He spread his legs, bending a little at the knees and placing his hands on the wall. The press of Matthew’s thick cock against his pucker heated him. He pushed back and gasped as Matthew’s cockhead slipped in.

“Oh fuck, Matt, that’s fucking good.” Jazz groaned.

Matthew chuckled and smoothed his hand over Jazz’s hip. “Hold on tight because I’m going to fuck the cum right out of you.”

“Please,” Jazz whimpered.

He sucked in a breath, forcing himself to relax as Matthew slid in slowly, pressing his hips hard, grinding deep. Pain hit him hard and he tried to jerk away, but Matthew held him still. After a long moment, Matthew ran one hand down Jazz’s spine, cupping his ass and squeezing before he rocked out and pressed back in. The pain eased and Jazz relaxed, blowing out a breath as Matthew pushed in. The rhythm was slow, and Jazz’s knees were shaking. He dug his fingers into the wall when Matthew slammed in hard followed by a quick withdraw then another fast pump in. He was panting, his whole body shaking. They still hadn’t kissed, and he wanted that fucking kiss. He was about to turn his head to look back when Matthew wrapped his arms around Jazz’s chest, pulling him up so they were pressed together. He gasped when Matthew nipped his neck, teeth scraping over his flesh.

“Fuck, Matthew,” Jazz whined.

“You like that?”

“Yeah, more. Fuck, fuck me.”

Matthew slowed and his hands roamed over Jazz’s chest then lower to his abs. Matthew’s lips slid along Jazz’s neck, making him shiver. Desire, lust, and pleasure had him twisted so tight he thought he would come. Then Matthew reached down with one hand, wrapping his fingers around Jazz’s cock. The other hand found its way to Jazz’s mouth, and he pressed in with one finger. Matthew was a talented fuck and proved it to Jazz by fucking his mouth, stroking his cock, and fucking his ass all with the same rhythm.

Crazy with need, Jazz whimpered and shook, his balls pulling up so tight he thought he would never see them again. Matthew continued his slow assault of Jazz’s senses. He closed his eyes and rested his head on Matthew’s shoulder, lost in his intense desire. This changed everything. A kiss, that’s all he’d really wanted, but now he was being taken to the heights of passion, treated to something so sweet and special it could only be making love.

He couldn’t speak around Matthew’s finger but he started grunting. Matthew must have known what he meant because he squeezed the base of Jazz’s dick and stopped stroking him.

“Not yet, I want more.”

Matthew removed his finger from Jazz’s mouth. He gulped in air, feeling like he was out of control. “Please, I need to come. Fuck, please.”

Matthew chuckled and slid his finger back into Jazz’s mouth as he pressed in hard against his ass. Sweat poured down his face and dampened his chest. He was mumbling and moaning, begging to come, but Matthew was taking his own sweet time, his control overwhelming. The thought of Matthew so in control, so measured with his response even though they were fucking, pushed Jazz over the edge and he bucked in Matthew’s arms as thick cum splatted on the wall and the floor.

Matthew stopped moving except for his lips toying with Jazz’s ear lobe. When Jazz was almost done with his orgasm, Matthew spoke.

“Mmm, feels so good to have your ass squeezing around my cock. So fucking good.”

He wasn’t prepared for Matthew to bang his hands against the metal and pull out quickly before slamming back in. The slow pace from before was gone. This was full on, balls to the wall, mind blowing fucking. He braced himself and stared down at his cock still dripping cum. He'd thought he was done with his orgasm, but more spunk squirted out, splatting against the wall as Matthew pounded into him. All thoughts fled, and his breathing grew erratic as he tried not to pass out. Matthew fucked him hard, wildly banging him with so much force he wondered if Matthew’s cock would come out his throat.

“Fuck,” Matthew cried out and stopped moving as he plastered his chest against Jazz’s back and held on. Jazz could feel Matthew shivering as they leaned against each other.

When he was done, Matthew pulled out, and Jazz expected him to walk away. Instead, Matthew tied off the condom and zipped up before helping Jazz with his shirt and pants. Matthew pressed him up against the wall where Jazz’s cum dripped to the floor, their gazes connecting. With one hand cupping the back of Jazz’s head, the other on his hip, Matthew skimmed his nose over Jazz’s neck, sending shoots of desire through his body. Matthew chuckled then stuck out his tongue, licking from Jazz’s collarbone to his ear.

“You’re fucking fantastic, Jazz. You want that kiss now?”

“Please,” Jazz begged, praying Matthew wasn’t teasing him.

Matthew leaned back, his gaze pinning Jazz, holding him still. His breathing grew shallow as his head fuzzed. Matthew narrowed the distance, and Jazz shut his eyes, exhaling as he waited for Matthew’s lips, but they didn’t come. They didn’t press against his, and he wondered if Matthew was playing with him.