Chapter Fourteen

***warning! mature content ahead!***

REMINGTON'S POV

We’d spent the morning at the fête, lazing around for lunch and getting sleepy in the afternoon sun. Chatting to Matthew was like getting to know someone you’d always admired; a free spirit that lived from their soul and heart, not with their head. He was so happy, despite his life circumstances.

Positivity radiated from every pore and I couldn’t help but feel happy in his presence. It felt so natural to have him by my side that it was only after I’d gotten an odd look from the village busybody that I remembered Matthew was half my age.

Mrs. Molloy was a right old bat. Always gossiping and judging. ‘Holier than thou’ was her trademark attitude.

I had brought Matthew to the bakery for a treat, and as we stood staring at the array of delicious pastries, the door had chimed and in walked ‘the face’.

That’s what everybody referred to her as. I didn’t approve of calling people names, but I’d made an exception for Mrs. Molloy. To be honest, I could think of a lot worse to call her.

She’d earned the name by the expression she’d throw you if you were doing something she didn’t approve. That’s when she’d give you ‘the face’. I grinned and looked away when I saw her walk in and stop in her tracks, knowing she was going to be outraged by my young friend.

Her own son was gay, so I knew that wasn’t the issue. But I guessed it was the dashing young man half my age that she was taking exception to.

“Mr. Clarke. You’re back in town, I see. And you’ve brought a friend. I don’t recognize that boy.”

The way she emphasized the word ‘boy’ made me grit my teeth. I licked my lips and adjusted my posture before beaming at her with the biggest smile I could muster up. “I am indeed, Mrs. Molloy. And this young man is a friend and business associate, a wonderful artist.”

She huffed and grabbed a loaf of brown soda bread from a basket. “Is he now? And do you bring all your associates to stay with you for the weekend?”

I knew she’d probably heard about Matthew staying with me because she heard everything. She ran the local post office and it was a glorified gossip shop. I swallowed back the desire to tell her to just fuck off and instead ordered two cream-filled donuts which Matthew had chosen.

“That looks very rich, I don’t know how you could eat that,” she commented behind me.

As I took the packaged treats and turned to leave, something came over me. A strange sort of playful energy that I hadn’t felt in years.

I paused, watching as Matthew exited the bakery ahead of me and then I turned to Mrs Molloy and her little scowling face and leaned in close.

“Oh, I have no problem eating things filled with cream. I could eat them all day long. I like nothing more than mouthfuls of creamy goodness.”

Her gasp was audible, and I chuckled as I left the store. I wasn’t going to let people’s opinions of me and Matthew change my mind. So what if I was twice his age? Age was just a number. And love didn’t go by numbers.

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“Are you sure this is okay? We can go out for food if you prefer. There’s a lovely restaurant down by the pier.” I stared at Matthew as he sat cross-legged on my sofa, balancing a tray on his knees.

“Nope, this is perfect. I’m tired and it’s nice to stay in.”

“You’re too young to be tired,” I teased, and he grinned up at me, his dimples making my nerve endings ignite. “You’re so gorgeous, Matthew. Really striking. I look at you and think you should be in a painting, preserved for all to see.”

I don’t know why I’d said it, but I didn’t even care. He was so different and otherworldly. I wondered if he knew that.

“Thanks. You’re being silly. I’m fairly average in the looks department.”

I guffawed at his remark and he giggled.

“Sorry, it’s just… you are so beyond average it’s not even funny. There is nothing average about you, trust me. I really like you.”

Matthew’s smooth cheeks pinked, and he glanced at me sheepishly. “I really like you too.”

We sat beside each other and I lifted the tray from his lap and placed it on the ground. I turned back to find him kneeling on the sofa and I’d barely straightened up in the seat before he threw a leg over and straddled me.

“You’re very handsome, Remi. I like your sexy hair and the way your eyes look like dark chocolate at night but like warm honey during the day. And I like these lips...” He leaned forward and licked my bottom lip as he threaded his fingers through the sides of my hair.

I’d been in many relationships and was well experienced, but it dawned on me that this was the first time I’d had someone straddle me like that on a sofa. There was something so seductive about Matthew and my insides buzzed with electricity and anticipation.

“Mmm, your lips aren’t too bad either,” I whispered and slid my tongue into his mouth. He groaned and I felt his entire body melt against mine. Matthew’s hands left my hair and slid between us as he reached for my belt. I tried to steady my breathing as I watched him undo my buckle and then open my jeans until he could reach into my briefs and slide my erection out. I was so hard I ached, and he bit his lower lip and winked at me.

Christ, he was going to be the death of me.

I watched in awe as Matthew climbed off me and knelt on the floor between my legs. The feel of his hand wrapping around my cock took my breath away and I let my head fall back as he slowly stroked me.

I groaned as he slid his hands along my thighs and nuzzled his face into my crotch. He brushed his mouth over my strained cock, and I shivered under him, transfixed by this gorgeous man on his knees.

Matthew looked up at me, his eyes burning with hunger. Ever since I’d met him, there had been a simmering sexual tension, one I’d tried to ignore. But there was no ignoring how much I wanted his mouth on my cock, how much I craved to trace my hands over his smooth skin and to explore every inch of the masterpiece that he was.

“Matthew, wait a second.”

He paused and looked at me, confused, but relaxed as soon as I pulled my top off before lifting his t-shirt over his head. He was smooth and glorious, delicious sinew and muscle on display.

“You’re incredible. God, I want you,” I said, stroking his cheek as he nestled back on his knees and hovered over my cock.

“You can have me.”

I could feel his breath on my skin, and he trailed his fingers through my hair, fanning up and out. He grazed his fingertips over my nipples before snaking back down through my hairy chest, torturously slow.

“Can I suck you?”

The question took me by surprise. Nobody had ever asked me permission before and as I looked into his hopeful green eyes, a laugh escaped me. “Fuck, yes.”

Matthew’s fingers dug into my thighs as he licked his tongue across the tip of my cock. Slowly, he slid his lips down over me, while looking up at me with seductive eyes. I reached down and caressed his head, moaning as he enveloped me and sucked me further into his mouth. The sensation drove me wild and I struggled to resist thrusting my hips.

“Fuck,” I mumbled, and my breath seemed to trundle out of me, my pulse racing at the sensation of pleasure.

I watched his lips leave a glistening trail along my shaft and the wet heat sent me spinning as Matthew swallowed, sucking my head to the back of his throat. I exhaled as I tried to calm myself. I wanted to enjoy this, to relish every second but I was so turned on I wasn’t sure how many seconds I’d get.

He started to quicken the pace, moving up and down my length with a firm suction that had my balls aching and I knew I wasn’t going to last any longer.

I threaded my fingers through his sandy hair and tugged a little, angling my hips until I could direct myself into his mouth, thrusting carefully and deliberately. His hands slid along my thighs and gripped my hips as he moaned around me.

“Fuck, Matthew, I—” I didn’t get to finish the sentence before he seemed to grip tight and suck me right back, swallowing down my cum as it slid down his throat.

I shuddered under him and laughed, relief and satisfaction glossing over me.

“Christ, Matthew, you weren’t lying about having another talent.”

He clambered to his feet and slid onto the sofa next to me, as I pulled him close and kissed his neck.

“That wasn’t one of the talents I was talking about.” He winked at me and poked his tongue between his teeth cheekily.

“Is that so? Well now you know I’m going to want to see what that is.”

He smiled and snuggled in close. “I was hoping you’d say that.”