Chapter 16

“Too much,” he panted. “You’ll make me come.”

Matthew’s lips were shiny when he looked up. “I thought that was the point.”

He shook his head. “Not if you’re not in me, it’s not.”

Pulling his hands away, Matthew crawled up the bed on his knuckles and knees until he hovered eye to eye with Calvin. His heavy cock weighed against Calvin’s, and he gently rocked his hips to share the wet friction.

“Why do you trust me?”

The question cracked the illusion they’d shared. Calvin stared up at him, drinking in the sincere confusion. “Because you’re not going to hurt me.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Are you?”

“No.”

“Then I do know that.” He glided his fingertips over the straining biceps. Matthew’s control was slipping with each passing second. “You told me what you see. I believe you.”

Their foreheads touched. “Nobody else does.”