It wasn’t just the stimulation of his p***s that kept Matthew going, though. If later, through force (as that would be the only way Matthew would ever admit it), Matthew had to put his hand on a Bible and swear to truth in open court, he’d have no choice to say that the overtly s****l touch had played a definitively secondary role in his arousal. It was Gavin’s other hand—the hand that still cupped the back of Matthew’s neck, the hand whose thumb had slipped around his neck and constantly stroked his jugular, and the pressure of Gavin’s pulse beating through Gavin’s thumb in time to the rhythm of Matthew’s blood—that turned Matthew on the most.
That was what finally coerced Matthew into moving faster, and as his breathing accelerated and his pulse grew with it, as Gavin’s breath became as
