Page 18 of Chained By Fate (Dark Billionaires: Vegas #1)
Matt’s smirk deepened, a lazy grin spreading across his face. His body hummed with anticipation, every nerve ending tingling with the promise of what was to come. He sauntered to the fridge, retrieved a bottle of water, and unscrewed the cap with a slow twist of his wrist.
The cool liquid slid down his throat, refreshing yet doing little to quell the heat pooling in his belly. He settled himself on the plush leather couch, flicking on the TV more out of habit than interest. His mind was far from the mindless chatter of late-night talk shows.
Minutes ticked by, turning into a half hour. The anticipation gnawed at him, impatience curling through his veins like wildfire.
He stood abruptly, tossing the empty bottle into the trash with a flick of his wrist. The need for a shower clawed at him as much as his desire to see Andy again. Striding toward the bathroom, he shed his clothes piece by piece—a calculated trail leading to his destination.
Pushing open the door, steam billowed out to greet him. The sight that met Matt’s eyes was nothing short of breathtaking.
Andy stood under the cascading water, its droplets tracing paths down his lithe form, accentuating the curve of his spine, the sleek muscles of his back, and the tantalizing swell of his buttocks.
His skin glistened under the soft light, every muscle taut and defined, the flush that colored his cheeks spread down his neck and across his chest. His back was arched against the tiled wall, one hand braced for support while the other disappeared between his legs, his finger probing intimately.
Eyes closed in concentration, lips parted in silent moans, Andy worked himself with a delicate precision that sent heat surging through Matt’s core.
Matt’s breath hitched in his throat at the sensual tableau before him. His body stirred with a pulse of raw, visceral need. There was something fiercely erotic about witnessing Andy in his most private moment, surrendering to the pleasurable torture he inflicted upon himself.
Matt leaned against the doorframe, watching Andy’s frantic movements under the shower spray.
His lips quirked into a smirk, enjoying the show far too much to interrupt immediately.
Then finally, he said, his voice cutting through the rhythmic patter of water against tile, “Are you planning on doing that forever?”
Andy jolted as if electrocuted, eyes flying open and locking on Matt’s. His face turned an even deeper shade of crimson. Matt’s smirk widened into a full-fledged grin. “Because if you are,” he continued smoothly, “I might just join you.”
“I-I’m almost done,” Andy stammered, his voice wavering with embarrassment. “Just… just wait a bit.”
Matt snorted, pushing off the doorframe and stepping closer. “How long is a bit ? Another half hour?”
Without waiting for an answer, he stepped into the shower, water cascading over his broad shoulders.
He couldn’t help but marvel at the stark contrast between them—his own hulking frame next to Andy’s slender, toned form.
The difference in height alone made it seem like he could easily envelop Andy with just one arm.
As Matt pulled Andy into his embrace, it felt inexplicably right. Like they were two pieces of a puzzle fitting together seamlessly. Andy’s skin was slick and warm against his own, and Matt relished the sensation of their bodies pressing together.
“Let go,” Andy protested, struggling against Matt’s hold. “I’m not ready yet.”
Matt chuckled, a deep rumble that reverberated through his chest. “I’ll be the judge of that,” he replied smoothly.
Andy glared up at him, his face flushed, not just from the heat of the water but from something far more intense. “Your cock is massive,” he blurted out, eyes wide with genuine concern. “I need to really loosen up.”
Matt’s grin turned wicked as his hand slid down to cup Andy’s ass. His fingers traced a path along the sensitive skin before slipping between his cheeks. He inserted a finger with deliberate slowness, feeling the muscle give way with surprising ease.
Andy jumped at the intrusion, his face turning an even deeper shade of red as he shuddered under Matt’s touch, unable to suppress a moan. The reaction was involuntary but unmistakable—Andy liked it.
“You seem pretty loose to me,” Matt observed, his voice low and teasing.
“Don’t do that!” Andy’s voice was a mix of indignation and pleasure as he tried to push Matt’s hand away. But Matt, determined to have his way, thrust his finger deeper, a brazen invasion that made Andy’s body jerk with surprise.
Quivering, Andy tried to wrest control from the overwhelming sensations. He huffed, pushing at Matt’s broad chest. “Leave,” he half demanded, half pleaded, breathless. “Just wait in the bedroom.”
“Not a chance,” Matt growled, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “I’ll stay right here. I’m enjoying this view far too much. Seeing you like this turns me on.”
Andy’s cheeks burned at the implication, but his body betrayed him, longing for more. Matt’s finger worked its magic, eliciting shudders and sighs, until Andy found himself leaning into Matt’s touch despite his best efforts to resist.
A chuckle rumbled through Matt’s chest. “Adorable,” he murmured.
Teasing was an art form, and Matt was an artist when it came to pleasure. With every caress, Matt could feel Andy’s resistance melting away. His fingers slid over skin made slick by the shower, exploring, teasing. He added another finger, thrusting slowly, intent on driving Andy wild.
“You’re so tight,” he murmured, his lips brushing against Andy’s ear.
Andy writhed against him, and the sight before him nothing short of mesmerizing—Andy’s skin glistening with water, his cheeks flushed a deep crimson, eyes half-lidded with desire and frustration. His lips parted in a silent plea as his body arched toward Matt’s touch.
Unable to resist, Matt leaned in and captured Andy’s lips in a hungry kiss. Andy whimpered into his mouth, begging for reprieve between ragged breaths.
“Stop… teasing me,” he cried out. “Please?”
The word please sent a hot thrill down Matt’s spine, yet he refused to relent.
Instead, he deepened his fingers’ intrusion yet again, feeling the tight heat envelop them.
Andy’s cock, glistening with droplets of water, stood proud and erect, trembling in the air and pulsing with every beat of his heart. The sight pleased Matt tremendously.
Andy let out a strangled moan, his eyes fluttering shut as he arched his back. “Fuck…” he breathed, his hips thrusting subtly against Matt’s hand.
Encouraged, Matt pressed his fingers, taking pleasure in the tightness as Andy’s inner walls clenched around his digits.
Andy cried out, whimpering, and Matt bent his head, capturing Andy’s lips with his own.
Andy responded avidly, his tongue tangling with Matt’s as their mouths moved in sync.
Matt thrust his fingers deeper, scissoring them gently, searching for that spot that would send Andy over the edge.
The combination of their slick, delicious kisses and the relentless teasing of Andy’s prostate had the younger man quivering on the precipice.
Andy’s cock twitched violently, like a trigger about to be pulled. “Please, Matt,” he whimpered brokenly. “It’s too much…”
Far from stopping, Matt quickened the pace of his fingers, curling them in just the right way to hit Andy’s sweet spot over and over.
Andy convulsed as if struck by lightning, his back bowing as he cried out hoarsely.
His release splattered between them, hot and abundant, his whole body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.
“Fuck…” Andy gasped, his voice thick with disbelief and awe. “What… what did you just do to me?”
Matt chuckled, low and husky, his eyes glittering with satisfaction. “That, darling pup,” he purred, “is what happens when you let yourself go. Now you’re ready.”
Gently but firmly, Matt scooped Andy up and carried him out of the shower. He marveled at how utterly spent yet incredibly beautiful Andy looked—his body slick with water and sweat, chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath.
Andy’s eyes fluttered open, meeting Matt’s gaze with a mixture of vulnerability and lingering defiance. And that was exactly how Matt wanted him—raw and exposed yet still fighting back.
M att shifted Andy’s weight effortlessly as he carried him from the steamy embrace of the bathroom into the cooler expanse of the bedroom.
The king-sized bed, a monolith of comfort, seemed to welcome them, its sheets crisp and inviting.
He laid Andy down gently, his eyes tracing the contours of his body with the meticulous appreciation of an artist admiring a masterpiece.
Andy was a sight to behold—naked and glistening, his skin adorned with water droplets that caught the light like tiny diamonds. His chest rose and fell with each breath, a rhythm Matt found himself wanting to synchronize with.
Andy caught Matt’s gaze, and with a mix of embarrassment and annoyance, he snapped, “Stop staring at me like you’re planning your next meal.”
Matt couldn’t help but laugh, the sound rich and warm. “Oh, but I am,” he retorted smoothly. “You’re a feast for the eyes—and trust me, I’m starving.”
The color that blossomed across Andy’s cheeks was delicious—a vibrant shade that spoke of bashfulness and arousal intertwined. Matt relished it, his eyes never straying as they drank in every detail.
The intensity of Matt’s gaze seemed to ignite something within Andy—a fire that demanded action.
With a defiant toss of his head, Andy turned on his hands and knees and crawled toward the center of the bed.
There was something primal about the movement, something that sent a surge of anticipation through Matt’s veins.
“Let’s just do this now,” Andy said over his shoulder, presenting himself in a way that left little to the imagination. “Fuck me already.”