Page 20 of Chained By Fate (Dark Billionaires: Vegas #1)
“Shut up,” Andy muttered, his eyes slipping closed as he gave in to the sensations.
Matt loved the way he surrendered, the way his body reacted so beautifully to his touch. But he knew he had the power to push Andy even further, to explore every limit and boundary.
“Please… stop,” Andy gasped between shudders.
But Matt only chuckled against his skin, knowing all too well how sensitive Andy was there. He could feel Andy’s cock growing even harder beneath him—a testament to how thoroughly he was enjoying this torment.
“Twice already,” Matt mused aloud, moving to give the other nipple equal attention. “And now you’re hard again? You’re quite something.”
Andy’s response was a mix of frustration and desire—a growl that melted into a moan as Matt continued his relentless assault on those sensitive peaks while his hand squeezed the life out of his cock.
Each cry from Andy sent waves of satisfaction through Matt; each shudder only spurred him on further.
Matt’s attention finally drifted, dragging his lips and tongue away from those sweet, taut nipples, and he could feel the palpable mix of relief and disappointment rolling off Andy. He didn’t stop stroking Andy’s cock, though, keeping a steady rhythm that had Andy teetering on the edge.
With a trail of little kisses and playful licks down Andy’s toned belly, Matt relished each groan that escaped those tempting lips.
He moved with purpose, savoring the taste of Andy’s skin and the way his body responded to every touch, Andy’s breath hitched, his hands twisting in the sheets.
The journey downward was slow, deliberate—each kiss a promise of what was to come.
When Matt reached Andy’s cock, he paused, their eyes locking in an electrifying gaze.
Andy was quivering, his legs tensing as he awaited Matt’s next move.
A devilish grin spread across Matt’s face as he saw the mix of excitement and panic in Andy’s eyes.
The young man sucked in his breath, clearly understanding Matt’s intentions.
Without breaking eye contact, Matt lowered his mouth onto Andy’s cock, devouring him with an intensity that left no room for doubt. His tongue swirled around the head before he sucked hard, drawing a cry from Andy that echoed through the room.
Matt felt every squirm and heard every desperate sound Andy made.
He reveled in it—the way Andy bucked against him, helpless under his ministrations.
And then Matt added another layer to the torment.
He drove his fingers into Andy’s asshole, feeling the tight heat around them as he began to move in sync with his sucking, scissoring Andy’s open as he continued to suck and lick with fervent enthusiasm.
Andy went wild beneath him—squirming, crying out, and clutching at the sheets as if they were his only lifeline. Each thrust of Matt’s fingers pushed Andy closer to the edge; each pull of his mouth brought him nearer to oblivion.
Matt knew exactly when Andy was about to break.
He could feel it in the way the younger man’s body tensed, his cock twitched, in the desperate way he gasped for air.
Matt wanted to push Andy over the edge and increased the pace, his fingers thrusting in a rhythm designed to obliterate his senses.
And then it happened—Andy came hard, a primal scream tearing from his throat as he released, his essence flooding Matt’s mouth.
Matt savored every drop, every shudder that ran through Andy’s body. When it was over, he moved to hover over him, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead—a tender gesture amid the storm they’d just weathered.
“My, my, someone’s sensitive,” Matt teased, a playful lilt to his voice.
Andy, still panting, scowled. “I’m going to die if you keep doing that,” he muttered, his voice heavy with a mixture of annoyance and desire.
Matt laughed, a deep rumble in his chest. “No dying on my watch, pet. I plan to enjoy every inch of you for a very long time.”
Matt could see Andy’s glare, a fierce determination blazing in his eyes.
Something snapped within the young man, a decision made.
Without warning, Andy pushed at Matt with surprising strength, sending him sprawling onto his back on the bed.
Matt barely had time to register the move before Andy straddled him, his expression a mix of defiance and urgency.
Matt’s eyebrows shot up in surprise at the sudden turn of events. He wasn’t expecting such a bold move, but a spark of excitement ignited within him at Andy’s initiative.
“You’ve been wasting enough time,” Andy declared, his voice edged with frustration despite the slight quaver that belied his nerves.
Matt raised an eyebrow, amusement curling his lips. He knew exactly what was driving Andy—the desperate need to get this over with, to believe that once they’d crossed this line, it would be done. Little did Andy know, this was just the beginning.
He let out a low chuckle, admiring Andy’s spirit even as he basked in the power dynamic shift. “Impatient, aren’t we?”
Andy’s jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing. “I just want to get this over with.”
Matt shook his head, unable to suppress his amusement.
And before he could say another word, telling the cute minx that this was only just the beginning, Andy positioned himself over his erect cock, determination etched into every line of his body.
In one smooth motion, he lowered himself down, taking Matt in completely.
The sensation was instant, overwhelming, exquisite—hot, tight, and utterly consuming.
Matt groaned, a dark chuckle escaping him at the feel of Andy’s tight heat enveloping him.
It was a rush of pleasure so intense it left him momentarily breathless.
This was a feeling he’d experienced before, yet with Andy, it was different—like the first time all over again.
“Fuck,” they both swore simultaneously, the word punctuated by the intensity of their connection.
Matt watched as Andy shuddered above him, eyes wide with a mixture of shock and amazement. The sight sent a thrill through him—a beautiful contradiction of defiance and vulnerability.
Without missing a beat, Matt moved at lightning speed, flipping their positions in an instant, relishing the startled yelp that escaped Andy’s lips.
He loomed over Andy now, a wicked grin on his face as he looked down at the young man beneath him.
Their positions reversed, Matt wasted no time in taking control.
“Now you’ve done it, kitten,” he whispered, his voice laced with dark promise.
With a firm grip on Andy’s hips, Matt began to thrust, driving in and out with relentless precision, each pound sending waves of pleasure through them both.
He felt the resistance and tightness of Andy’s body around him, an erotic squeeze that sent shivers of pleasure through his entire being.
The sensation was heavenly—Andy’s body wrapped around him like a vise, hot and welcoming in a way that was both maddening and divine.
“Fuck,” Matt muttered, his eyes slipping shut as he relished the sensation. “You feel so damn good.”
Andy’s response was a breathy moan, his head thrown back as he surrendered to the pleasure. His body clenched around Matt with each thrust, heightening the exquisite friction between them. He clung to Matt desperately, their breaths mingling in ragged pants as they moved together.
Matt couldn’t get enough of it—the feel of Andy beneath him, the sounds of their bodies moving together in perfect harmony.
Every movement was deliberate, every thrust designed to prolong their pleasure and push them to the brink of ecstasy.
He savored every moment—the way Andy’s body responded to his touch, the way he fit so perfectly around him.
It was intoxicating, exhilarating in a way that defied description.
Matt’s eyes locked with Andy’s, the intensity of their gaze mingling with the raw pleasure coursing through them.
For a moment, the world outside their shared intimacy ceased to exist. It was just the two of them, suspended in a bubble of heated desire.
But then Andy broke the spell. With a sudden movement, Andy grabbed a pillow and shoved it over his face as he shuddered and squirmed beneath Matt.
The move was both endearing and exasperating.
“Oh no, you don’t.” Matt chuckled, reaching down to yank the pillow away with a playful growl.
Andy’s response was to grab another pillow, but Matt was quicker, stealing that one too and tossing it across the room with a triumphant smirk.
Andy’s frustration only seemed to add fuel to the fire between them.
Undeterred, Andy crossed his arms over his face as if that small barrier could shield him from Matt’s piercing gaze.
It was clear—Andy didn’t want Matt seeing him so exposed, so vulnerable while they made love. But Matt wouldn’t have it.
“Not happening, kitten,” Matt growled softly, his voice a blend of authority and tenderness.
With a swift movement, he grabbed both of Andy’s wrists and pulled them away from his face.
Holding his arms down against the bed, Matt continued to drive into him, hard and fast. “You’re not hiding that gorgeous face from me, pet,” he growled, his voice laced with a mixture of desire and dominance.
“I want to see every reaction, every little twitch. You’re too adorable and erotic for me to miss a single second.
” With every thrust into Andy’s tight heat, Matt made sure to hold him in place.
Andy’s eyes widened, cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal as Matt continued to drive into him hot and hard. Each movement elicited small gasps and moans from Andy—sounds that sent waves of satisfaction through Matt’s core.
Matt’s grip on Andy’s wrists tightened slightly as he leaned in closer, their faces mere inches apart. “You’re so adorable like this,” he whispered against Andy’s lips before capturing them in a searing kiss.
The kiss was fierce, filled with an intensity that mirrored their movements. As they moved together, Matt watched every flicker of emotion cross Andy’s face—the pleasure, the vulnerability, the raw need. It was mesmerizing.
Matt showed no mercy as he held Andy’s wrists captive, the bed frame rattling with the force of their coupling. Releasing Andy’s lips, Matt moved his mouth close to Andy’s ear.
“Look at me, kitten,” he whispered, his breath tickling Andy’s skin, his hips still moving in a relentless rhythm. “I want to see your eyes when you come apart for me.”
And with each thrust, each shared breath, Matt made sure Andy knew just how much he cherished every moment they spent entwined like this.
He drove into Andy harder, faster, their bodies slamming together in a frenzied rhythm. It was a dance as old as time, but Matt couldn’t deny that there was something uniquely exhilarating about this particular dance partner.
Andy’s body shook beneath him, every muscle taut with pleasure. His head tossed from side to side as he struggled to process the overload of sensations. Matt loved witnessing his surrender, the way his face contorted with a mixture of ecstasy and torment.
Matt could barely suppress a grin as Andy swore at him. “You horny beast,” he spat, his words slurred by the waves of pleasure crashing over him.
Another torrent of curses came, Andy’s voice hoarse, raw, and desperate. With every profanity that spilled from those perfect lips, Matt only felt hot, dark desire fueling a primal urge to mark and claim.
He drove into Andy even harder and faster, each thrust calculated to push the younger man to the brink. The sight of Andy beneath him—shuddering, quivering with each powerful stroke—was intoxicating.
Matt’s eyes roved over Andy’s flushed face, noting the way his light-brown eyes flickered with a golden sheen under the light, how his ebony hair stuck to his sweat-slicked forehead. Every reaction was a testament to their chemistry—a silent symphony of need and desire.
He felt Andy’s cock straining between them, trapped and desperate for release. With a growl, Matt pressed down on him, crushing their bodies together and squeezing Andy’s cock between their heated skin.
Andy cried out, his voice breaking with a mix of pleasure and pain. “Fuck!” The expletive was music to Matt’s ears—a raw declaration of the power he held over Andy’s body.
Matt answered with another powerful thrust, driving them both over the edge. Andy’s body tensed beneath him, his back arching off the bed as he came with a guttural moan. Hot spurts of nectar coated their stomachs, the evidence of Andy’s surrender mingling with the sweat on their skin.
The sight of Andy’s release—his face contorted in ecstasy, eyes glazed over—was Matt’s undoing. With a low growl, he let himself go, flooding Andy’s insides with his seed. The sensation was exquisite—each pulse sending ripples of pleasure through his entire being.
As he emptied himself inside Andy, Matt felt a profound sense of satisfaction wash over him.
It wasn’t just the physical release—it was the way their bodies fit together so perfectly, the undeniable chemistry that sparked between them with every touch.
Their connection went beyond the physical, and in that moment, Matt felt an intense rush of ownership and possession that was both thrilling and terrifying.
Utterly pleased, Matt stayed buried inside Andy for a moment longer, savoring the connection they shared. He watched as Andy’s breathing slowly returned to normal, his eyes fluttering open to meet Matt’s gaze.
Matt leaned down, placing a tender kiss on Andy’s forehead—a silent acknowledgment of the bond they’d forged in those moments of heated passion.