Page 30 of Chained By Fate (Dark Billionaires: Vegas #1)
Andy’s lips descended to Matt’s neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
Each kiss was a brand, claiming territory as they journeyed lower.
When those lips encircled his nipple, toying with it in a manner both playful and torturous, Matt could only arch into the touch, his breath catching in delicious anticipation.
“Fuck,” Matt breathed out. He threaded his fingers through Andy’s hair, relishing the silky strands slipping through his grasp. It was like holding on to something wild and untamed—Andy’s spirit embodied in those locks.
Andy chuckled against his chest—a vibration that sent shivers straight to Matt’s core. His mouth found one of Matt’s nipples and latched on with a mixture of teasing nibbles and languid strokes of his tongue. It was maddeningly slow and achingly perfect.
Andy switched to the other nipple with the same tender ferocity. Every flick of his tongue sent bolts of pleasure shooting through Matt’s body, making him arch off the bed. His own hands wandered over Andy’s back, tracing patterns along the sinewy lines of muscle.
Andy’s ministrations were wickedly skilled, each flick and swirl of his tongue sending sparks skittering across Matt’s skin. The pleasure was exquisite, almost unbearable in its intensity. Matt’s world narrowed down to the sensation of that mouth on him—every other concern faded to nothingness.
And then Andy continued downward, leaving a hot path in his wake until he hovered above Matt’s throbbing erection. Their eyes met for a suspended moment—Andy’s gaze uncertain yet determined, a silent question hanging between them.
Matt held his breath as if on the precipice of something monumental. The air seemed charged with anticipation until finally—mercifully—Andy dove right in and took him into the warmth of his mouth.
The sensation was startling in its intensity.
A dark chuckle escaped Matt as pleasure shot through him like lightning—a bolt so powerful it threatened to split him open from within.
It was even better than he’d imagined—hotter and wetter and so damn perfect he couldn’t hold back the moan that clawed its way out of his throat.
Matt watched, utterly bewitched as Andy took him in, those lips stretched around his girth in an image so erotic it would be forever seared into his memory.
Andy’s head bobbed rhythmically, drawing him deeper with every suckle and tease.
The sight was maddening—this beautiful creature devoting himself so completely to Matt’s pleasure.
The sensations swirling within Matt were bordering on the divine, each stroke from Andy’s mouth drawing him closer to the precipice of pleasure.
But just as he was sinking deeper into that blissful abyss, Andy abruptly lifted his head, releasing Matt’s cock with an audible pop.
Matt blinked in surprise, a rush of cool air hitting his damp skin where warmth had just been.
“Just come already.” Andy glared up at him, lips glistening. “My mouth is tired.”
Matt couldn’t help it; laughter bubbled up from deep within his chest, spilling out in rich, throaty waves. “You’re welcome to take a breather,” he managed between chuckles.
Andy’s lips pursed in a mixture of annoyance and resolve. “This isn’t some sport training program,” he shot back. “But I’m willing to give it another go—five minutes. You’ve got five minutes to finish.”
Matt raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into an amused smirk. “I’ll think about it,” he teased.
That earned him a death ray glare from Andy, which only served to amuse him further.
Without another word, Andy dove back in, taking Matt’s cock into his mouth once more.
Matt groaned at the renewed contact, heat coiling tightly within him as Andy set a relentless pace.
The sight of Andy between his thighs, so fiercely determined, was nothing short of intoxicating.
The sensation was exquisite—those lips forming a tight seal around him, tongue flicking just right.
Each movement sent ripples of pleasure coursing through Matt’s body.
Minutes ticked by, and true to form, Andy pulled back again with a huff. “Oh Jesus! Just come already.”
“Maybe changing positions might help,” Matt suggested with a smirk.
In an instant, he found himself standing while Andy knelt before him—a vision of submissive beauty that was almost too much to bear. The position alone was erotic enough to send sparks of arousal shooting through every nerve ending. The sight was intoxicating.
Andy took him in once again, and this time those eyes stared up at him through long dark lashes—a sight that had Matt’s heart thundering against his ribs.
It didn’t take long; the combined visual and physical stimulation was overwhelming, the pressure building into something unstoppable.
The world narrowed down to that singular point of contact—Andy’s mouth wrapped around him and those eyes locked on his.
With a groan that echoed from the depths of his being, Matt came hard. His seed spilled into Andy’s mouth in hot spurts, so much that it overflowed and coated Andy’s lips. The sight of it—Andy with his lips glistening and smeared—was almost enough to make Matt want to go another round immediately.
Breathing heavily, Matt watched as Andy wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a look of triumphant satisfaction mixed with weariness on his face.
Andy stood and Matt, unable to resist, gathered him into his arms, capturing those luscious lips in a searing kiss. When he finally released Andy, the young man’s breathless declaration, “That’s enough for the night,” came with a half-hearted glare.
Matt chuckled, brushing a stray lock of ebony hair from Andy’s forehead. “For now,” he conceded, albeit reluctantly. He was already more than pleased to have experienced the bliss of Andy’s mouth wrapped around him.
Later, as they lay entwined in bed, Matt listened to the steady rhythm of Andy’s breathing.
The young man had succumbed to sleep swiftly.
Matt watched him for a moment longer, taking in the serene expression on Andy’s face—a stark contrast to the fiery defiance that usually played across his features.
With a contented sigh, Matt allowed sleep to claim him too, comforted by the weight of Andy in his arms.
Morning light crept into the room as Matt stirred awake.
He found Andy still deep in slumber beside him, looking every bit like an angel with a devil’s heart.
Leaning down, Matt planted a soft kiss on Andy’s forehead before slipping out of bed to shower and get ready for another day of empire-building.
On his way out, he scribbled a quick note for Andy—it had become their little routine—and placed it on the bedside table where it would be sure to catch those light-brown eyes upon waking. See you at dinner , it read.
As he walked toward the door, his gaze fell upon the coffee table in the living area. The screen of Andy’s phone flashed with missed calls and text messages from a contact labeled “SIS,” which Matt assumed was Mia, Andy’s sister. No doubt Andy would check those when he woke up.
With one last glance at the peaceful figure in bed, Matt headed out the door.
The day was a blur of numbers and handshakes as Matt navigated deals and negotiations with the practiced ease of a seasoned shark swimming through familiar waters.
It was late afternoon when things were finally winding down—the promise of returning to the penthouse and seeing Andy again a beacon through the tedium.
His phone buzzed insistently on the table before him. It was Bruno.
“What is it?”
“Boss, Andy’s missing.” Bruno’s voice held a rare note of urgency.
Matt felt a jolt shoot through him—as cold and swift as an ice bath. “What do you mean, missing?” His voice was steel wrapped in velvet—a dangerous calm before the storm.
“Said he was meeting a friend,” Bruno said. “Checked the security cameras. He took off with that Sean McAllister guy.”
Matt swore under his breath, gripping the edge of the table so hard his knuckles whitened.
“Find him,” he barked out without missing a beat.
“I want every resource we have on this—now.” His mind raced with possibilities—none of them good—as he stormed out of the conference room with singular focus: find Andy.