Page 39 of Chained By Fate (Dark Billionaires: Vegas #1)
Matt hollowed his cheeks, sucking hard as he bobbed his head up and down. With one hand, he caressed Andy’s balls, rolling and massaging them, while his other hand pumped the base of Andy’s cock in time with his mouth’s rhythm.
The sensation overwhelmed Andy, who was now a boneless tangle of limbs, thrusting erratically. “Oh God, oh God, oh fuck!” His cries echoed through the room, a symphony of pleasure and torment as Matt drove him toward the edge.
He worked Andy’s cock with ruthless skill—sucking harder, teasing with his tongue until every coherent thought left Andy’s mind. His body writhed beneath Matt’s hold, teetering on the edge of ecstasy.
Finally, Andy’s back arched so sharply that Matt thought he might break, and with a strangled yell, he came.
Thick ropes of cum coated Matt’s tongue, the salty taste of Andy’s release flooding his senses.
Andy’s body went rigid as he rode out his climax, stars surely dancing behind his tightly closed eyelids.
Matt watched as Andy came, his eyes drinking in the sight with a ravenous hunger.
Andy’s face twisted in ecstasy, mouth open in a silent scream, cheeks flushed a delicious pink, a sheen of sweat making his skin glow.
The way his lashes fluttered and his body tensed, Matt could have sworn he’d never seen anything more beautiful.
He was a vision of erotic splendor, and it drove Matt wild.
The raw, uninhibited look of bliss on Andy’s face was a trigger—a primal signal that unleashed something feral inside Matt. He needed to claim him, to mark this moment as their own. As Andy shuddered through the throes of his orgasm, Matt moved with swift precision.
He plunged his hard cock into Andy’s asshole in one fluid motion, timing it perfectly with the crest of Andy’s climax. The tight heat enveloped him instantly, squeezing like a velvet vise that sent shudders of pleasure through Matt’s body.
Andy cried out, his voice hitching beautifully as he took Matt’s length. “Oh fuck—Matt!” His breathless exclamation was music to Matt’s ears.
Matt pinned Andy down, imprisoning those slender wrists above his head with one hand. His grip was firm but possessive—a clear message of who was in control. With the other hand, he held Andy’s hip steady as he began to thrust.
He drove into Andy hot and fast, each movement fueled by an untamed need. The bed creaked beneath them as Matt pounded into him with unflagging force. He could feel the slick walls of Andy’s ass gripping him tightly, each stroke sending waves of pleasure radiating through his core.
Each thrust elicited a new cry from Andy, his voice hitching as he struggled to process the onslaught of pleasure. His face was a portrait of ecstasy, his features contorting with each impact, eyes clenched shut as he surrendered to the raw passion between them.
The sounds that escaped Andy were intoxicating—a series of gasps and moans that spurred Matt on. He loved how Andy trembled beneath him, every quiver and shake adding to the wildness of their coupling.
“You’re so fucking tight,” Matt growled into Andy’s ear, his voice rough with desire. He thrust harder, deeper—each movement designed to push Andy further into ecstasy.
Andy writhed beneath him, legs spreading wider to take more of Matt’s cock. His eyes fluttered shut as another moan escaped his lips, high-pitched and desperate.
Matt felt himself getting closer to the edge with every thrust—driven by the slick heat and the sight of Andy so beautifully undone beneath him. He kept his pace ruthless and hard—each stroke aimed at hitting that perfect spot inside Andy that made him see stars.
“Fuck,” Matt grunted, feeling the exquisite friction build between them.
Andy’s body arched in response, back bowing off the bed as he cried out again—a sound torn between pleasure and sweet agony.
The feeling of being buried deep inside this beautiful young man sent Matt spiraling toward his own climax, but he wasn’t done yet—not until he had wrung every last drop of pleasure from both of them.
Matt felt the exquisite tension in Andy’s body, every muscle taut and quivering. With each powerful thrust, he drove Andy closer to the edge. The friction was maddeningly perfect, a delicious mix of pleasure and torment that had Andy gasping and swearing beneath him.
“Goddamn it, Matt!” Andy’s voice broke into a high-pitched cry, his back arching off the bed as his release hit. He came hard, his seed spurting against Matt’s belly in hot streams. The sight drove Matt wild—a feral thrill coursing through him as he watched Andy unravel.
But he wasn’t done. He wasn’t stopping until he’d claimed every last bit of Andy’s soul.
Matt pounded into him hotter and faster, the rhythm of their bodies a wild dance of need. Andy’s cries turned to screams, raw and unrestrained. As he panted for breath, each thrust sent tremors through his body.
“You’re beautiful when you come,” Matt growled, his voice rough with lust. His hand tightened around Andy’s wrists, holding them firmly above his head, the grip bruising and inescapable. He pounded into Andy with a resolute rhythm, each thrust hotter and faster than the last.
“Fuck…” Andy screamed between gasps, eyes rolling back in sheer ecstasy. His body shuddered violently as he came again—then again—each climax leaving him more undone
Matt reveled in it—the sight of Andy’s face contorted in bliss, mouth open in a silent scream as his body milked every drop of pleasure from each thrust. It was intoxicating—a heady rush that made Matt’s own climax build to an unbearable peak.
Finally, with one last brutal thrust, Matt buried himself deep inside Andy and let go. His release surged through him like a wildfire, hot and consuming as he spilled his seed deep within his lover. The sensation was electrifying—a perfect culmination of their raw desire.
Andy’s final cry echoed in the room as he felt Matt fill him completely. His body went limp beneath the weight of their shared ecstasy, spent and trembling.
Matt watched the aftermath unfold—Andy’s chest heaving with exertion, sweat-slicked skin glowing in the dim light. His own breath came raggedly as he savored the sight—the beautiful chaos they had created together.
M orning light filtered through the heavy drapes, casting a golden glow over the bedroom.
Matt stirred and his gaze drifted to the still sleeping Andy.
Matt’s lips curled into a small smile. A possessive thrill surged through him as he took in the sight of Andy’s body marked with bite marks and bruises from their wild night of lovemaking.
“Beautiful chaos,” Matt murmured to himself.
He gathered Andy gently into his arms, careful not to wake him.
Pressing a soft kiss to Andy’s forehead, he lingered for a moment, savoring the warmth of Andy’s skin.
Reluctantly, Matt extricated himself from the embrace, knowing the demands of the day awaited him.
He had work to do—loose ends to tie up from the drug deal gone awry. But first, a shower.
Under the hot spray, Matt scrubbed away the remnants of sleep and last night’s sweat. The water pounded against his muscles, loosening knots he hadn’t realized were there. As much as he wanted to crawl back into bed and lose himself in Andy again, duty called.
Once dressed immaculately in a tailored suit that screamed power and precision, Matt returned to the bedroom. He stood at the edge of the bed for a moment, admiring Andy’s serene face. Leaning down, he stroked Andy’s hair gently, the strands silky under his fingers. He kissed Andy on the cheek.
Andy stirred at the touch, eyelids fluttering open slightly. “Matt?” His voice was groggy, still heavy with sleep.
“I’ll see you at dinner,” Matt said softly.
A sleepy groan escaped Andy’s lips as he nodded in acknowledgment before drifting back to sleep.
Matt left the penthouse with a lingering glance at Andy.
The private elevator whisked him down to his office, a sanctuary of glass and steel perched high above the glittering Vegas Strip.
As he settled into his chair, he pulled up the day’s agenda on his tablet.
A mountain of tasks awaited him, but his mind kept wandering back to Andy’s form curled up in his bed.
The door swung open and Eddie lumbered in, a presence as subtle as a wrecking ball. Eddie’s face was a granite mask of stoic professionalism, but his eyes carried the sharpness of someone who’d seen and handled it all.
Eddie held out a phone like it was Excalibur plucked from stone. “Found this in Sean’s car,” he said, placing Andy’s lost device on Matt’s mahogany desk. “The car’s toast now. We made sure it kissed flames goodbye—no loose threads. Everything’s clean, boss. No ties back to us.”
“Good job.” Matt let satisfaction color his voice, a pat on the back without physical contact.
Eddie’s chest puffed out slightly, pride flickering in his eyes.
Matt was about to dismiss Eddie when a thought snaked its way through his mind. “Eddie.” He paused, fixing him with a sharp gaze. “There are two people I need background checks on—Herbert and Miley Weston.”
Eddie’s brow furrowed slightly as he committed the names to memory. “Got it, boss. I’ll dig into their closets, see what skeletons come tumbling out. Preliminary report by this afternoon.”
“Perfect.” Matt nodded.
As Eddie’s footsteps receded, Matt leaned back in his chair, the soft creak of leather a familiar comfort.
He allowed himself a rare moment of reflection, his thoughts drifting to Sean.
A pang of something akin to guilt tugged at him—slight but unmistakable.
He knew the sting of conscience was uncalled for; after all, Sean’s untimely demise was a bed of his own making.