Page 41 of Chained By Fate (Dark Billionaires: Vegas #1)

When they finally broke apart, Andy’s eyes sparkled with desire. “I can’t concentrate on the coding anyway,” he confessed with a breathless chuckle.

Matt chuckled in response, the sound rolling out like velvet over gravel. “Well then,” he said, “we can’t have that.” He wrapped his hands around Andy’s waist, hoisting him from the chair with a playful tug. “Come with me,” he urged, a secretive smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Where are we going?” Andy asked, eyebrows knitting together in a picture of adorable confusion.

“You’ll see,” Matt replied, a teasing smile tugging at his lips.

They traversed the expanse of the penthouse, their footsteps muffled by the plush carpet until they reached a door that opened to the sky. Matt watched Andy’s face as they stepped out onto the private rooftop garden, a spectacle of nature’s splendor cocooned under a grand glass dome.

The garden was an oasis in the desert, alive with color and fragrance.

Flowers in full bloom competed for attention—some exotic with petals that seemed to dance in the light breeze, others familiar yet no less enchanting.

A sprawling lawn stretched out like a green sea, while an outdoor sitting area beckoned with plush sofas and chairs nestled around an inviting coffee table.

Andy stepped into the garden, his eyes wide with wonder. “I knew there was a garden from the living room view,” he said, “but I never imagined it to be this… expansive.”

Matt chuckled at Andy’s choice of words. “Feel free to use this space whenever you want. And at night, the lights transform it into another world.”

Andy turned to him with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Then we should have dinner out here tonight.”

“I like how you think,” Matt replied, matching Andy’s enthusiasm.

While Andy explored the garden like a pirate discovering uncharted lands, Matt made a call for refreshments and snacks. Before long, an array of delectable treats adorned the coffee table, courtesy of his diligent staff who departed as silently as they had arrived.

Pouring cool refreshments into two glasses, Matt settled back and watched Andy hop from one flower to another. The sight reminded him of Ryan—his youngest brother—whose boundless energy and spontaneous visits were both endearing and exasperating.

Matt smiled to himself; it had been months since he’d seen any of his brothers. Ryan would probably turn up unannounced one weekend soon, bursting through the door with tales from university and an appetite to match.

Andy returned from his exploration, satisfaction etched across his face. Matt patted the spot beside him on the sofa, handing over a cool drink which Andy accepted gratefully.

Matt observed, rapt with fascination, as Andy tilted the glass back, his Adam’s apple bobbing elegantly with each swallow.

Vegas heat had nothing on the warmth spreading through Matt’s chest as he watched droplets linger on Andy’s lips, sparkling like morning dew.

Some traitorous liquid escaped, meandering down his chin, a wayward traveler on a slender throat.

The sight was mesmerizing, an invitation to sin that Matt found impossible to resist.

He leaned in, a predator zeroing in on its prey.

His breath mingled with the remnants of cool air clinging to Andy’s skin, and with a hunger that was both primal and precise, Matt stuck his tongue out.

The escaped liquid was no match for Matt’s eager tongue as he traced a slow, sensual path from Andy’s throat up to his chin, lapping at them with a fervor, capturing the errant drop in one fluid motion.

Andy’s breath hitched, a soft gasp lost in the garden’s tranquility.

“There,” Matt said, voice low and tinged with amusement as he drew back, “all clean now.”

But Andy’s eyes were alight with playful defiance. “Clean? Ha! You wouldn’t know clean if it came with instructions and a maid’s outfit.” His voice was teasing, challenging—a velvet-wrapped dare that sent a ripple of heat coursing through Matt.

Andy lifted the hem of his shirt, revealing a landscape of taut skin and tempting curves. “Seems like you missed a spot,” he said, eyes sparkling with mischief as he exposed his chest and the faint pink peaks that begged for attention, drawing Matt’s gaze like a moth to flame.

Matt chuckled—a sound that rumbled deep from within his chest, warm and dark like whiskey over ice. “My dear prince,” he murmured, gaze locked on Andy’s bare skin, “your loyal servant hears your plea.”

With a grace that belied his size, Matt wasted no time. He leaned in, his lips trailing a path of fire across Andy’s exposed skin. His tongue darted out, lavishing his attention on Andy’s nipples until they hardened into pink marbles beneath his ministrations.

Andy’s groans of pleasure filled the air, the sound as intoxicating as the finest wine.

He bunched the hem of his shirt in his mouth, a makeshift gag that muffled his moans of ecstasy as Matt’s lips and tongue continued their wicked dance.

His fingers threaded through Matt’s hair, urging him on with a desperation that spoke volumes of his need.

Matt obliged, moving his attention lower, his lips charting a course down Andy’s taut abs. Each kiss, each lick, elicited a series of gasps and groans from Andy, whose body arched in silent pleas for more.

Matt’s gaze traveled lower, drinking in the sight of Andy’s arousal straining against the fabric of his jeans. Andy’s eyes met his, dark with desire and filled with a silent plea for release. A smirk played on Matt’s lips as he leaned in, his breath ghosting over the denim.

“Mmm… I see a few more spots we’ve missed,” Matt murmured, a playful smirk curling his lips. He clicked mockingly at the bulge, eliciting a groan from Andy who lifted his hips in a silent entreaty.

“Matt…” he breathed, the sound a mix of desperation and laughter.

“Patience, my prince. A good servant is thorough,” Matt chided, a dark glint in his eyes as he made a show of surveying Andy’s crotch. “It seems these jeans are quite the obstacle to cleanliness.”

With ease, Matt undid the button of Andy’s jeans and slowly drew down the zipper, revealing a pair of black boxer briefs that did little to contain the evidence of Andy’s excitement.

Andy’s cock sprang free as Matt peeled away the final barrier, the sight of it drawing a low, appreciative whistle from him.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Matt teased, his fingers lightly grazing the hard length. He traced the veins that pulsed with life, his touch as light as a feather, eliciting shivers from Andy’s body. “It appears you’re still not entirely… clean.”

He circled the tip of Andy’s cock with his index finger, watching with a twinge of satisfaction as it twitched and leaked a drop of clear fluid. Matt leaned in, his tongue darting out to capture the droplet, savoring the taste.

“See?” he said, feigning innocence. “There’s still a bit of… mess here.” His smirk widened as he added, “A good servant must ensure everything is pristine.”

Andy swallowed hard, his chest rising and falling rapidly with each teasing stroke and click of Matt’s tongue.

The sight of Andy’s undoing was too delicious a temptation for Matt to resist. With a growl of desire, he took Andy’s cock into his mouth, savoring the taste of skin and arousal.

His tongue swirled around the head, teasing the sensitive underside, while his hand worked the shaft with firm, rhythmic strokes.

Andy’s moans grew louder, his body writhing beneath Matt’s skilled attention. The pleasure was evident on his flushed face, his lips parted in a silent cry for more.

Matt couldn’t help himself; he needed Andy totally bare for his thorough cleaning . With a swift motion, he pulled Andy’s jeans off completely, carelessly tossing them aside.

“My, my, you’re dirty all over,” Matt said with a chuckle, his eyes roaming over Andy’s naked form. He made quick work of Andy’s shirt, adding it to the growing pile of discarded clothing.

Now completely exposed, Andy reclined on the sofa, his body spread out like a feast for the senses, a prince awaiting his servant’s care.

Matt sat back for a moment, admiring the view. Then with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he reached for the jug of cool drink that sat on the coffee table.

Andy watched him with curiosity, his breath hitching as Matt raised the jug. With a flick of his wrist, Matt poured it over Andy’s body in a cascade of sparkling liquid, the cool drink dripping from his chest down to his hard cock.

Andy gasped, his body jolting at the sudden chill, but then he threw his head back and laughed, the sound pure and joyous. It was a sight to behold—Andy’s eyes sparkling, his laughter echoing through the garden, the droplets catching the sunlight like a thousand tiny diamonds.

Matt set the jug aside and leaned in, his lips capturing Andy’s in a searing kiss. His tongue traced the seam of Andy’s lips, tasting the sweetness of the drink mixed with the unique flavor that was undeniably Andy.

He kissed his way down Andy’s body, licking and sucking at the droplets that clung to his skin.

Every inch of Andy was explored and savored, from the hollow of his throat to the curve of his hip.

Matt’s mouth was relentless, leaving no part of Andy untouched, untasted.

He lavished attention on Andy’s nipples, nipping and sucking until they were red and swollen.

He traced the contours of Andy’s chest and abs, his tongue delving into the hollow of his navel, drawing a sharp gasp from Andy’s lips.

And when he finally returned to Andy’s cock, it was with a renewed fervor, his mouth a hot, wet haven.

He took it deep into his mouth, his tongue working in tandem with his lips, his hands gripping Andy’s hips to hold him in place.

Matt reveled in the power he held, the way Andy writhed and begged for more beneath him.

With each stroke of his tongue, each suckling kiss, he drove Andy closer and closer to the edge.

Andy’s body arched off the sofa, his fingers tangling in Matt’s hair as he trembled beneath the onslaught of pleasure.

His moans turned into a series of desperate cries, each one driving Matt on with greater intensity.

His breath came in ragged gasps, his fingers tangled in Matt’s hair, guiding, urging him on.

Matt’s own arousal was a hard, insistent throb, but he pushed it aside, focusing solely on Andy’s pleasure. He stroked and sucked with enthusiasm, a willing servant devoted to his master’s ecstasy.

Matt could feel Andy’s orgasm building, the telltale tightening of muscles, the increase in tempo of his hips, the erratic pulse of his cock against Matt’s tongue. And when Andy finally came, it was with a cry that seemed to shake the very air around them.

Matt swallowed every drop, relishing the taste of Andy’s release, the shudders that racked Andy’s body as he rode out the waves of pleasure.

As the intensity of the moment ebbed away, Matt pulled back, a satisfied smile curving his lips as he gazed down at Andy, flushed and panting and utterly debauched. He leaned in to capture Andy’s lips in a tender kiss.

Andy’s eyes fluttered open, a lazy smile spreading across his face as he looked up at Matt. “You,” he said, his voice hoarse and raw, “are a very wicked man.”

Matt chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mirth. “And you, pet, are a delightfully dirty boy who needs constant… attention.”