Page 42 of Chained By Fate (Dark Billionaires: Vegas #1)
Eighteen
ANDY
I gazed at Matt, my eyes drifting to his crotch where his hard cock jutted out like it had a mind of its own. My hand moved of its own accord, rubbing against that deliciously stiff length.
“You know,” I began, my voice laced with mischief, “my body isn’t the only thing that needs constant attention.” My fingers danced over the bulge of his desire. “This,” I said, giving his erection a playful squeeze, “needs some love too.”
His eyes darkened with lust. I grabbed his hand and guided it to my ass. “And this,” I continued, pressing his digit against my entrance, “needs that kind of attention, preferably with this,” I added, rubbing him through the material that barely contained his need.
Matt’s smirk widened. “That cute little asshole of yours must be quite dirty, then,” he said, his eyes darkening with the kind of hunger that made my heart race. “Lucky for you, I’ve got the perfect tool for the job.”
Before I could retort, he pulled me to him with a force that left me breathless, his lips crashing against mine in a passionate kiss, our tongues tangling in a heated dance.
Before I knew it, I was on all fours on the sofa, my body trembling with anticipation.
I looked over my shoulder, my eyes locked on his as I waited for him to free himself and plunge into me.
But Matt had other ideas.
He picked up a jug of juice and slowly poured it down my back, the cool liquid pooling in the cleft of my ass. I gasped at the sensation, the chill of it making me shudder and my own need grow harder.
Matt’s eyes glinted with dark desire as he leaned in. “This servant,” he said, his voice husky as he knelt behind me, “is going to clean this prince’s ass.”
The dirty talk sent a bolt of arousal through me, turning me on even more.
Then his mouth was on me, lapping up the juice with long, deliberate strokes that made me moan in pleasure.
I couldn’t help but wonder if the juice changed the taste, made it sweeter.
The thought of doing the same to him, of tasting him with the added kick of something different, sent a thrill through me.
Matt must have felt my body’s reaction, because he pulled back just enough to lean over and capture my lips in a searing kiss. “What’s that naughty thought you just had?” he asked, his breath mingling with mine.
I smirked at him, my eyes twinkling with mischief. “Maybe you’ll find out… next time.”
Matt’s chuckle was rich and deep. “Guess I will then,” he said, the corners of his lips curling up, his voice thick with anticipation. “And I’m betting it’s going to be worth the wait.”
With a swift, fluid motion, Matt rose to his feet and began to peel off his clothes, revealing his sculpted body inch by tantalizing inch.
My breath hitched as I watched him, his golden skin glowing in the soft light, the dragon tattoo seeming to come alive with each movement.
He stood before me, gloriously naked, his erection jutting out proudly.
He gestured for me to lie back on the sofa, and I obliged, watching him with a mix of anticipation and sheer awe.
“I like it this way,” he said as he positioned himself before me, his stormy eyes roaming over my body with an intensity that made my skin tingle.
“I can see all of you—your face, your body… and this.” His gaze flickered down to my own arousal with unabashed hunger.
A blush crept over my cheeks, the heat from it probably enough to warm the entire domed garden. Matt’s chuckle came again, this time laced with something tender as he leaned in and kissed me sweetly.
“Let’s get this prince’s cute little ass all nice and clean, shall we?” he whispered against my lips, his voice laced with a wicked kind of promise. Before I could respond, he aligned himself with my entrance and plunged in with one swift, sure motion.
The moment I felt him, a delicious shudder rippled through my body. It was like being struck by lightning—electrifying and entirely too much to handle all at once.
“Your prince hole is so tight,” Matt murmured as he started moving within me. “It’s going to be a hard job getting it pristine… but pleasure is part of the service.”
His thrusts picked up speed—hot, hard, fast—and he gathered me into his arms. I clung to him, my own arms and legs wrapping around his powerful frame like vines on an ancient oak.
“Your tool… is doing a… spectacular job,” I managed between gasps.
Matt grinned against my neck. “This tool is magic—it knows exactly where to find that spot which causes all the… dirt.”
As if on cue, he hit that spot within me. My vision blurred with stars; my breath caught in my throat.
“See?” His voice was thick with satisfaction.
“It’s more… beast… than tool,” I countered breathlessly as he continued his relentless pace. “It’s hot and… hard and?—”
“Magical,” Matt interjected with another thrust that sent sparks flying from every nerve ending. “Just wait and see… something wonderful is about to happen.”
I was spiraling, falling, flying—all at once. Each of Matt’s thrusts felt like a promise, a vow delivered with a potency that left me dizzy. His cock, hot and hard and insistent, was a relentless tide crashing against the shores of my sanity, eroding my ability to form coherent thoughts.
“Fuck… Matt…” I gasped, my fingers clawing at the taut muscles of his back. “You’re going to… break me… apart.”
He silenced me with a kiss, his lips hot and hard against mine, his tongue sweeping into my mouth with the same fervor as his cock plundered my depths.
Our tongues danced and dueled in a frenzy of passion, and I could taste the raw, unbridled desire that matched my own.
I was teetering on the edge of an abyss, a chasm of pleasure so intense it was almost frightening.
I felt him everywhere, his presence as overwhelming as the pleasure that bordered on pain.
“Matt, I’m… I’m gonna—” The words were cut off by a strangled moan as a white-hot surge of pleasure ripped through me. My body arched, my muscles coiling tightly as I came, spurting my release against the chiseled plane of his abdomen.
But Matt was unyielding. His cock was still buried deep inside me, claiming me, every fierce thrust a hunger that seemed insatiable. “See? Something wonderful did happen,” he said against my lips, a smug note of satisfaction in his voice.
I managed a laugh, my breath ragged. “Something good, yes… and I want more.”
My body was still humming with pleasure, my cock twitching with the aftershocks of my release, but I was far from sated. I wanted more of him, more of this wild, unbridled passion that consumed us both.
His chuckle was a dark, delicious sound that vibrated through me, a sound that was both thrilling and terrifying in its intensity.
“Greedy boy,” he murmured, his thrusts growing even more fervent, pushing me harder against the sofa, my body writhing beneath him.
“But your wish is my command, my dear prince,” he growled, and with a swift motion, he flipped us over so that I was on my back, my legs draped over his shoulders as he drove into me even harder and hotter than before.
The new angle sent shock waves of pleasure coursing through me, and I could feel another orgasm building, a storm gathering force within the depths of my being. My body arched up to meet his, my hips moving in a primal rhythm that matched his own.
I came again, my release seeming to go on forever as I buried my face against the crook of his neck, my cries of pleasure lost in the maelstrom of sensation that engulfed us both. My vision whited out, my mind blank save for the feel of Matt’s body against mine, his cock buried deep within me.
Matt’s movements became erratic, his thrusts growing short and sharp before he too found his release, spurting his seed deep inside me. The sensation of his cock pulsing within my ass sent aftershocks of pleasure coursing through my body.
The afterglow of our lovemaking lingered like the scent of jasmine in the air, sweet and heady.
Dazed and deliciously spent, I found myself draped over Matt like a particularly satisfied cat.
His lips, those wonderful, wicked things, found mine again, and I kissed him with a languid wantonness that spoke of the sated contentment humming through my veins.
His arms encircled me, strong and sure, and he lifted me. I clung to him, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, my arms around his neck, as he maneuvered us onto the plush cushions of the sofa, and I found myself straddling him, his still-hard cock nestled snugly against my ass.
When our kiss broke, I was breathless all over again, my heart thrumming against my rib cage. Matt’s stormy eyes twinkled with mischief as he looked up at me, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
“Show me how a prince rides his stallion,” he purred, the command in his voice sending a jolt of arousal straight to my core.
I couldn’t help but grin, feeling the impish spark of wit flicker to life within me. “Oh, this prince will show you how he rides his magnificent stallion alright,” I retorted, my voice dripping with wicked delight. “I’ll ride that beast until it weeps with joy and showers me with its magical seed.”
Matt threw his head back and laughed, a full-throated, genuinely amused sound that rumbled through his chest and into mine. “You are indeed one impish prince,” he said, his eyes gleaming with approval. “And I wouldn’t have you any other way.”
With his cock still buried deep within me, I began to move.
I started with slow, deliberate rolls of my hips, savoring the sensation of him inside me, the way his girth stretched and filled me so completely.
I braced my hands against the broad expanse of his chest, my fingers splayed wide as I found my rhythm.