Page 57 of Chained By Fate (Dark Billionaires: Vegas #1)
Twenty-Three
MATT
M att’s heart thrummed with anticipation as the door finally clicked open.
The sight that greeted him nearly stopped it altogether.
There stood Andy, disheveled and debauched, the silk restrainer still wrapped snugly around his erection, the base of the vibrating butt plug peeking out from his behind.
His cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, his eyes glazed with a cocktail of frustration and desire.
Andy’s legs trembled, threatening to give way beneath him, and he shot Matt a glare that was all bark and no bite. “You’ve got to fix me,” he demanded breathlessly, his voice tinged with a petulance that only made him more endearing. “I’m… I’m broken. Take responsibility for what you did to me.”
Matt’s chuckle rumbled deep in his chest as he effortlessly scooped Andy up into his arms. “Oh, I’ll take responsibility alright,” he murmured, his voice a husky promise against Andy’s ear. “I’ll fix you good, pet.”
Carrying Andy to the bed, Matt laid him down with a gentleness that belied the fierce need coursing through his veins.
He plucked the phone from Andy’s hand, setting it aside on the bedside table, out of reach and forgotten.
Then, with a hunger that couldn’t be sated, he claimed Andy’s lips in a scorching kiss, their mouths moving together in a dance of passion and need.
The vibrator continued its incessant hum, causing Andy’s body to jerk and twitch beneath Matt’s.
He found the sight utterly enchanting, the way Andy’s hips bucked and his breath hitched with each pulse of the toy.
Matt deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping into Andy’s mouth, exploring and claiming every inch.
Their tongues dueled in a fervent tango, a sensual battle that Matt relished. He poured every ounce of his longing into the kiss, until he finally released Andy’s swollen lips, leaving the young man panting and dazed, his eyes glazed with lust.
“Please, Matt,” he begged, his voice ragged at the edges. “Take it out. I can’t… I need you to fuck me. Hard and hot… again and again… until I see stars.”
Matt’s lips curved into a wicked smile. He leaned down, capturing Andy’s lips in a gentler kiss, one that promised filthy, beautiful things.
“I’ll fuck you until you see stars, little spitfire,” he promised, his voice a low growl.
“Until your pretty cock is weeping and your ass is a messy, beautiful wreck with my cum.”
The dirty talk made Andy squirm, his hips bucking up in a silent plea for more.
Matt obliged, gently maneuvering Andy until his ass was presented invitingly in the air.
With a flick of his wrist, he turned off the vibrator and slowly withdrew it from Andy’s body.
The younger man let out a low, needy moan, his ass clenching around the emptiness left behind.
Matt’s gaze devoured the sight of Andy spread before him, ripe for the taking.
The young man’s body was a canvas of desire, flushed with the heat of their impending union.
Matt traced a path of kisses down the curve of Andy’s back, each one a whispered promise of decadent things to come.
He nipped playfully at the firm mounds of Andy’s buttocks, eliciting a sharp gasp followed by a low, throaty moan that vibrated through Matt’s core.
With a devilish glint in his eyes, Matt leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to each of Andy’s reddened cheeks before he delved deeper, his tongue dancing along the cleft of Andy’s ass.
He teased and toyed with the sensitive pucker, each flick and swirl of his tongue sending Andy into shudders of ecstasy, his groans filling the room.
The taste of Andy’s arousal was intoxicating, a heady blend of sweet and musk that drove Matt wild with need.
His cock throbbed against the confines of his jeans, aching to be freed.
With a swift motion, Matt rid himself of his jeans, his erection springing forth, proud and eager.
He took a moment to stroke himself, his fingers gliding over the slick head of his cock, savoring the anticipation that crackled in the air.
Positioning Andy so that his back was to Matt’s chest, he leaned in, his breath hot against Andy’s ear. “Are you ready for me, little spitfire?” he purred, his voice a low thrum of lust. “Ready to feel me stretching you, filling you up?”
Andy’s response was a fervent nod, his body undulating with need, practically begging to be filled. Matt chuckled, the sound dark and seductive as he lifted one of Andy’s legs, exposing the glistening pink entrance that beckoned him.
With one hand on Andy’s hip to steady him, Matt aligned his cock with Andy’s tight hole and, with a single fluid stroke, buried himself to the hilt. The sensation of Andy’s body yielding to him, enveloping him in wet heat, was exquisite torture.
Andy’s body jerked with the sudden intrusion, his head rolling back against Matt’s chest as a moan of pure, unadulterated pleasure escaped his lips. His body clenched around Matt’s cock, a silky vise that seemed to pull Matt even deeper.
Matt began to move, his hips snapping forward with a rhythm that was both fierce and tender, each thrust punctuated by the sharp, sexy gasps that tore from Andy’s throat.
The sight of Andy impaled on his cock was a vision of erotic perfection. Matt’s hands roamed Andy’s body, fingers pinching and rolling the young man’s nipples, adding another layer of sensation to the maelstrom of pleasure that threatened to consume them both.
Matt’s pace quickened, his cock driving into Andy with brutal, beautiful intensity.
The sound of their bodies meeting in a frenzy of desire filled the room.
Andy’s body moved in perfect sync with Matt’s, his ass greedily taking each punishing thrust, his own bounded cock hard and leaking against his stomach.
The pleasure was sharp, almost painful in its intensity, as Matt fucked Andy with wild abandon. Each stroke, each desperate kiss, each whispered filth brought them closer to the precipice, their bodies entwined in a wild tango.
Matt’s fingers dug into the flesh of Andy’s hips, holding him in place as he drove into him over and over.
The sound of their bodies coming together filled the room, a symphony of skin on skin, punctuated by the sweet, desperate noises that fell from Andy’s lips.
The sight of Andy, his body jerking forward delicately with each thrust, his nipples hard and his back arched, was enough to push Matt over the edge.
Matt was a man who prided himself on control, but as his orgasm approached, it was as if a tempest raged within him, threatening to sweep away all semblance of restraint.
His body was a taut bowstring, vibrating with the tension of impending release.
The sensation of Andy’s tight, slick heat around his cock was an exquisite torment, each thrust stoking the flames of his desire higher and higher.
With a guttural growl that seemed to emanate from the very depths of his soul, Matt came undone.
His climax tore through him, hot and fierce.
He spilled himself into Andy, each pulse of his cock sending another jet of his seed deep inside the younger man.
The intensity of it was blinding, a supernova of pleasure that left him momentarily spent, his body shuddering with the aftershocks.
Yet, even as the last waves of his orgasm receded, the sight of Andy, wanton and desperate, stirred the embers of his desire back to a roaring blaze. His cock, as if possessed by a will of its own, remained hard and insistent, buried to the hilt in Andy’s willing body.
With a fluid motion, Matt maneuvered Andy onto his back, lifting the boy’s legs over his shoulders.
The new position afforded him an even deeper penetration, and he wasted no time in resuming his ruthless rhythm.
Each thrust was a powerful, driving force that lifted Andy’s ass off the bed, eliciting pants and cries of pleasure that were music to Matt’s ears.
The silk restrainer around Andy’s cock was soaked through with his arousal, the fabric darkened with the evidence of his need.
The sight was incredibly erotic, and it pleased Matt to no end to see Andy so utterly debauched, so completely under his control.
The knowledge that he could drive Andy to such heights of desire was a potent aphrodisiac, fueling his own arousal to new heights.
“Please… Matt…” Andy begged, his voice raw with need. “Release me… I need to come… so badly.”
Andy’s pleas fell on deaf ears as Matt continued to fuck him with unyielding intensity.
The young man’s cock strained against the silk bondage, the sight of it only serving to turn Matt on even more.
He reveled in the control he had over Andy, in the way the younger man’s body responded to his touch, his thrusts.
As Matt continued to fuck Andy with long, hard strokes, he felt the familiar tightening in his balls, the signal that another orgasm was imminent, a slow, inexorable tide that threatened to overwhelm him.
With a deep, powerful thrust, he came again, filling Andy to the brim with his hot seed.
The sensation was intoxicating, and Matt couldn’t help but chuckle at the string of curses, laced with frustration and desperate need, that fell from Andy’s lips, a sure sign of his own impending release.
He delighted in the dirty words, a stark contrast to Andy’s usual fiery wit.
The dichotomy was intoxicating, and Matt found himself drunk on the power he held over Andy’s pleasure.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of exquisite torment, Matt decided it was time. He reached down and released the restrainer. Andy’s erection sprang free from the silk prison, hard and weeping, the sight of it enough to make Matt’s own cock twitch with renewed interest.