Page 82 of Various Intentions

“Close.Close!”Vincent gasped.

Matteo withdrew and picked up the remote, switching the toy off.

Vincent fought for control as we watched, his body tense, his head down in concentration. Clear fluid dripped down the side of his standing dick in tantalizing trails.

He rested his head on his hands and sighed, a sheen of sweat glistening on the back of his neck. “Fuuuuck.”

“Close one?” I said.

“So close,” Vincent confessed, rubbing his head against his forearm. “It’s easier when my hands are restrained. I just want to jerk it. It’s so hard to keep my hands off.”

“Is that so?” I said, without an ounce of sympathy. “You’re doing just fine.”

“Yes, Sir,” Vincent muttered.

Matteo repeated his actions, bringing Vincent close to the edge again and again, until Vincent’s voice grew hoarse from the sounds he was making, and he struggled to keep from dropping to the mattress and rutting against it. But he was a good boy and didn’t give in.

Finally, Matteo wrapped his fingers around Vincent’s cock and jerked it relentlessly, causing Vincent to curse and yell as he came violently over Matteo’s fist, shooting ropes of jizz onto the bedspread as I leaned forward to observe.

“Holy fuck, Vincent. That was epic.”

Vincent groaned with exhaustion as he rode the aftershocks as his orgasm waned. Matteo wiggled the base of the still-vibrating plug.

“Oh, God,” Vincent muttered, collapsing to the bed. “Turn it off. Turn it off.”

“What’s the magic word?” Matteo said with a mischievous smile.

“Stitches.”

Matteo turned off the vibrations and eased the plug out of Vincent’s ass.

“I was going for ‘please’, but that works. Sorry.”

“No, you’re not,” Vincent muttered. “Fuck you.”

“He gets nasty after he gets what he wants,” I commented.

“Fuck!” Vincent swore then glared at me. “What the hell?”

I raised my eyebrows.

He swallowed and licked his lips. “I mean, what the hell,Sir?”

I lifted my hands. “What?”

Then Vincent glanced at Matteo and arched like a cat before rolling onto his side, exhausted.

“Ooh, you are channeling kitty vibes right now, Vincent,” I said.

“Hmph,” Vincent muttered.

I glanced at Matteo, who smiled.

I clicked my tongue. “You want to be a grumpy kitty, fine. But you come over here and thank Matteo.”

The naked planes of Vincent’s back lifted as he sighed, but he pushed himself up and slid sinuously off the bed onto his knees, crawling to Matteo with exaggerated, cat-like movements. He met Matteo’s gaze with seditious intent.

“Oh, hell,” Matteo breathed, his hand pressed against his erection over the cotton of his boxers as his young conquest approached.