“Oh, I’m counting on it.” Andy made a show of wrapping the tie around Matt’s growing erection, which responded eagerly to every brush of his fingers. The silk formed a neat bow, a gift waiting to be unwrapped—eventually. “But for now, you’re under new management.”
“And what does this new management have in store?” Matt’s voice was a low purr of anticipation.
Andy straddled him with deliberate grace, letting the borrowed shirt slip from his shoulders. “Let’s just say… I’m implementing some very hands-on policies.”
Matt let out a low chuckle. “You’re enjoying this power trip far too much.”
“Of course I am.” Andy grinned, trailing kisses down Matt’s chest. “It’s not every day I get to put a leash on Leviathan.”
Time lost all meaning as Andy explored every inch of Matt’s body, his tongue and fingers mapping territories they’d claimed many times before. Matt’s hands found their way to Andy’s hair, tangling in the dark strands as he surrendered to the exquisite torment.
Through hooded eyes, Matt watched Andy work his way lower, mesmerized. Unable to resist, he reached out to cup Andy’s ass, his fingers exploring the delicate skin of Andy’s entrance.
Andy lifted his head, mock indignation in his voice. “You’re not supposed to do that. This is my show, remember?”
“Consider it audience participation,” Matt murmured, plunging his fingers deeper.
Andy’s protest dissolved into a moan. “Keep that up, and I’ll have to restrain your hands too.”
“Promises, promises,” Matt teased, but his words cut off as Andy’s tongue found a particularly sensitive spot. The dual sensations of the tie restraining his release and Andy’s clever mouth had him seeing stars.
In one fluid motion, Matt flipped their positions, leaving Andy face down with his ass in the air. “This isn’t how it’s supposed to go,” Andy groaned into the pillows. “I’m supposed to be the master of ceremonies here.”
“Sorry, pet,” Matt growled against Andy’s ear, his hands gripping the firm globes of Andy’s backside. “But your reign as CEO will have to wait. Right now, I have a pressing matter to attend to.”
“That’s corporate espionage,” Andy gasped as Matt’s tongue traced his entrance.
“No,” Matt corrected, pausing his ministrations just long enough to speak. “This is a hostile takeover. And I always get what I want.”
The tie around Matt’s cock tightened with his growing arousal, a sweet torture that only heightened his desire to claim every inch of the young man beneath him. Andy’s attempted coup might have failed, but as Matt’s tongue delved deeper, drawing out those delicious moans, it was clear they were both winning this particular power struggle.
Matt reveled in the power shift, his tongue lavishing Andy’s ass with the same meticulous attention he’d apply to a multimillion-dollar deal. Each stroke was calculated to unravel Andy, to have him coming apart at the seams under Matt’sexpert care. Andy was a hot mess beneath him, breath hitching, hands clutching at the sheets as if they were the only things tethering him to earth.
Satisfied with the state of disarray he’d orchestrated, Matt flipped Andy over without warning, seizing control of the situation. The move caught Andy off guard, and he found himself on his back, eyes sparking with indignant desire. “What— How— That’s cheating!”
“All’s fair in love and war, darling.” Matt’s fingers traced idle patterns on Andy’s heated skin, eyes fixed on his flushed face. “Besides, it’s been a while since I had you at my mercy.”
“Well, that was very… industrial of you.” Andy’s voice trembled, his body ripe for more. “Taking control of the means of production and all that.”
A wicked smile curved Matt’s lips as he gazed at the tempting length before him. “Can’t blame me for wanting my fair share.”
Before Andy could retort, Matt leaned down, taking all of him into his mouth in one smooth stroke. Andy’s fingers dug into the sheets, a strangled gasp escaping his throat as Matt swallowed around him. The sensation was pure, electric bliss. Andy arched off the bed, his hips thrusting uncontrollably.
Matt’s mouth was magic, his tongue and throat working in harmony to drain every ounce of resistance from Andy’s body. Andy’s protests faded into pleas, his body singing under the skill of Matt’s oral devotion. Every slide of Matt’s mouth, every swirl of his tongue, brought him closer to the edge. He was trapped in a vortex of sensation, Matt’s name torn from his lips in a broken chorus.
Matt hummed in response, the vibration sending shock waves through Andy’s entire being. He was lost, adrift in a sea of pleasure, his release building like a tsunami within him. With one final, determined thrust of his hips, Andy spilledhimself into Matt’s waiting mouth. He rode out his climax, Matt drinking him down as if he were the sweetest vintage.
Gasping for breath, Andy collapsed back against the pillows. Matt wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a smug smile on his face as he basked in the postcoital glow. Panting and spent, Andy rode out the waves of his release in Matt’s arms. When their lips met again, Matt shared the taste of Andy with him—a kiss laden with all the evidence of what they’d just shared.
“That,” Andy panted, his voice shaking, “was corporate sabotage of the hottest kind. I should file a complaint with HR.”
“I prefer to think of it as aggressive market penetration.” A sinful smile played on Matt’s lips. “Though I’m open to negotiations for compensation.”
Andy pushed him back, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Oh no, Mr. CEO. Time for some mandatory sensitivity training. I think you need a hands-on demonstration of proper workplace conduct.”
Matt raised an eyebrow, challenge sparking in his steel-gray eyes. “Funny, I don’t remember this clause in my employment contract. Should I call my lawyers?”
With a husky laugh, Andy straddled him, pinning Matt’s wrists above his head. “Consider this a surprise audit of your… assets.”
