His chuckle was pure sin as he began unbuttoning his shirt. But I stopped him with a playful hand on his chest.
“Hold up there, hot stuff,” I said, my voice dripping with playful authority. “This establishment has a strict dress code. As in, no dress at all.”
Matt’s smirk widened into a full-blown smile as he took a step back. “Someone’s feeling bossy today.” He made a show of stripping off his remaining clothes, each movement deliberately calculated to drive me wild.
When he finally stood naked before me, I couldn’t help but stare in appreciation. His body was a masterpiece—broad shoulders, hard planes of muscle, and that breathtaking dragon tattoo that seemed to come alive with his movements. The mythical beast curled around his left shoulder, its head resting below his collarbone, scales shimmering as if they were real, while delicate flower designs softened its fierce appearance.
“Happy now, your highness?”
I shifted my position, letting my toe trace teasingly along his length. “Well, would you look at that? Someone’s brought their own breakfast sausage to the party.”
His eyes, dark with desire, flicked to my own throbbing erection. “Says the one who’s already up for seconds,” he shot back, voice rough with need.
“What can I say?” I purred. “I’ve got a healthy appetite.”
Then his lips were on mine again, effectively silencing any more clever quips I might have had. And as our tongues tangled in another passionate dance, I decided that sometimes actions spoke louder than words anyway.
His hands roamed my body with an urgency that spoke of his need to possess me completely. I lost myself in the whirlwind of sensations: the heady taste of him, the feel of his skin under my fingertips, the way his muscles rippled as I traced the ridges of his spine.
Matt broke our kiss, his eyes dark with promise as he trailed hot kisses down my body. Each press of his lips was like a brand, marking me as his own. When he reached my nipples, he paused, teasing them into tight peaks with his clever tongue until I was squirming beneath him, my body arching into his touch.
“Well, well,” he murmured against my heated skin, “looks like I found your power switches.”
“Congratulations,” I gasped as he nipped particularly hard, my fingers clutching at his shoulders. “You’ve officially mastered the art of turning me into a live wire.”
His chuckle vibrated through my chest as he continued his journey south, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. His tongue traced intricate patterns on my stomach, making my muscles jump and twitch under his attention.
“Is this—ah!—your idea of foreplay or torture?” I managed between moans as his talented mouth worked its magic.
“Consider it a thorough inspection,” he purred, his breath hot against my skin as he moved lower. “Quality control is very important.”
His eyes locked with mine as he descended, the heat in his gaze making my breath catch. When he finally reached my aching cock, his tongue darted out to taste the tip, drawing a desperate moan from my throat.
“Then by all means,” I whimpered as his tongue flicked out to taste me again, “inspect away.”
He smirked up at me. “So generous of you to offer yourself up for testing.”
When he finally took me into his mouth in one smooth motion, the wet heat of his paradise had me seeing stars. His tongue worked me with expert precision as he bobbed his head, each movement calculated to drive me wild. My fingers found their way into his hair, holding on as pleasure coursed through my veins.
“Jesus, Matt,” I groaned as he added his fingers to the mix, teasing my entrance with featherlight touches. “Where did you learn to—oh God—do that?”
He pulled off just long enough to shoot me a wicked grin, his fingers still working me open. “Natural talent. Plus extensive practical research.”
“Lucky me,” I gasped, my head falling back as he slipped another finger inside. “Though your sample size might be skewing your results—ah!”
“Trust me,” he murmured, his fingers doing sinful things inside me while his mouth returned to my cock, “you’re exceeding all expectations.”
His fingers and mouth worked in perfect harmony, stretching and teasing until I was a quivering mess on the countertop. Each thrust of his fingers sent sparks of pleasureshooting through me, while his tongue traced patterns that had me gripping the edge of the counter for support.
When my orgasm finally hit, it was with a cry that probably had the neighbors filing noise complaints. Matt swallowed every drop, his throat working around me as he milked my release for all it was worth. When he finally pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes were molten with desire.
“Delicious,” he purred, pulling me into a deep kiss that let me taste myself on his tongue. “Though I believe it’s time for the main event.”
“What, that was just the appetizer?” I managed between pants, my body still trembling from aftershocks.
“Pet,” he growled, positioning himself at my entrance, his cock hot and hard against me, “that was just the warm-up.”
With one smooth thrust, he filled me completely, drawing a gasp from my lips. My arms wrapped around his neck, clinging to him as he gave me time to adjust to his size. The stretch was exquisite, that perfect blend of pleasure and pressure that only Matt could provide.
