Matt’s hand ghosted over my hip, sliding forward to wrap around my newfound erection, giving it a teasing squeeze. His thumb rubbed against the tip, spreading the bead of pre-cum that had formed there. “Look at that,” he purred in a tone dripping with smug satisfaction, his lips brushing my ear. “My cute pet is hard again. How naughty.”
An involuntary moan escaped my lips, part pleasure, part mortification, as I realized how turned on I was.
“Damn it, you arrogant billionaire, I’m starving!” I tried to wriggle free, hoping to ignite some sense of urgency. I wasn’t just saying it for effect; my stomach was literally growling, but so was another part of my anatomy.
Matt chuckled, his breath hot against my neck. “Patience, kitten,” he purred. “Good things come to those who wait. And these things are meant to be savored.”
“But I don’t wanna wait!”
The full-body friction was driving me crazy, igniting every nerve ending I had. My skin felt too tight, and every rub of his cock against mine threatened to send me over the edge. It was a maddening kind of pleasure, and I was perilously close to losing it.
Matt chose that moment to grip my hip and shift his lower body just so, sending a spark of exquisite pleasure straight to my core.
“Oh, fuck!” The expletive ripped from my throat, tearing through the thin veil of resistance that remained.
“Sensitive?” His lips teased the shell of my ear, nipping lightly at the lobe. “I do love how responsive you are.” His words were like a tactile caress.
“Responsive, my ass,” I managed to grunt. “It’s like you wired every nerve ending in my body to you!”
He chuckled, the rumble vibrating through me. “If only you knew, kitten.”
Before I could question that cryptic remark, he guided my face toward his for a kiss, his lips slanting over mine. The kiss alone was enough to tie my insides into knots of longing. It felt like his kiss was pulling something deep from within me, wrapping it around his finger and taking it prisoner. It made mewant to run and hide or scream and beg for more—I couldn’t decide which.
And then he was thrusting between my thighs again, setting off sparks that ricocheted through my body, pooling in my groin. My toes curled at the delicious friction of his hardness against mine, his heavy sac resting against my backside, his breath scorching my neck. My skin flushed hot as he quickened his rhythm and squeezed my cock harder.
I was a writhing, desperate mess beneath him, and that’s when he whispered something that made every hair on my body stand up. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this, my wild cat.”
His words were a final spark to the kindling—I shattered, my hoarse cry muffled by his mouth as he swallowed my frenzied moans. My body pulsed with each devastating stroke, and I surrendered to the white-hot tide that swept me away, my body bowing under his as I basked in the aftershocks.
I lay dazed, feeling Matt’s lips trail kisses down my cheek, his voice rumbling against me. “You’re adorable when you come undone,” he whispered against my lips, amusement laced with tenderness in his voice.
I couldn’t muster the energy for a witty retort. Instead, I let myself bask in the afterglow of what had just happened—shocked by how beautiful it had been despite everything else.
With a final tender kiss, Matt whispered, “Let’s get you something to eat, hmm?”
I nodded numbly, still trying to piece myself back together. I felt wrecked and utterly consumed.
Ten
MATT
The dimly lit ambiance of the Michelin-starred restaurant exuded an air of exclusivity, catering to the city’s wealthiest patrons. Waiters glided through the room with practiced grace, carrying silver trays laden with culinary masterpieces. Matt’s gaze swept across the room, taking in the well-heeled guests adorned in evening attire, before settling on Andy, who sat across from him.
Andy’s eyes were alight with unabashed delight as he savored each bite of the exquisite cuisine before him. The table was a veritable feast, boasting a tantalizing array of dishes that showcased the chef’s mastery of flavor; every detail screamed extravagance.
“Starving, hmm?” Matt commented, a hint of amusement in his voice. “It seems I’ve created a monster with your newfound appreciation for fine dining.”
Andy smirked.
“How’s the steak?” he asked.
“It’s amazing,” Andy mumbled around a mouthful before swallowing.
Matt’s gaze lingered on the faint mark that peeked out from beneath the collar of Andy’s shirt. It was a mark of possession,a reminder of their earlier encounter. The memory stirred something primal in him, but he kept his composure.
“You wanted to eat out,” Matt said, leaning back in his chair. “I hope this meets your expectations.”
Andy nodded vigorously, too busy enjoying another bite to respond verbally. His contentment was evident in every chew and satisfied sigh. Despite himself, Matt found it endearing.
