He drove into Andy harder, faster, their bodies slamming together in a frenzied rhythm. It was a dance as old as time, but Matt couldn’t deny that there was something uniquely exhilarating about this particular dance partner.
Andy’s body shook beneath him, every muscle taut with pleasure. His head tossed from side to side as he struggled toprocess the overload of sensations. Matt loved witnessing his surrender, the way his face contorted with a mixture of ecstasy and torment.
Matt could barely suppress a grin as Andy swore at him. “You horny beast,” he spat, his words slurred by the waves of pleasure crashing over him.
Another torrent of curses came, Andy’s voice hoarse, raw, and desperate. With every profanity that spilled from those perfect lips, Matt only felt hot, dark desire fueling a primal urge to mark and claim.
He drove into Andy even harder and faster, each thrust calculated to push the younger man to the brink. The sight of Andy beneath him—shuddering, quivering with each powerful stroke—was intoxicating.
Matt’s eyes roved over Andy’s flushed face, noting the way his light-brown eyes flickered with a golden sheen under the light, how his ebony hair stuck to his sweat-slicked forehead. Every reaction was a testament to their chemistry—a silent symphony of need and desire.
He felt Andy’s cock straining between them, trapped and desperate for release. With a growl, Matt pressed down on him, crushing their bodies together and squeezing Andy’s cock between their heated skin.
Andy cried out, his voice breaking with a mix of pleasure and pain. “Fuck!” The expletive was music to Matt’s ears—a raw declaration of the power he held over Andy’s body.
Matt answered with another powerful thrust, driving them both over the edge. Andy’s body tensed beneath him, his back arching off the bed as he came with a guttural moan. Hot spurts of nectar coated their stomachs, the evidence of Andy’s surrender mingling with the sweat on their skin.
The sight of Andy’s release—his face contorted in ecstasy, eyes glazed over—was Matt’s undoing. With a low growl, he lethimself go, flooding Andy’s insides with his seed. The sensation was exquisite—each pulse sending ripples of pleasure through his entire being.
As he emptied himself inside Andy, Matt felt a profound sense of satisfaction wash over him. It wasn’t just the physical release—it was the way their bodies fit together so perfectly, the undeniable chemistry that sparked between them with every touch. Their connection went beyond the physical, and in that moment, Matt felt an intense rush of ownership and possession that was both thrilling and terrifying.
Utterly pleased, Matt stayed buried inside Andy for a moment longer, savoring the connection they shared. He watched as Andy’s breathing slowly returned to normal, his eyes fluttering open to meet Matt’s gaze.
Matt leaned down, placing a tender kiss on Andy’s forehead—a silent acknowledgment of the bond they’d forged in those moments of heated passion.
Eleven
ANDY
Breathless, I lay sprawled on the bed, my heart hammering against my rib cage. My whole body was tingling, every nerve ending alive and hyper-aware after the earth-shattering release. I couldn’t wrap my head around it—being fucked in the ass could be this mind-blowingly pleasurable? My past experiences with bastard Herbert were a far cry from this. They were all pain, humiliation, and a deep, sickening revulsion. Then again, those were… But this…
With Matt… it was something else entirely. It was like floating on a cloud, like he unlocked some hidden realm of ecstasy I never knew existed, or whatever poetic nonsense people say when they feel something extraordinary. Every thrust, every brush of his fingers, set my nerves alight in the most delicious way. It was heavenly.
But I’d be damned if I let that arrogant prick know just how much he rocked my world. I narrowed my eyes at him, aiming to look menacing rather than thoroughly debauched in my post-coital haze.
“You’re a beast,” I snapped, my voice still thick and raspy. “Do that again and you’ll really kill me.”
Matt chuckled, the rich sound sending another shiver down my spine. “I promise you won’t die from an orgasm, pup.” His eyes glinted with amusement and something darker, more possessive.
Scowling, I pushed him away and shifted to get off the bed, needing space to gather myself. My body still tingled with residual pleasure, but my mind screamed for some semblance of control. Finally, it was over and I could breathe easy. The clock showed it was nearly midnight, and I yearned for the sweet release of sleep.
Just as I swung one leg over the edge of the bed, Matt’s arm snaked around my waist and yanked me back onto the mattress. My eyes widened in shock.
“What the?—?”
Matt smiled, a mix of satisfaction and mischief on his gorgeous face. “Where do you think you’re going, darling? We’re not done yet.” Matt’s voice was like honey laced with arsenic, smooth and deadly.
My eyes widened, surprise and shock playing tag on my face. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered, finding myself in Matt’s arms again, his grip firm and unyielding. “We just did it. Surely you’re satisfied?”
Matt’s chuckle rumbled through his chest, a dark symphony of amusement and something more primal. “Satisfied? Yes. Sated? Not even close.”
Before I could muster a retort, Matt flipped me onto my back with a swift, effortless motion. His lips captured mine in a searing kiss, silencing my protests. My hands shot up to push against his broad shoulders, but it was akin to moving a mountain. His lips devoured mine, demanding and unrelenting. The kiss was intense—no, it was consuming. It felt like he was branding me with every swipe of his tongue, every nip of histeeth. My mind spun in a whirlpool of sensation, leaving me thoroughly dazed and breathless.
Matt pulled back just enough to murmur against my swollen lips, his eyes sparkling with wicked intent. “You’re so fucking cute.”
My mind barely had time to process his words before he was pushing his massive cock into my ass again. The sudden invasion made me cry out. “Fuck!” The exclamation tore from my throat as my body shuddered under the overwhelming feeling—hot and hard, filling me completely. It was intense, almost too much, but my body shuddered and squirmed, yearning for more even as my mind spun in disbelief. I could feel every inch of him as he thrust into me with deliberate slowness, making me ache for more.
Then he started thrusting hard and fast, each powerful stroke hitting that special spot inside me that had pleasure shooting through my veins like wildfire. My back arched off the bed as each thrust sent me to the moon and back.
