I swallowed every drop like it was ambrosia, relishing the taste of him. It was like a heady cocktail of pride and satisfaction, and I reveled in it.
“That,” he panted, “was… stellar, pet.”
I smirked. “Glad you enjoyed the show, sir.”
Seventeen
MATT
The sight of Andy in the tub, all pink and wet and wanting, had been too damn tempting. And when those lush lips wrapped around his cock, all thoughts of control deserted him. He’d felt the heat of desire coil low in his gut as Andy’s mouth worked its magic. That blow job had rocked his damn world.
He lifted Andy from the tub, water dripping from his naked body, and cradled him close, possessiveness wrapping around his heart like velvet chain. Matt just couldn’t get enough of the spitfire in his arms.
“You gonna keep your promise, Mr. Caine?” Andy asked, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Bath time’s over; am I gonna see the universe now?”
Matt couldn’t help but chuckle. “I always deliver on my promises, pet. Now grab a towel; we’re moving to the bedroom scene.”
Andy did as he was told, his movements lithe and graceful, even as Matt held him close. Once in the bedroom, Matt dried them both off, taking his time with Andy, reveling in the feel of his smooth skin.
Tossing the towel aside, Matt locked eyes with Andy. “Be a good little pet and climb onto the bed.” He guided Andy, a tingle of anticipation running through him.
With an eagerness that made Matt’s breath catch, Andy climbed onto the bed, crawling on all fours with an enticing sway of his hips, each movement deliberate and provocative. Andy’s ass was a blatant invitation that stirred Matt’s blood into a heated frenzy, and he bit back a groan.
Like a feline in seduction mode, Andy arched his back and threw a teasing glance over his shoulder. “How about a little rough play, Master Caine?” Andy suggested over his shoulder, his voice a seductive purr. “Think you can handle your little pet?”
The cheeky dare ignited a blaze in Matt’s core. He had harbored fantasies, vivid and unexplored, of pushing boundaries to their tantalizing limits. Now, with Andy’s whispered permission, those repressed desires clawed to the surface, eager for release.
Matt chuckled—a deep, resonant sound that filled the room with its promise. “Rough play?” he echoed, his voice dipping into a lower octave that hinted at the dark thrill to come. “You don’t know the half of it, pet.”
Andy’s eyes widened at the promise in Matt’s words. His retort was swift, a challenge wrapped in a playful taunt. “Oh, really? Well, we’ll see just how rough you can get, Master Caine.”
The titleMaster Cainetwisted around Matt’s desire like a key ratcheting tension to the breaking point. Climbing onto the bed with a predatory focus, he mirrored Andy’s earlier crawl—every muscle taut with intent. His eyes never left Andy’s form, each subtle shift and breath noted as if cataloging prey.
“Playing rough starts now,” Matt declared, his voice low and edged with command.
In Andy’s eyes—a maelstrom of excitement tinged with the sweetest hint of trepidation—Matt saw the reflection of his own escalating thrill. The delicate balance between fear and anticipation was an aphrodisiac stronger than any drug, and it spurred Matt on.
Matt was so close, fingertips nearly grazing Andy’s skin when the little devil bolted, a mischievous sprite intent on evading capture. Rolling off the bed with a fluid grace that left Matt momentarily stunned, Andy darted across the room. Over his shoulder, he threw a teasing glance, calling out, “This prey ain’t getting devoured so easily, Master Caine!” His voice was laced with mischief, tempting and teasing with every word.
Matt’s lips curled into a possessive smile. “Oh, but I intend to savor every inch of you, pet.”
The thrill of the chase was like a damn drug, and Andy was his fix. But this big bad wolf always got his prey. Matt’s amusement twisted into something darker and more thrilling. A growl rumbled in his chest, raw and primal. He felt himself growing hard, the anticipation thickening in the air between them. His eyes zeroed in on Andy’s cock—now hard and flushed, evidence that the game excited him too.
“Think you can outrun me?” Matt taunted, his voice rough with desire.
With a roar of playful challenge, he sprang into action, muscles coiling with power as he chased Andy into the living area. His long strides easily closing the distance between them, Matt hauled Andy over his shoulder, reveling in the feel of Andy’s body against his and the surprise yelp that sang from Andy’s mouth.
“Prey caught,” he announced with a wicked grin, his voice tinged with satisfaction. “And now, my little hellcat, it’s time for your devouring.”
Andy’s laughter turned to a breathless moan as Matt deposited him onto the bed with a bounce. But the mischievous glint in his eye remained as he made a feisty attempt to escape, scrambling forward with determination.
Matt, however, was expecting his antics. In two swift strides, he was upon Andy, pinning him down with a force that sent a frisson of raw desire through them both. Andy’s breath hitched as Matt captured his lips in a hungry kiss, their mouths fusing in a savage dance of tongues and teeth.
Matt devoured Andy like a man starved, his tongue plunging and retreating in a relentless assault. He claimed Andy’s mouth as if staking his territory; it was a savage kiss, untamed and fierce, fueled by the growing hardness between them. Each sweep and thrust demanded submission, leaving Andy dazed and breathless.
And Andy? He responded with equal fervor, his cock growing harder against Matt’s belly. The heat between them was molten, their bodies vibrating with shared desire. Every twitch of Andy’s cock against him only intensified Matt’s arousal.
Matt kissed him deeper, harder—teeth grazing lips as he dominated every inch of Andy’s mouth. He could feel Andy melting beneath him, surrendering to the raw passion they shared. Their breaths mingled in heated gasps, each kiss more frantic than the last.
