The room filled with the sounds of their hunger—moans and growls and the wet slide of lips against lips. Matt felt himself losing control, consumed by the need to claim and possess every part of Andy.
Andy’s body arched beneath him, pressing closer as if trying to merge their flesh into one. His hands clutched at Matt’s shoulders, nails digging in as he matched every thrust of Matt’s tongue with eager acceptance. The intensity left them bothtrembling on the edge—lost in a tempest of raw desire that threatened to consume them whole.
Matt finally released Andy’s lips, drawing back to admire his handiwork. Andy lay beneath him, breathless and dazed, eyes sparkling with a mix of challenge and surrender. His chest heaved, and a soft whimper escaped his swollen lips. Matt knew the little hellcat wanted more. Pinning Andy’s wrists above his head, Matt imprisoned him with a burning gaze.
“Ready to be devoured, pet?” he murmured, his voice a gravelly promise.
Andy could only nod, his expression a blend of anticipation and surrender. Matt’s hands tightened their hold, pinning Andy firmly against the bed. His gaze swept over Andy’s flushed skin, each inch of exposed flesh an invitation he couldn’t refuse.
With deliberate slowness, Matt lowered his head, his mouth trailing wet kisses down Andy’s neck. He nipped and sucked at the tender skin, leaving a trail of reddened marks in his wake. Andy’s breath hitched, a delicious sound that urged Matt onward.
When he reached Andy’s chest, Matt paused to savor the sight of those pert nipples standing at attention. He took one into his mouth, sucking hard enough to elicit a sharp cry from Andy. The sound was music to Matt’s ears, spurring him to suck harder, as if determined to draw milk from the very depths of Andy’s soul.
Andy’s body arched off the bed, trembling beneath Matt’s ministrations. “Fuck!” he gasped out, voice thick with pleasure.
Matt released the nipple with a wet pop and said in amusement, “Seems someone likes a little nip with their pleasure.”
Andy’s response was a glare but the potency was doused by that cute trembling in pleasure that only stirred Matt even more.
Far from done playing with his little pet, Matt shiftedto the other perky nipple, giving it equal attention. He licked and bit at the sensitive flesh until Andy was writhing beneath him, each groan and squirm stoking Matt’s lust even hotter.
The sight of Andy so undone was a heady aphrodisiac. Matt couldn’t get enough; he needed more—more of those breathless cries, more of that delicious trembling.
His lips trailed lower still, kissing down Andy’s taut abdomen until he reached the prize that awaited him. With no preamble, Matt took Andy’s throbbing cock into his mouth, swallowing him down with an eager hunger that left no room for mercy.
The response was immediate and electrifying. Andy’s hips bucked wildly as a strangled cry tore from his throat—whether in protest or encouragement, Matt couldn’t tell, and he didn’t care. The sight of Andy wild and wanton beneath him was a powerful aphrodisiac.
He worked Andy’s cock with eager expertise, sucking and teasing, tongue dancing and swirling until Andy was a writhing, panting mess. Andy’s cries filled the room, a chorus of pleas and profanities that only served to heighten Matt’s pleasure.
Andy cried out again—a desperate sound that filled the room as Matt sucked and toyed with his length. His tongue swirled around the tip before diving back down to take him deep once more. Andy’s hips bucked uncontrollably, hands fisting in the sheets as he panted and begged incoherently.
Whether it was pleas for more or cries for mercy didn’t matter; all that mattered was driving Andy wild with pleasure. And wild he was—every moan and shudder sending electric thrills through Matt’s veins.
Matt hollowed his cheeks, sucking hard as he bobbed his head up and down. With one hand, he caressed Andy’s balls, rolling and massaging them, while his other hand pumped the base of Andy’s cock in time with his mouth’s rhythm.
The sensation overwhelmed Andy, who was now a boneless tangle of limbs, thrusting erratically. “Oh God, oh God, oh fuck!” His cries echoed through the room, a symphony of pleasure and torment as Matt drove him toward the edge.
He worked Andy’s cock with ruthless skill—sucking harder, teasing with his tongue until every coherent thought left Andy’s mind. His body writhed beneath Matt’s hold, teetering on the edge of ecstasy.
Finally, Andy’s back arched so sharply that Matt thought he might break, and with a strangled yell, he came. Thick ropes of cum coated Matt’s tongue, the salty taste of Andy’s release flooding his senses. Andy’s body went rigid as he rode out his climax, stars surely dancing behind his tightly closed eyelids.
Matt watched as Andy came, his eyes drinking in the sight with a ravenous hunger. Andy’s face twisted in ecstasy, mouth open in a silent scream, cheeks flushed a delicious pink, a sheen of sweat making his skin glow. The way his lashes fluttered and his body tensed, Matt could have sworn he’d never seen anything more beautiful. He was a vision of erotic splendor, and it drove Matt wild.
The raw, uninhibited look of bliss on Andy’s face was a trigger—a primal signal that unleashed something feral inside Matt. He needed to claim him, to mark this moment as their own. As Andy shuddered through the throes of his orgasm, Matt moved with swift precision.
He plunged his hard cock into Andy’s asshole in one fluid motion, timing it perfectly with the crest of Andy’s climax. The tight heat enveloped him instantly, squeezing like a velvet vise that sent shudders of pleasure through Matt’s body.
Andy cried out, his voice hitching beautifully as he took Matt’s length. “Oh fuck—Matt!” His breathless exclamation was music to Matt’s ears.
Matt pinned Andy down, imprisoning those slender wrists above his head with one hand. His grip was firm but possessive—a clear message of who was in control. With the other hand, he held Andy’s hip steady as he began to thrust.
He drove into Andy hot and fast, each movement fueled by an untamed need. The bed creaked beneath them as Matt pounded into him with unflagging force. He could feel the slick walls of Andy’s ass gripping him tightly, each stroke sending waves of pleasure radiating through his core.
Each thrust elicited a new cry from Andy, his voice hitching as he struggled to process the onslaught of pleasure. His face was a portrait of ecstasy, his features contorting with each impact, eyes clenched shut as he surrendered to the raw passion between them.
The sounds that escaped Andy were intoxicating—a series of gasps and moans that spurred Matt on. He loved how Andy trembled beneath him, every quiver and shake adding to the wildness of their coupling.
“You’re so fucking tight,” Matt growled into Andy’s ear, his voice rough with desire. He thrust harder, deeper—each movement designed to push Andy further into ecstasy.
