“See?” he said, feigning innocence. “There’s still a bit of… mess here.” His smirk widened as he added, “A good servant must ensure everything is pristine.”
Andy swallowed hard, his chest rising and falling rapidly with each teasing stroke and click of Matt’s tongue.
The sight of Andy’s undoing was too delicious a temptation for Matt to resist. With a growl of desire, he took Andy’s cock into his mouth, savoring the taste of skin and arousal. His tongue swirled around the head, teasing the sensitive underside, while his hand worked the shaft with firm, rhythmic strokes.
Andy’s moans grew louder, his body writhing beneath Matt’s skilled attention. The pleasure was evident on his flushed face, his lips parted in a silent cry for more.
Matt couldn’t help himself; he needed Andy totally bare for his thoroughcleaning. With a swift motion, he pulled Andy’s jeans off completely, carelessly tossing them aside.
“My, my, you’re dirty all over,” Matt said with a chuckle, his eyes roaming over Andy’s naked form. He made quick work of Andy’s shirt, adding it to the growing pile of discarded clothing.
Now completely exposed, Andy reclined on the sofa, his body spread out like a feast for the senses, a prince awaiting his servant’s care.
Matt sat back for a moment, admiring the view. Then with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he reached for the jug of cool drink that sat on the coffee table.
Andy watched him with curiosity, his breath hitching as Matt raised the jug. With a flick of his wrist, Matt poured it over Andy’s body in a cascade of sparkling liquid, the cool drink dripping from his chest down to his hard cock.
Andy gasped, his body jolting at the sudden chill, but then he threw his head back and laughed, the sound pure and joyous. It was a sight to behold—Andy’s eyes sparkling, his laughter echoing through the garden, the droplets catching the sunlight like a thousand tiny diamonds.
Matt set the jug aside and leaned in, his lips capturing Andy’s in a searing kiss. His tongue traced the seam of Andy’s lips,tasting the sweetness of the drink mixed with the unique flavor that was undeniably Andy.
He kissed his way down Andy’s body, licking and sucking at the droplets that clung to his skin. Every inch of Andy was explored and savored, from the hollow of his throat to the curve of his hip. Matt’s mouth was relentless, leaving no part of Andy untouched, untasted. He lavished attention on Andy’s nipples, nipping and sucking until they were red and swollen. He traced the contours of Andy’s chest and abs, his tongue delving into the hollow of his navel, drawing a sharp gasp from Andy’s lips.
And when he finally returned to Andy’s cock, it was with a renewed fervor, his mouth a hot, wet haven. He took it deep into his mouth, his tongue working in tandem with his lips, his hands gripping Andy’s hips to hold him in place. Matt reveled in the power he held, the way Andy writhed and begged for more beneath him. With each stroke of his tongue, each suckling kiss, he drove Andy closer and closer to the edge.
Andy’s body arched off the sofa, his fingers tangling in Matt’s hair as he trembled beneath the onslaught of pleasure. His moans turned into a series of desperate cries, each one driving Matt on with greater intensity. His breath came in ragged gasps, his fingers tangled in Matt’s hair, guiding, urging him on.
Matt’s own arousal was a hard, insistent throb, but he pushed it aside, focusing solely on Andy’s pleasure. He stroked and sucked with enthusiasm, a willing servant devoted to his master’s ecstasy.
Matt could feel Andy’s orgasm building, the telltale tightening of muscles, the increase in tempo of his hips, the erratic pulse of his cock against Matt’s tongue. And when Andy finally came, it was with a cry that seemed to shake the very air around them.
Matt swallowed every drop, relishing the taste of Andy’s release, the shudders that racked Andy’s body as he rode out the waves of pleasure.
As the intensity of the moment ebbed away, Matt pulled back, a satisfied smile curving his lips as he gazed down at Andy, flushed and panting and utterly debauched. He leaned in to capture Andy’s lips in a tender kiss.
Andy’s eyes fluttered open, a lazy smile spreading across his face as he looked up at Matt. “You,” he said, his voice hoarse and raw, “are a very wicked man.”
Matt chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mirth. “And you, pet, are a delightfully dirty boy who needs constant… attention.”
Eighteen
ANDY
Igazed at Matt, my eyes drifting to his crotch where his hard cock jutted out like it had a mind of its own. My hand moved of its own accord, rubbing against that deliciously stiff length.
“You know,” I began, my voice laced with mischief, “my body isn’t the only thing that needs constant attention.” My fingers danced over the bulge of his desire. “This,” I said, giving his erection a playful squeeze, “needs some love too.”
His eyes darkened with lust. I grabbed his hand and guided it to my ass. “And this,” I continued, pressing his digit against my entrance, “needs that kind of attention, preferably with this,” I added, rubbing him through the material that barely contained his need.
Matt’s smirk widened. “That cute little asshole of yours must be quite dirty, then,” he said, his eyes darkening with the kind of hunger that made my heart race. “Lucky for you, I’ve got the perfect tool for the job.”
Before I could retort, he pulled me to him with a force that left me breathless, his lips crashing against mine in a passionate kiss, our tongues tangling in a heated dance. Before I knew it, I was on all fours on the sofa, my body trembling withanticipation. I looked over my shoulder, my eyes locked on his as I waited for him to free himself and plunge into me.
But Matt had other ideas.
He picked up a jug of juice and slowly poured it down my back, the cool liquid pooling in the cleft of my ass. I gasped at the sensation, the chill of it making me shudder and my own need grow harder.
Matt’s eyes glinted with dark desire as he leaned in. “This servant,” he said, his voice husky as he knelt behind me, “is going to clean this prince’s ass.”
