“Mia?” I called out, my voice barely more than a whimper.
“Andy? Are you hurt?”
“I’m… I’m fine, Mia,” I insisted, though nothing could have been further from the truth. I was a mess of contradictions,caught between the overwhelming desire that Matt had awakened in me and the guilt that gnawed at my insides whenever I thought of Sean or Mia.
The sound of Matt’s fists pounding on the bathroom door echoed through the room, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine. “Andy! Open the door, pet. I’m not done with you yet. You think you can hold out much longer? I said open the door!”
I turned my glare toward the door, my heart pounding in my chest.
“Andy?” Mia’s voice was barely a whisper, filled with concern. “Run. Hide. Don’t let him get you.”
“Sis, I can’t… I…” My voice trailed off, my resistance crumbling under the relentless onslaught of pleasure.
“Andy…”
Matt’s voice was insistent, a demand rather than a request. “Come now, pet, I’m going to finish you off, so open the door. You know you can’t hold out much longer.”
“Andy…” Mia’s voice came again, a plea for reassurance that I was powerless to give.
I chuckled, the sound bitter even to my own ears. “I’m sorry… Mia. He’s right… I can’t hold out… much longer. We need to… finish this… Talk soon,” I told her before ending the call.
Twenty-Three
MATT
Matt’s heart thrummed with anticipation as the door finally clicked open. The sight that greeted him nearly stopped it altogether. There stood Andy, disheveled and debauched, the silk restrainer still wrapped snugly around his erection, the base of the vibrating butt plug peeking out from his behind. His cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, his eyes glazed with a cocktail of frustration and desire.
Andy’s legs trembled, threatening to give way beneath him, and he shot Matt a glare that was all bark and no bite. “You’ve got to fix me,” he demanded breathlessly, his voice tinged with a petulance that only made him more endearing. “I’m… I’m broken. Take responsibility for what you did to me.”
Matt’s chuckle rumbled deep in his chest as he effortlessly scooped Andy up into his arms. “Oh, I’ll take responsibility alright,” he murmured, his voice a husky promise against Andy’s ear. “I’ll fix you good, pet.”
Carrying Andy to the bed, Matt laid him down with a gentleness that belied the fierce need coursing through his veins. He plucked the phone from Andy’s hand, setting it aside on the bedside table, out of reach and forgotten. Then, with a hungerthat couldn’t be sated, he claimed Andy’s lips in a scorching kiss, their mouths moving together in a dance of passion and need.
The vibrator continued its incessant hum, causing Andy’s body to jerk and twitch beneath Matt’s. He found the sight utterly enchanting, the way Andy’s hips bucked and his breath hitched with each pulse of the toy. Matt deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping into Andy’s mouth, exploring and claiming every inch.
Their tongues dueled in a fervent tango, a sensual battle that Matt relished. He poured every ounce of his longing into the kiss, until he finally released Andy’s swollen lips, leaving the young man panting and dazed, his eyes glazed with lust.
“Please, Matt,” he begged, his voice ragged at the edges. “Take it out. I can’t… I need you to fuck me. Hard and hot… again and again… until I see stars.”
Matt’s lips curved into a wicked smile. He leaned down, capturing Andy’s lips in a gentler kiss, one that promised filthy, beautiful things. “I’ll fuck you until you see stars, little spitfire,” he promised, his voice a low growl. “Until your pretty cock is weeping and your ass is a messy, beautiful wreck with my cum.”
The dirty talk made Andy squirm, his hips bucking up in a silent plea for more. Matt obliged, gently maneuvering Andy until his ass was presented invitingly in the air. With a flick of his wrist, he turned off the vibrator and slowly withdrew it from Andy’s body. The younger man let out a low, needy moan, his ass clenching around the emptiness left behind.
Matt’s gaze devoured the sight of Andy spread before him, ripe for the taking. The young man’s body was a canvas of desire, flushed with the heat of their impending union. Matt traced a path of kisses down the curve of Andy’s back, each one a whispered promise of decadent things to come. He nipped playfully at the firm mounds of Andy’s buttocks, eliciting a sharpgasp followed by a low, throaty moan that vibrated through Matt’s core.
With a devilish glint in his eyes, Matt leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to each of Andy’s reddened cheeks before he delved deeper, his tongue dancing along the cleft of Andy’s ass. He teased and toyed with the sensitive pucker, each flick and swirl of his tongue sending Andy into shudders of ecstasy, his groans filling the room. The taste of Andy’s arousal was intoxicating, a heady blend of sweet and musk that drove Matt wild with need.
His cock throbbed against the confines of his jeans, aching to be freed. With a swift motion, Matt rid himself of his jeans, his erection springing forth, proud and eager. He took a moment to stroke himself, his fingers gliding over the slick head of his cock, savoring the anticipation that crackled in the air.
Positioning Andy so that his back was to Matt’s chest, he leaned in, his breath hot against Andy’s ear. “Are you ready for me, little spitfire?” he purred, his voice a low thrum of lust. “Ready to feel me stretching you, filling you up?”
Andy’s response was a fervent nod, his body undulating with need, practically begging to be filled. Matt chuckled, the sound dark and seductive as he lifted one of Andy’s legs, exposing the glistening pink entrance that beckoned him.
With one hand on Andy’s hip to steady him, Matt aligned his cock with Andy’s tight hole and, with a single fluid stroke, buried himself to the hilt. The sensation of Andy’s body yielding to him, enveloping him in wet heat, was exquisite torture.
Andy’s body jerked with the sudden intrusion, his head rolling back against Matt’s chest as a moan of pure, unadulterated pleasure escaped his lips. His body clenched around Matt’s cock, a silky vise that seemed to pull Matt even deeper.
Matt began to move, his hips snapping forward with a rhythm that was both fierce and tender, each thrust punctuated by the sharp, sexy gasps that tore from Andy’s throat.
