“You’re about to find out how little of this is teasing,” he says as he lubes up my ass. The warmth of his touch makes me gasp, and I buck back into his hand without thinking. Aron slaps my ass lightly before letting go to lube himself.
Oh, dear Lord, he’s going to fuck me!
It’s a dream come true, a literal fucking wet dream come to life. I could die right after this, and I’d die a happy man.
Aron’s a bit awkward as he positions himself and lines his cock up with my tight hole, but I can’t fault him for that. He’s got no experience with this, and the mechanics of gay sex are different than straight sex. Sure, a hole is a hole, but it’s not the same. I pant with anticipation as he eases himself into me, and …
Oh, my God! I sigh. I moan. I writhe and pant.
This. Is.Everything.
“Fuck …” Aron groans as he starts to thrust. “Matt … God, Matt …”
I should have some witty comeback for that. He certainly left himself open for a variety of them, but nothing comes to mind. He’s fucking me senseless, pounding me faster and faster as he gets the hang of it.
It’s a good thing Aron’s taking charge. My torso hurts with each thrust, but I can’t stop him. I don’t want to stop him. I want him to fuck me to the finish, to come inside me as I ruin these fucking sheets. I want the only thing I’ve ever wanted from him in life, the only thing I never thought I’d have, and I want it now.
After a while, Aron settles with his hips pressed to my ass and switches to grinding me. It’s nothing new to me, but everything he does with me is new to him. This knowledge pushes me on, and I shudder and groan as I get even closer to the finish line.
Then, he does something unexpected.
Without missing a beat—without stopping his grind, without a second’s pause—he leans forward and grasps my chin with one hand while holding my cock with the other.
“Come for me, Matt.”
Those words, combined with his seductive touch and the burning kiss he plants on my neck, seal the deal. I come all over the sheets as he squeezes my cock, and Aron comes half a second later, filling me to overflowing. We lie there, tangled, panting, for what seems like forever, with Aron stroking every inch of me as he whispers promises of love and devotion in my ear.
I’ll never come down from this high. I swear to God.
Chapter 17
Aron
Wow. Just wow.
I knew it would be a bit different fucking Matt, but I didn’t know it would be so amazing.
I can’t explain how it’s different from sex with a woman; there’s just a different feel to it. Matt’s tighter than Emily was, and the way he squeezed me … Fuck, I almost lost it from the beginning.
Another thing that I can’t believe happened last night: Matt let me take control.
Matt never lets anyone take control.
The next morning, though, Matt’s quiet. Not withdrawn so much as introspective. He seems lost in thought, like he’s got the world on his mind again. Maybe my efforts to soothe his nerves weren’t as successful as I believed them to be.
His first piece of Syndicate business for the day involves the twins. They’ve hijacked our systems several times despite us housing them in increasingly remote locations on the estate. Finally, Matt decided he needed to talk to them in person.
“Holly. Hank. Thank you for meeting with me this morning.”
The twins lounge on the sofa in Matt’s office like this is just some casual affair and not a meeting with the don. I want to show them the meaning of respect, but a subtle hand signal from Matt stops me.
“Yeah, yeah,” Holly drawls, chewing loudly on a stick of gum while twisting a dark curl between her fingers. “What do you want? You gonna stick us in the dungeon next?”
Matt flashes a sly grin and stands. “You two seem bored. I thought I’d offer you a challenge.”
Hank narrows his green eyes. “What kind of challenge?”
“Our rivals stole quite a bit of money from us when they exited the Syndicate. I want the two of you to track down every single cent and return it to our coffers, preferably behind stronger firewalls than we currently have in place.”
