Yancy nods, and the rest of the Syndicate disperses. Those who are expected to attend the meeting know where and when to show up, and the rest have jobs to keep them occupied until the meeting’s over. They’ll get the news when Matt determines it ready for public consumption and not a second earlier.
“Why an hour?” I ask as we head deeper into the mansion. “Need time to eat and clean up?”
Matt shakes his head and squeezes my hand. “We need time together.”
Chapter 3
Matt
Well, if there were any who still doubted that I’m gay, the cat’s out of the bag now.
Walking back from Mom’s farm, clothes rumpled and filthy, beltless, holding Aron’s hand like it’s my only lifeline to sanity—and it might as well be.
No stops. No detours. I take Aron straight to my suite …oursuite.
As soon as the door slams behind us, I pull Aron close and lock lips with him. At first, he hesitates to respond, stiffening in my arms. Not one to be deterred, I let my hands roam, stroking and petting and caressing anywhere I can reach. Finally, he opens up, returning my affection and eventually shedding his clothes.
I nudge Aron backwards towards the bed until he bumps into it and falls onto the mattress. He scoots back to the head of the bed while I strip, his hard cock bobbing with the motion.
Aron starts to turn over, offering his ass, but I crawl up to him and gently coax him onto his back again. “I want to see your face,” I say, stroking his cheek. “I want to watch you come aparton my cock. I want both our stomachs and chests covered in your cum when I’m done.”
He reaches up and cups my jaw in his hand. “Are you sure about this, Matt? There’s still time to come up with a plausible story for why you dragged me straight to your bedroom.”
“I already have a plausible story: I’m in love.”
Our lips meet with crushing force as I fumble blindly for the lube in the drawer next to us. The last thing I want to do is hurt Aron by going in dry. My cock throbs in anticipation of the ecstasy to come, twitching in my hand as I hastily apply the citrus-scented liquid. The lube warms on contact, sending a pleasant chill up my spine, and I push two slick fingers into Aron’s ass, probing and thrusting until he squirms beneath me.
“Oh, God … Matt …”
I grin against his lips and add another finger, causing him to moan and arch his back. “Not quite God, but I’ll make you see Him soon enough.”
Aron wraps his legs around me and fists his shaft as I fingerfuck him to the edge. I stop just shy of making him come, giving him a break before the real fun begins.
My cock presses into him, and Aron throws his head back, biting his lower lip.
Inch by inch, I work my way in. By the time I’m fully seated in his ass, Aron’s hand is pumping so fast it’s just a frantic blur. He whimpers, moans, sighs, and cries out as I thrust into him, and I revel in the way his tight ass grips me. Sliding my hands up the backs of his thighs, I lift his legs, holding them up and open while I watch my dick slide in and out of him.
“Yeah, Aron … Just like that. Clench that ass.”
“M-matt, if anyone hears you—”
Fuck them if they do. Everyone will find out in about forty-five minutes, anyway.
Releasing one of Aron’s legs, I reach forward and clamp a hand over his mouth. “No more talking. Scream, if you must, but let’s just abandon words right now.”
If he planned on protesting, he never gets the chance. Just as his brows start to furrow, I twist my hips and pump harder, causing his eyes to roll back in his head. He moans into my hand, and the sound eggs me on.
The bed creaks, and the padded headboard slams into the wall. Aron’s moans and groans turn to shouts as I abandon all concerns with being gentle. The citrus lube scent merges with our individual musk, an intoxicating combination. Muffled murmuring makes its way to my ears, and I can only imagine how many people might be waiting in the hallway for us to emerge.
Let them see. Let them watch us exit the bedroom hand in hand, freshly showered and ready to face the world.
I’m tired of hiding and pretending. Tired of giving a shit who might challenge me. I earned every scar on this body, and Aron’s more than earned his scars. We have enough combined experience to take on any aggressor—together.
We can do anything if we’re together.
Since we’re on a timeline, which the murmurs outside the door remind me of, I finish him quickly. My hand joins his, covering his cock, and together we jerk him off in sync, with my cock filling his ass at the sight of his cum.
A single tear tracks a path down Aron’s cheek as I pull out. “What’s wrong?” I ask.
