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“Oh, I plan to, sweetheart.”
The pet name made my insides flutter with happiness.
When his tongue dipped into my belly button, an unexpected jolt of pleasure shot up my spine. My hips bucked in response.
“You have a cute belly button, Ciaran.” For some reason, that made me blush. “I could spend an hour worshipping it and kissing all the freckles on your stomach.”
Matty loudly pecked a few spots to illustrate his point.
“That’s weird.” I laughed, even though I was secretly pleased.
He turned momentarily serious. “Nothing about you is weird.” Matty shifted even lower. “I happen to love your freckles. Everything about you turns me on.” The heat from his breath was inches away from my throbbing cock. It was feeling neglected. “But I have something else to worship at the moment.”
“Oh yeah?” I panted. “Like what?”
Matty leaned back on his knees and I missed the heavy warmth of his body on mine. When Matty’s hands skimmed up my inner thighs, I gasped when he pushed my legs further apart. I shivered at his firm, confident touch.
My cock begged for attention and my balls ached.
God, I felt so exposed as Matty’s gaze feasted on me there.
“Ciaran,” Matty said, his tone thick and hungry. “You are so fucking gorgeous.”
Heat creeped up my body. On one hand, I wanted to cover myself while the other part of me wanted Matty to spread me even wider and inspect every inch of me.
“Thank you.” My face felt hot, like I’d received a sudden sunburn. “You’re not so bad yourself, Matty.”
He winked at me before lowering his head to my knees. He started kissing up my inner thigh. His stubble scratched the tender skin in a way that made me crave even more roughness.
My fingers dug in his hair.
My whimpers grew from soft to louder the closer he got to my dick. Then, in true Matthias Vaulteneau fashion, he skipped entirely over my groin and kissed up my other thigh.
I huffed out a throaty sigh. “Put me out of my misery, you bastard.”
“Am I torturing you?” he asked innocently.
His expression turned wicked before studying me a long moment. I saw the debate in his hooded eyes.
“Can I suck you?” His voice was soft, even hesitant, like maybe he didn’t want it to seem like he was pressuring me into something I wasn’t ready for.
Matty couldn’t be more wrong.
I’d been wanting his mouth on me so bad that I was about to beg.
I’d barely gotten out a “Please, Matty,” before his mouth swallowed me whole, taking me all the way back into his throat.
“Matty!” His name was a shout on my lips as I involuntarily thrust up into his mouth, hitting his gag reflex.
Matty’s hum of laughter revealed a million sensations I didn’t know existed.
The flat of his tongue swirled on the underside of my shaft as he bobbed up and down my cock like I was his last meal. I was literally going to float away. His strong hand pinned me down as his hot, wet mouth sent me into a state of oblivion I didn’t think I’d ever recover from.
Matty alternated between sloppy licks and kisses to engulfing me. Saliva coated my balls and slipped down my crack. The intensity of the way he sucked me fluctuated between soft and hard, and I couldn’t tell which I liked better since both felt astoundingly good.
He even used his teeth, scraping expertly in that pleasure-pain torture he liked to inflict on me.
Anything that came out of my mouth was nonsensical and incoherent, which seemed to please Matty given the number of times he hum-laughed with my dick in his mouth.
