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Matty slid off me and I instantly missed the heat and weight of him.
Reaching for his phone, he groaned when he opened the text app. “Yup. Their plane just landed.” When he climbed back into my lap, Matty’s mouth found mine again and all rational thoughts fled as I palmed his ass and pulled him into me. “Even with the best of traffic,” he moaned, “it will take them at least forty minutes to get here. Let me suck you, Ciaran. I just…I need…” Matty paused and pulled back slightly.
I could almost hear his thoughts and my eyes prickled.
“You’re worried this might be the last time for us, aren’t you?” I asked.
His hands were on my shoulders and it seemed like he needed me as a form of strength.
My phone dinged two more times and I had to wonder if Mom was sending additional texts to let me know she wanted to see me as soon as she got back to the estate.
I made no move to look at my phone.
In the silence, Matty didn’t say anything for a moment.
Finally, in the darkness, he nodded. “Yes, but it’s more than that,” he clarified. He pressed his forehead to mine. “If everything goes to shit when they get here, I want one last time to show you how I feel about you.”
My stomach clenched at the thought of being separated from Matty. For some reason, that never occurred to me. Sure, our parents might be pissed at us, but unless they physically separated us, I didn’t see a way for them to sever our relationship.
But then I remembered the money.
Stefon Vaulteneau was a very wealthy and powerful man. What if he forced me and my mom to leave the estate unless I ended things with Matty?
It would be my mom’s happiness over mine.
Truth was, though, I just didn’t know what our parents would do, so maybe I should grab onto my main source of happiness while it was still within my reach.
“Okay,” I said. “But let’s not be idiots. Lock the door in case they arrive early. Your dad might be used to orgies but I’d rather not traumatize my mom.”
Chuckling, Matty scrambled to do that. When he returned to the couch, he kneeled on the floor between my legs and pressed his palm directly over my cock.
“Fuck,” I hissed. My hips arched up, chasing his touch.
Even through two layers of fabric, the friction was fantastic. Doing this in the dark while we waited for our parents gave everything a sense of heightened indecency, too.
Just the idea of them catching us made my cock throb. Maybe I was into exhibitionism and never knew it.
“Let’s get these off you.” Matty’s fingers hooked into the waistband of my joggers. I lifted my hips to allow him to completely remove my pants and boxers.
Without missing a beat, he spread my legs apart. Then his mouth engulfed me, swallowing and nibbling at my engorged crown, his tongue licking my slit.
“God you taste amazing, Ciaran.”
Matty wrapped one hand around the base of my cock while the other cupped my balls, his fingers massaging, tugging, and squeezing in that painful but pleasurable way.
Words failed me as he took me all the way to the back of his mouth. When he swallowed around me, it pushed the head of my cock further down his throat, a sensation so hedonistic I felt positively sinful.
My fingers wove into his hair, pulling at his strands as his skillful mouth drove me to distraction. I was at a loss for words.
Matty moaned loudly as he bobbed up and down my shaft. His eyes met mine. “Does it feel good?”
“Feels fucking amazing, babe.”
It didn’t take long for the blow job to get sloppy and wet, with saliva pooling down my balls. Matty gorged himself on me like I was his last meal. It was difficult to resist the urge to thrust up so I worked diligently to keep my hips stationary.
His hands worked in tandem, squeezing, twisting, rising up with his mouth. Each time his thumb skimmed over my tip, beads of pre-cum leaked out of me, and I hissed with pleasure.
“Fuck up into my mouth, Ciaran,” he demanded, his voice husky with delirium. “Wreck my mouth, baby. I can take it.”
