58. Ciaran

58

CIARAN

W as I actually dreaming?

Matthias Vaulteneau loved me.

The night was full of surprises, I thought as we dried each other with fluffy white towels. Considering we kept pawing at each other and kissing, we did a terrible job of actually drying off.

"The sheets will take care of the rest," Matty said with a lopsided grin.

I'd never seen him smile so much. Didn't know he had that many teeth.

Standing naked before me, he was so goddamn sexy, and I allowed my gaze to feast on the muscles rippling on his back, the way his thick thighs moved like a dream. His tight, pert swimmer's ass was a thing of beauty. The paparazzi's obsession with Matty made sense. He was photogenic from every goddamn angle.

"Come on." Grabbing my hand, he led us past a large walk-in closet and into the ginormous primary bedroom, and flicked on a table lamp that cast a soft light over the space.

The exotic flower scent followed us and the glowing clock displayed that it was close to three in the morning.

Though, standing on the top of the world in this penthouse apartment, time meant nothing. I was going to remind him that I was supposed to choose our bedroom, but it was connected to the bathroom, which made it convenient.

The bedroom was darkly furnished, with marbled wallpapered walls, thick crown molding, and a large balconied window and sliding door that overlooked the Strip.

A king-size bed took up one wall. Nightstands were placed on either side of the bed, with two tall mirrors hung overhead. It made the room look larger.

A long, slim credenza near the balcony contained framed pictures of the Vaulteneau family. Two tall vases with long-stemmed exotic flowers bookended the surface. That explained the bedroom's lovely fragrance. A vibrant, impressionistic painting of the Las Vegas Strip hung above the credenza.

Matty flattened himself to my back. He wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his chin on my right shoulder. His cock twitched at my crease and I arched back into him, loving the little moan on his lips.

He pointed at the painting I'd been inspecting. "I can tell you all about the artist… or ," he said, drawing out the "or" in a husky timbre that carried a weighty promise of pleasure, "you can get your ass on the bed so I can lick up and down your body."

My stomach flipped.

"Is there a third option?" I joked.

His mouth quirked. "I see you chose the secret manhandling option."

"Where's Prince Matthias's manservant when you need him?"

Matty snickered. I loved that I could tease him. He kissed my shoulder before playfully hauling me off my feet and jostling me onto the bed. I was too surprised to utter anything other than an undignified, "Whoa!"

I bounced unceremoniously on the mattress and my bark of laughter rang out in the room.

Matty didn't give me much opportunity to catch my breath before he pounced on me. His body fit perfectly, his full weight a glorious blanket. On instinct, my legs wrapped around his hips, drawing him closer.

We both hissed as soon as our cocks slid together. The heat and dampness still clinging to our skin allowed for a delicious, slick friction to build between us.

I was still nervous, though most of it was the thought I wouldn't please him. It felt like I'd been on edge for weeks and I knew it wouldn't take much for me to explode.

The intensity of pleasure tripled when Matty rolled his hips a few times in quick succession. The hunger in his eyes was clear as his lips captured mine in a searing kiss that left me breathless.

"God," I moaned. "Keep doing that."

"I want to do more than that," Matty admitted as he rocked into me, his pace now slow but steady. "I almost don't know where to start. It feels like fireworks are going off in my head."

"Tell me what you want to do to me." My hands flew to his hair, trapping him against me. Even an inch of space between us was too much for my liking.

Matty growled as his teeth nipped where my neck met my shoulder. He wasn't tender. He left behind sharp, stinging bites in my skin. When he started travelling down my body, heat flared hot white in my brain.

"First," Matty announced, "I am gonna mark you as mine."

I groaned as he bit my chest and sucked on my pectoral muscle, leaving behind red hickeys that would be impossible to explain away. I imagined Joan's gleeful reaction and smiled.

"What else?" I asked as I writhed beneath him. Our combined sweat made our skin slick.

My fingers were frantically kneading Matty's shoulders and upper back. He'd shifted so that his torso was pressed up against my erection and there was just enough friction to make the contact almost unbearable. I wanted to rub against him and come all over his abs.

"I gonna make you yell."

He arched away from me and I let out a frustrated groan. Cool air fanned my skin. "No fair," I accused him in a low voice.

Matty's blazing eyes told me he was teasing me on purpose.

The bastard.

His tongue darted out and he lavished my nipples before sucking hard on one and then the other.

"Fuck," I yelled, proving his prediction. My hands clenched the sheets.

It hurt but it also felt divinely good.

"Told you so." Matty looked up, his dark eyes locking on mine, a wickedly satisfied smile gracing his lips.

"You better put that mouth to good use," I said.

With the darkening bruises on his face from the earlier fight, he resembled a scoundrel ravishing an innocent virgin. I wasn't mad at the image.

"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.

I'd never felt anything like it. My own fist paled in comparison to Matty's mouth and tongue, especially when he licked my slit.

In short, with my hands yanking on Matty's hair as he went to town on me, I was a babbling mess who couldn't string two words together.

"Does it feel okay?" Matty asked as he came up for air.

His hand took over stroking my cock, shiny with his saliva, while his other hand massaged my balls.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head when his thumb skimmed over my head, smearing my abundant pre-cum. I was so close to climaxing and I didn't want it to end just yet.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I hauled him up. I needed all of him to cover me. He let his full weight press me into the mattress as I tasted myself on on his tongue. "It feels out-of-this-world good." But I wanted more. I was splitting apart and I needed Matty to explore that split. "Can you…I want you to…"

I hesitated, worried I was asking for too much too soon. What if I sounded stupid?

Matty growled into my lips as he rocked into me, our cocks sliding together between our sweaty skin. God, that felt amazing, too.

"Tell me, Ciaran," Matty murmured in my ear just before he took my lobe into his mouth. "Tell me what you want."

I felt the tingle all the way down to my feet. I arched up into him as a deep moan erupted from me.

"I want you to finger me."

Matty broke our kiss and pressed his forehead to mine before pulling back slightly to study my face. "Have you ever done anything like that?" he asked.

He let out a ragged breath. I loved that I was the reason.

"On my own a few times," I said. My hands went to Matty's ass to pull him into me. "I liked it. I've used a dildo on myself, too. A slim one."

"Did you like it?"

Was that worry in his voice?

"It took some getting used to. When I didn't rush it and used lots of lube, it felt good."

Matty started biting my neck. "Jesus, that's a fucking hot image. God, I want to watch you push a dildo into your tight hole. I'd probably come from the sight alone."

"It's in my room back at the estate. Maybe when we get back…" I trailed off.

Matty groaned helplessly and I felt a thrill of pleasure ripple through me at the thought of turning my boyfriend into a horny mess.

It hit me again: I had a boyfriend.

"You're going to be the death of me, Ciaran." He kissed me hard then. His stubble scraped my lips, jaw, and chin. He was marking me everywhere. "So about me fingering you."

"Yeah?"

"I need you to understand something."

I sucked on his neck. "What do I need to understand?"

"The first thing I'm gonna turn you over."

"Sounds good so far," I breathed out.

"Then I'm going to spread your cheeks apart."

I felt hot all over in anticipation. "And then?"

"I'm going to eat your ass like it's dessert."

"Fuck." I gulped. Matty's dark eyes consumed me. "Go on."

"I gonna lick and suck and fuck your hole with my tongue."

"I'm not going to survive this conversation."

My dick was so hard, it was like solid concrete, and I was ready to twist around and shove my ass in his face.

"Only when your hole is nice and soft for me will I finger you. Ciaran, you're gonna be a fucking blubbering mess when I hit your prostrate."

"What are you waiting for?" I pleaded. "I don't see the problem. Flip me over already."

Matty kissed my nose. "I'm gonna want to fuck you, that's why. I want to make every part of you mine, right here and now. I want your first dicking to be the best dicking of your life, but I also don't want you to feel pressured in the heat of the moment or regret it after the fact. That's why I'm telling you this. So you can make the decision now, while things are less heated, on whether you want that to happen or not."

"You really do love me, don't you?" I didn't expect to say that, but it burst out of me. This was the breather I needed. I was still hard as hell, but not painfully so.

"Yes." Matty offered me a shy smile. "I love you, Ciaran. I want to make this experience good for you."

Was I ready? I certainly wanted my first time to be with Matty and I wasn't feeling any sort of pressure to go through with anything I didn't want to. I already knew that Matty would stop the second I asked him to.

So the real question was: Did I want it to be tonight ?

And my resounding answer was yes , with a caveat. We needed to be safe.

"I love that you care how I'd feel after the fact," I said. "I mean, it was hot as fuck when you detailed it for me, step by step. Like phone-sex hot. But," I said as I looked into his devilishly beautiful eyes, "do you even have lube and condoms here? I didn't pack anything."

Matty smiled at me like I was an idiot.

"You're adorable. Every room in this penthouse has lube and like, a million condoms, Ciaran. In a pinch, I'd could call the front desk. We're in Las Vegas and the Vaulteneau men are safe sex manwhores."

"The manwhore and the virgin," I quipped. "Sounds like a cheesy porno."

One of his fingertips was making lazy constellations with the freckles on my chest and belly.

"You're the writer, Ciaran. I'd read it if you wrote it." His expression turned contemplative. Matty, still lying on me, though some of his weight was on his elbows, was still very erect. His cock was still bosom buddies with mine. I was desperate for him to rock into me. I wanted his heat and friction. "Now that you know we have supplies on hand, what are you thinking?"

"I'd rather keep the title writer instead of virgin ."

His eyebrows lifted in surprise. "Does that mean what I think it means?"

"Yes," I answered as I rolled us on the bed. I was now on top and straddling his hips. My hands came to rest on either side of his head. "But I want to taste you first."