69. Ciaran

69

CIARAN

B y the time everyone had left, including Franky, Joan, and Filipe, Matty and I collapsed against each other on the oversized sofa in the living room in the guesthouse.

Joan insisted on staying until our parents arrived, saying she'd happily take every ounce of blame, but Matty and I both nixed that. She'd make it worse. Infinitely worse. In the end, Filipe practically had to carry Joan out of the guesthouse.

A few moments ago, one of Davies' transportation specialists texted Matty that he was posted at LAX and would alert us when our parents' private jet arrived.

The way I saw it, Matty and I had about an hour until our world imploded.

With the lights out, the dark living room was quiet except for our breathing. Matty had been in my life for only a few weeks, but it felt so much longer than that. What happened if our parents forced us apart?

In the darkness, Matty said, "I think that went well."

"I think so, too. I'm glad the videos are destroyed. And," I said, shuddering, "I'm relieved they weren't, you know, gross videos."

Joan was right. The videos I witnessed were not salacious, not like Matty's Cockaine Party video—it was a catchy term and probably something he'd never live down—but were instead the kind where Matty's teammates were doing stupid shit. Several of Matty's teammates were on scholarship. The quickest way to jeopardize that was to give the university a reason to kick them off the roster.

"So," Matty started. It wasn't difficult to detect the uncertainty in his voice. "You're, uh, not mad about what I did in my video, are you?"

There was a strong desire within me to tease Matty about it. Watching Matty snort cocaine off that escort's impressive cock was certainly something I never thought I'd witness, but then again, watching him perform oral sex on the same man sent a little jolt of awareness to my own groin.

That didn't mean I wanted to watch Matty do that in real life. I didn't know Matty when the video was made, but it was still kinda hot, too. It was difficult to explain.

"Um, Ciaran?" Matty prompted when I didn't answer right away.

"No, I'm not mad," I said. "Just don't get any ideas when it's my birthday party."

Matty let out a relieved laugh. "And you're okay with the arrangement I made with Zoey? I know we discussed it but I wanted to check in about that."

There was a note of nervousness in his voice. Matty wasn't used to being insecure like this.

"Yes," I said and meant it. "Whether I like it or not, you're in the public eye, Matty. You have a certain role to play, and Zoey, for the next few months, will be part of that role. It's clear to me that she realizes nothing will develop romantically between the two of you. It's a professional relationship at its core."

He laced our fingers together. "Thanks, Ciaran. You are perfect."

"You're pretty great yourself." I tucked one of his wayward strands of hair off his forehead and he leaned into the action. "Do you think Stefon will take action against your coach? Is there, like, a billionaire avengers club where you guys work together to rid the world of scum and make it a better place?"

Matty smiled. "There's definitely a billionaire's club where conversations can have a big impact on a lot of people. My dad will absolutely destroy Coach's reputation."

He shifted his body by placing one of his legs over the top of mine, scooting even closer. Matty's physical affection filled me with happy endorphins. Yes, I was tired, achy, and anxious about our parents' return, but having Matty beside me made me feel so much better.

"Does this billionaire's club get together to discuss charitable donations?" I asked.

I could almost feel his smirk in the darkness. "I'm not sure, but it's not a bad idea, Ciaran. Do you think it's something you'd want to talk to our parents about? Like, join forces with them to donate money to causes important to you? I bet Dante would be interested in seeing how he could help." Matty studied my face. "It may be dark in here, but I can see the gleam in your eyes. You're already thinking of all the ways to give away the Vaulteneau wealth."

He wasn't wrong. I squeezed his hand. "You know me so well."

Matty leaned over and pressed his lips softly to mine. When I opened my mouth to deepen the kiss, his tongue licked at mine, and a growl escaped my throat. The scrape of his five o'clock shadow on my jaw was rough and delightful.

Memories of last night flooded my mind. Fire shot down my spine and into my cock, which sprang to life in my pants.

"Keep kissing me like that, babe," Matty moaned, "and you can give all my money away." Matty crawled into my lap and straddled my hips. "God, I want to be inside you again," he breathed into my lips.

The bulge in his track pants left nothing to the imagination as he rubbed up against me.

I hissed as waves of pleasure soared through my bloodstream. My hands were at his hips, squeezing tight, as I rocked him into me.

"Your timing is shit, Matty," I said with a small laugh as I nipped at his chin. "Our parents are going to walk through that door soon. I don't think we want them finding out about us with your cock buried deep in my ass."

My dick throbbed at the image rolling in my head.

"Fuck that's hot." Still grinding against me, Matty moved to my neck, his tongue lapping at the sore spots already covered with his handiwork from last night. "It'd be worth it, Ciaran."

Jesus, the mental image of Matty fucking me on this couch made my head spin. I was almost ready to agree with him when the voice of reason came roaring back like hammers to the head.

The voice of reason was the ding of two text messages, one from each of our phones that lay on the coffee table several feet away.

My stomach sank. "That probably means the plane landed."

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."

He leaned back to await my answer.

"Are you sure?" My fingers skimmed along his temple and his scratchy jaw. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't, I promise." Matty sensed my uncertainty because he added, "I dare you to fuck my mouth hard and fast, Ciaran."

It felt like ages since Matty and I started doing those dares. Funny how it led to this, to us.

"Far be it from me to resist a dare." Planting my feet, I grabbed his hair to maneuver his head back into my lap and gently thrust up into his mouth. I hit the back of his throat. Thankfully, Matty didn't gag. "Like that?"

"Yes," he moaned around my cock. "But harder and faster. I want to feel you so far down my throat that I can't breathe. Show me how much you love it."

"Jesus," I choked out. Just the idea of fucking his mouth that hard electrified the blood in my veins.

My next thrust was a bit more punishing. Pleasure built deep in my groin. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. It was ecstasy. Pure fucking ecstasy.

" Harder ," Matty ordered and that was all the prompting I needed to lose control.

My hips snapped up and my cock jammed down Matty's throat. He made a muffled choking sound but didn't pull away so I thrust up again and again, chasing a pleasure so monumental it might destroy me.

My nonsensical moans and Matty's deliriously erotic choking sounds filled the room.

I made sure not to hold his head too tightly. Matty could pull back at any moment, so I figured this was what he really wanted, even as he suffocated and gagged on my cock. The fact that he wanted to do this with me, that he'd willingly make himself this vulnerable, made my heart pinch.

Thoughts blurred and words became monosyllable grunts as I used Matty's mouth like a fuck sleeve. The scent of sweat and sex filled the room. I was not going to last long and I wished I could see his eyes.

"Babe—" I stuttered, my movements turning frantic and uncoordinated.

"Hmmm?" he mouthed around my cock without moving away.

"I—I am going to come so hard down your throat, you're gonna taste nothing but me for days."

God, where did that come from?

Matty moaned so loudly every muscle in my body tingled.

A thick layer of saliva coated every inch of me, and when Matty's middle finger slid behind my balls, and pressed against my hole, I could barely withstand the double dose of pleasure. It was too much. Too pleasurable.

When his slick finger easily slid inside me, the buildup spiraled out of control. With one final thrust, my orgasm exploded out of me, flooding Matty's mouth.

It was possible I let out an actual scream when I pumped down his throat.

It was so much—so intense—that Matty couldn't possibly swallow all of it as it seeped from his mouth. My cum and Matty's saliva slid down my cock and onto the couch.

Spent, I growled at him, "Get the fuck up here, Matty."