Matthias

MATTHIAS

Would this ceremony ever end? I thought as the cheers went up. I just wanted to be alone with my boyfriend to celebrate in private.

Granted, watching Ciaran receive his college diploma on a sunny June day was an amazing experience. So amazing, in fact, that I got emotional and forgot to switch on the butt plug's vibration mode, which I'd been doing on and off for the last two hours.

It wasn't until they were calling up students with last names that started with F that I started paying attention. Beside me, Dante visibly tensed up when the announcer called out "Greysen Falkenberg."

"Think he's a descendant of the famous painter Brynjulf Falkenberg?" I asked my brother as the tall, slender, Nordic-looking man accepted his diploma.

"Possibly," Dante muttered darkly, which I thought strange. Then, when Ciaran walked across the stage, Dante nudged me hard in the ribs with his elbow. "Are you crying?" Dante asked.

"Fuck you," I whispered. "I have bad allergies."

Dante snorted. "You got it bad, man."

"Ciaran and I have been together for five years. Forgive me for being happy when the love of my life completes a major achievement."

That stunned Dante into stoney silence. Good. I wanted to pay attention to my boyfriend, not my gruff older brother who refused to divulge why he'd suddenly up and left his job in Singapore.

Ciaran was, simply, hot as fuck. His curly blond hair was a bit on the long side. Over the last five years, he'd matured and filled out. He was sexy at eighteen. At twenty-three, he could make my heart stop. Those blue eyes. That scruffy jaw. His warm, loving smile. Those fifty-two cute-as-hell freckles. His clever, imaginative mind. With Professor Alsobrook's mentorship, Ciaran finished writing his novel and had landed an agent. After a few rewrites, his novel was out on submission.

Ciaran was the best thing to happen to me, which meant Dante wasn't wrong.

I had it bad. Really bad.

But I also knew a secret. A secret that kept me on edge all day to the point I had to strategically place the ceremony's program in my lap to cover my erection.

As Ciaran crossed that stage, he was nude from the waist down, and wearing the butt plug I'd bought him as a graduation gift. My brain went haywire just thinking about it, about the agony I was subjecting him to each time I pressed the vibrate button.

How was I supposed to pay attention here?

The commencement speaker was none other than Ciaran's mom, Theresa Galbraith Vaulteneau, who, over the years, had become a major philanthropic leader for the country. She and Ciaran had happily given away hundreds of millions of dollars of the Vaulteneau fortune.

And today was no different.

The entire graduating class was graduating debt-free, thanks to Theresa's donation. The crowd erupted in chaos once it was announced in her speech.

But now, with the ceremony done and with Ciaran in the passenger seat of my Ferrari, he offered me a delicious smile as I placed a hand on his thigh.

"Oh," Ciaran said, his eyes twinkling. "Did you have something on your mind?"

He was sitting at a slight angle, so I knew he was feeling pressure from the butt plug. The tent poking up from his robes had me leaking pre-cum in anticipation.

"Lemme see," I said. "Lift your robe, baby."

We were already close to the estate. Ciaran did as I asked.

His cock was at full mast, stiff and red, a bead of pre-cum at the tip. He lifted his leg. I could see the black jeweled handle, which was a sharp contrast with the flush skin at the base of his cock and the nest of dark blond curls covering his pubic mound and balls.

"You're gorgeous," I hissed out just as I pressed the vibrate button on the control. It was a silent vibration, so I couldn't hear it, but Ciaran's reaction was instant. He grunted as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

"You've been having fun with that," he said once I stopped the vibration.

He dipped a finger in his pre-cum and fed it to me.

I sucked his finger hard. "Fuck, you taste good. I can't wait to get you home. I have big plans for you."

If I could lean over and suck him and still drive at the same time, I would have. I would have wished for that to be my superpower.

Ciaran put his robe down, covering his cock from view, the bastard.

"You know they'll be expecting us in the big house," Ciaran teased.

Oh, I knew that. Everyone would be there, Joan, Filipe, Rowen, our parents, Dante, and other friends from school.

But I got him first. Ciaran was mine first.

"I might have given them a heads-up that we'd be a few minutes late," I said. "How does it feel? Did you use a lot of lube?"

"Yes." He smiled. "I feel full but also, like, hedonistic. The vibration is pretty intense. Short bursts are okay. Anything longer and I'd come hands-free. I can't wait for you to see it."

Me neither. I started speeding and weaving in and out of traffic.

By the time we parked and made our way to the guesthouse—locking it for good measure—and up to our bedroom, I was on the verge of ripping our clothes off, caveman-style.

"Go into the closet," I ordered.

Ciaran lifted an eyebrow, but did as I asked. I boxed him in right where I wanted as I started removing my clothing.

Realization dawned and his smile grew. "Just like that night. This is how we were standing."

"Yes," I whispered. I pressed him against our clothes, shoving hangers away, my lips capturing his. "Best night of my life." I tugged off his robe, then his shirt and tie. They joined the pile of clothes on the floor. "Best kiss of my life."

I palmed his cock. It was hot and heavy in my hand and he pulsed against me.

"Mine, too," he murmured into my mouth, his hands roaming my back, pulling me into him. I inhaled his scent. Sunshine. Sunscreen. Chlorine. God, he was delectable. If Ciaran was one thing, it was passionate. He'd always shown me how much he loved me. "Fuck, Matty, I'm so hard for you."

"Yes, you are," I purred, squeezing him. "Turn around." I didn't have to tell my boyfriend twice. Ciaran spun around and I knelt down to get a better look at his ass. "Spread your cheeks for me baby. Lemme see my present."

God, what a view. I was dizzy with wanting him so much that I feared I might pass out. I loved that he didn't shave and his crease was slick with lube.

The black onyx jeweled handle winked at me. It was shiny with lube, begging for me to tease him mercilessly.

"Clench for me," I said as I gently tugged the plug's handle while at the same time pressing the vibration button. Ciaran hissed in pleasure. "Lemme see that hole quiver."

I tugged again. Ciaran clenched as the plug stretched his hole with very little resistance. Fuck me.

"I prepped with lots of lube," Ciaran moaned.

"You're so good to me, baby." I stood up behind him, pressing myself against him, skin to skin. We were both glistening with sweat. I kept my fingers on the plug's handle to maintain gentle pressure as I slowly pulled it from his hole. "Bet I'll be able to slide my cock right into you."

"Yes," Ciaran gurgled. He arched his ass with the heat of his desire.

"No resistance with a soft, stretched hole." I kissed his shoulder. "God, baby, I'm gonna wreck you and turn you into a sobbing mess. Is that okay?"

"Yes," he whimpered as I removed the plug before pushing it back inside him. A flood of lube dribbled down his inner thigh.

"Jesus, baby," I moaned at the sight.

Ciaran whined, "Please, Matty. Please ."

"You want me to, huh?" Reaching around, I fisted his hard-as-steel cock and he bucked against me. "Want me to wreck your hole and make it mine?"

"I want to feel you for days ."

Lust surged through me. Ciaran gasped when I quickly removed the plug and pressed my cock against his entrance.

I wanted to tease him, to hold out, to make Ciaran beg, but his sopping hole literally sucked me in the second my dick touched it.

There was no prep, no wait. I was fully seated inside him, buried balls deep, thrusting into his willing hole. "Fuck, Ciaran, you feel so good," I growled against his ear. "I love you so much."

Ciaran turned his head so we could kiss. "Love you too, Matty." He threw his head back and moaned when I hit his spot. "Fuck, keep doing that. That angle."

I stroked his cock in time with my thrusts. "I want you to come for me, baby, but not yet."

"So close," he garbled. "Been on edge for hours."

"It was so fucking hot knowing you were wearing it for me. That you had to pretend nothing was happening when I zapped you with the vibration. Couldn't concentrate on anything else. I'm going to come so hard for you." I bit his neck. "Want me to fill you? Paint your insides with my cum, baby?"

" Matty ," he garbled, his hands scrambling against the wall as I thrust harder in him. "Fill me." His legs began to shake. "I'm so close."

"Not yet, baby. Do you know what I'm going to do after I pump my load inside your hot hole?" I slammed into him and he grunted. "This hole that belongs to me? I'm going to put the plug back in your ass and plug you up."

"Hmm," Ciaran whimpered. "How are you so calm right now?"

"Because I love making you fall apart." In truth, I wasn't calm. Not in the slightest. But I had plans for Ciaran. Plans I'd been making for months, and I wasn't about to back out now. "You'll be full of me for hours ," I growled possessively. "And then tonight, when we're alone again, I'm going to put you on the bed, and remove the plug, and eat your ass."

He shivered.

"Jesus, Matty. I'm about to?—"

"Not yet. Hold out for me, baby. After I feast on your hole and lick you clean, I'm going to fuck you nice and slow, until you're a puddle of words, begging."

"Like right now? Matty, I'm literally dying here."

"I know. Do you trust me?"

"Yes," he said.

"And you love me?"

"Yes."

"And you're mine?"

"Yes," he cried impatiently.

"Forever, Ciaran?"

" Forever ," he hissed, bucking against me, fucking me in earnest. "Fuck, let me come. I swear, my heart is going to explode here."

In his ear, I whispered, "If I asked you to marry me, would you say yes?"

"Matty?" Ciaran craned his head, his wild, blissed-out blue eyes on me. In his surprise, he clenched down hard on my cock, and I had to breath deep to keep from coming.

"Don't move." I thrust up into his hot channel just as I reached into the top shelf to retrieve a small blue ring box. I popped it open to reveal a platinum band with tiny diamonds. Theresa had helped me pick it out. "I want the world to know I'm yours and that you're mine."

"Oh my God, are you?—?"

"Yes, I am." My thrusts turned gentle as I pulled his back against my chest, my mouth at the shell of his ear. "I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you, Ciaran. Years ago, I dared you to love me. But I want more. I want forever. Ciaran Liam Galbraith, my love, my everything , I dare you to marry me."

I showed him the ring's inscription. To all the dares that come next.

Ciaran choked out a sob. "Yes," he said as I slid the ring onto his finger. Mine , I thought. Mine forever. "Yes, I'll marry you." He sniffed. "I accept your dare, Vaulteneau."

"Thank God," I moaned as I started fucking my boyfriend in earnest.

Excuse me, my fiancé .

"Will you fucking let me come now?" he said with a stuttered laugh that bordered on a deranged cry.

"With pleasure."

Ciaran came fast and hard in my fist, clenching around my cock, my name a hoarse cry on his lips, and I unloaded deep inside the man I couldn't live without, whispering his name as the tears streamed down my face.

I was no fool. That was how I, the Prince of Malibu, snagged a husband in the same room we shared our first kiss.