Chapter 9

Vic’s hands fisted in Matt’s hair, then bunched in the bed sheets as Matt spread him wider to taste the coppery musk of his anus. “Please,” Vic sobbed—part of him couldn’t believe he was reduced to this so easily, a man like himself, grown and beggingto be fucked, but he ached with desire and wanted Matty to take him again and again. His knees clenched around Matt’s head. “God, Matty, just…”

His voice disappeared, words unable to describe his need. After an eternity, Matt finally sat up between Vic’s legs and the head of his own hard cock butted against Vic’s ass cheeks. “Tell me you want me,” Matt said.

“Yes.”

With his hands on Vic’s knees, Matt spread his legs farther apart and pushed against him slightly, just enough to get the tip of his dick against that first clenched muscle. “Tell me how badly you want me.”

In frustration, Vic growled, “Matty—”