Chapter 16
Matt
Was this a mistake?
The convicts are already starting trouble.
Grady doesn’t even try to hide his murderous intentions, and the twins managed to access our systems despite being supposedly cut off in the pool house.
The thieves push their luck by pocketing stupid expensive trinkets around the mansion, and the thugs? They just eat all our damn food.
When Aron and I go to bed for the evening, my nerves are wound tighter than the garrote I want to wrap around Grady’s thick neck. As always, Aron picks up on my distress, and as soon as the doors are shut, he confronts me about it.
“I told you this was a shit idea, Matt.”
He leans against the bathroom door frame, arms crossed over his chest. The pose is deceptively relaxed; I know Aron could burst into action at a moment’s notice if he needed to.
“It’s the best plan available. I can’t very well go up against Javier with our diminished numbers, and it would take too long to recruit civilians. These people, for all their many, many faults, know this life and know how to navigate our world.”
“They’re navigating it a little too well.
Matt, I don’t like that Grady’s right here in the house with us.
Both of us have to sleep sometime, and he could get past the other guards in no time.
” Aron shakes his head. “He’s the one I worry about the most. The twins can be molded and coaxed to cooperate, the thieves’ energies can be redirected to our benefit, and the others, for all their deadliness, probably won’t revolt unless Javier presents them with an offer for a better payout. ”
“You think I went too far with Grady.”
“I do.” He sighs. “But I also know your options are limited. You’re doing the best you can with the hand you’ve been dealt. It’s a shitty hand, yeah, but you have to play the cards you have.”
I plop down on the side of the bed with a sigh of my own.
“I always knew it was hard running the Syndicate, but with Dad gone … I guess I never thought anyone could kill him. He was always larger-than-life, y’know?
The idea that anything would happen to him, that it would all be on my shoulders, just never crossed my mind as more than a vague concept. ”
Aron crosses to the other side of the bed and gets in, crawling across the expanse of the mattress to sit behind me. “It’s not all on your shoulders, Matt. I’m here. You’ve got loyal officers and employees, people you can trust. Don’t think you have to do it all alone.”
His strong hands land on my shoulders and start working the tight muscles there. I lean into his touch, grateful for his presence.
“Dad said not to trust anyone. He trusted Javier, and look where that got him.”
Aron’s hands pause, then he chuckles. “Funny words from a man exposing his back to me.”
“You want me to expose more?” I mean it as a joke, but Aron’s next moves take my breath away.
His hand snakes around to my front and covers my mouth, cutting off my protest. “That sounds divine.”
The movement brings his chest flush against my back.
His warm breath tickles my neck, and suddenly the weight of Dad’s empire lifts, and my focus shifts to the sensations of Aron’s skin against mine.
My cock hardens against my will, which wouldn’t be as much of an issue if Aron’s other wandering hand hadn’t found it.
He chuckles and kisses my neck in a way that I’ve only ever dreamed of.
The scratchiness of the stitches contrasts with the surprising softness of his firm lips on my skin.
“Patron saint of horny tops, indeed.” He starts stroking the fabric over my cock, and I whimper into his hand. “It’s okay, Matteo. This is okay. See?” Aron rocks his hips, and his cock rubs my lower back.
The hand over my mouth slides down to caress my throat, and I twitch in Aron’s grip. I suddenly remember that he’s watched me fuck dozens of men, if not hundreds, over the years. He knows my sensitive spots, knows what I like and don’t like when it comes to sex.
“Lie back, Matt,” he murmurs into my skin. “Lie back for me.”
I don’t usually do this. I give commands in the bedroom; I don’t follow them. So why am I lying on my back like a good little puppy all of a sudden?
“There you go. That’s it.” After he yanks my pants down, he stands at the foot of the bed and sheds his own clothes, and I watch his rippling muscles with intense interest, slowly stroking my shaft.
Dear God, he’s so beautiful. Such a perfect specimen.
His cock bounces out of his slacks as he pulls them down, and it’s so hard that it butts up against his taut stomach.
“Roll over.”
Oh, man … If Aron is about to do what I think he is … Jesus Christ in Heaven, I don’t know if I’m ready for this.
“Good boy.”
Those words shouldn’t have the effect they do, not on me … I have more control than that. So why am I suddenly dripping with precum at the sound?
Aron takes his time striding over to the nightstand. He lifts the lube and inspects the bottle in the light. He’s taunting me, teasing, and fuck if it isn’t working exactly like he intends it to. I’m aching for whatever he has planned, my cock throbbing in anticipation.
My body trembles as he crawls up the bed and spreads my legs. Each breath of mine is labored, and it’s not from the remnants of Dad’s assault. I can barely contain myself, so when Aron grabs my cock and runs his thumb through the precum at my tip, I damn near come off the bed.
“Whoa. You’re not going anywhere, Matt.” He puts a hand on my hip and presses it back into the mattress. “You’re mine tonight.”
“Fucking tease,” I grumble through gritted teeth, though honestly I’m loving every second of this.
“You’re about to find out how little of this is teasing,” he says as he lubes up my ass. The warmth of his touch makes me gasp, and I buck back into his hand without thinking. Aron slaps my ass lightly before letting go to lube himself.
Oh, dear Lord, he’s going to fuck me!
It’s a dream come true, a literal fucking wet dream come to life. I could die right after this, and I’d die a happy man.
Aron’s a bit awkward as he positions himself and lines his cock up with my tight hole, but I can’t fault him for that.
He’s got no experience with this, and the mechanics of gay sex are different than straight sex.
Sure, a hole is a hole, but it’s not the same.
I pant with anticipation as he eases himself into me, and …
Oh, my God! I sigh. I moan. I writhe and pant.
This. Is. Everything.
“Fuck …” Aron groans as he starts to thrust. “Matt … God, Matt …”
I should have some witty comeback for that. He certainly left himself open for a variety of them, but nothing comes to mind. He’s fucking me senseless, pounding me faster and faster as he gets the hang of it.
It’s a good thing Aron’s taking charge. My torso hurts with each thrust, but I can’t stop him.
I don’t want to stop him. I want him to fuck me to the finish, to come inside me as I ruin these fucking sheets.
I want the only thing I’ve ever wanted from him in life, the only thing I never thought I’d have, and I want it now.
After a while, Aron settles with his hips pressed to my ass and switches to grinding me. It’s nothing new to me, but everything he does with me is new to him. This knowledge pushes me on, and I shudder and groan as I get even closer to the finish line.
Then, he does something unexpected.
Without missing a beat—without stopping his grind, without a second’s pause—he leans forward and grasps my chin with one hand while holding my cock with the other.
“Come for me, Matt.”
Those words, combined with his seductive touch and the burning kiss he plants on my neck, seal the deal.
I come all over the sheets as he squeezes my cock, and Aron comes half a second later, filling me to overflowing.
We lie there, tangled, panting, for what seems like forever, with Aron stroking every inch of me as he whispers promises of love and devotion in my ear.
I’ll never come down from this high. I swear to God.