Page 13 of The Chameleon

Standing, Jamal took his husband’s hand, then gave it a quick kiss. “Shall we head down?”

Matteo swallowed the rest of his drink and followed the men back into the hotel.

Ten minutes later, they were back in Matteo’s suite.

Matteo stood at the foot of the bed, watching as Luc undid Jamal’s shirt, peeling it back, then dragging his tongue down his husband's dark skin.

Jamal was gorgeous. A six-foot-two, muscular Black man with that perfect V forming where his lower abs met his obliques. Matteo loved how they disappeared just below his trousers.

Fuck, that was hot.

If Jamal worked for Matteo, he could bring in a lot of money. He was athletic, charming, and exuded just the right amount ofbig dick energyto make any man obey his orders. Matteo was impressed.

Then there was Luc. He was tall and slender and wasn’t afraid to go after what he wanted. In this relationship, it was Luc who called the shots. That sort of confidence was perfect for first-timers who joined the club. They needed someone to help guide them and ease them into how things worked atLa Maison. First-timers were often too shy to ask a companion for a little one-on-one time. But having someone like Luc work the floor, bashful guests stood no chance.

Fuck,Matteo scolded himself in his mind. He was standing in his hotel room watching two sexy as fuck guys go at it, and what was he doing? Thinking of work. His cock should be ashamed.

Letting out a purr, Luc turned his attention to Matteo, who was still standing at the foot of the bed like an amateur.What was wrong with him?

“I think it’s time for me to unwrap my gift,” he moaned, crawling across the bed on all fours until his face was just inches from Matteo’s hard cock.

“I think I’ll help you with the packaging,” Luc’s husband added, hopping off the bed and walking around to Matteo.

Matteo ran his hand through Luc’s silky blond hair and admired how the strands seemed to slip through his fingers. There was something seductive about how each strand seemed to wrap itself around his fingers before giving in and sliding through the open spaces.

Lowering his gaze, Matteo watched as Luc rubbed the palm of his hand along the length of Matteo’s thickness. Playfully, Luc nibbled gently at the tip of Matteo’s cock, before nuzzling his face against the remainder of his shaft. He was like a cat in heat, raising his ass in the air while rubbing his face all across Matteo’s hard cock.

Fuck, the boy was good.

“Didn’t your husband ever teach you not to play with your food?” Matteo asked, smirking down at the horny boy who was now eagerly unzipping Matteo’s fly.

Hungry blue eyes stared up at him. His pupils were dilated with excitement and lust.

“What can I say? I’m a naughty boy.”

“That you are,” Matteo replied, tilting his head back as Jamal wrapped his arms around his chest and began unbuttoning his dress shirt.

Jamal’s warm breath graced the side of Matteo’s neck as he ran his rough hands over Matteo’s exposed skin.

A moan escaped Matteo’s lips.

Fuck, he was horny.It was such a turn-on having two guys want him at the same time. Knowing that a couple wished to share their bodies and their intimate moments with him had his dick as solid as a rock.

Kissing his neck, Jamal slid Matteo’s shirt off his shoulders and let the material drop to the floor.

Fuck, he was in heaven.Two men worshipping his body.

“Mmm,” he heard Luc moan as his pants joined his shirt on the floor at the foot of his bed. “Fuck, I love uncut cock.”

Matteo smirked. It wasn’t the first time he had heard that line. Next, he was probably going to comment on how big and fat it was.

Pulling his underwear down around Matteo’s thighs, another moan escaped Luc. “Damn, talk about a choking hazard.”

Matteo chuckled. There it was. While most men in Europe tended to be uncut, it was usually the Americans who seemed to obsess over a man’s uncut cock. Some loved it, and some hated it. For those who claimed to hate uncut dick, Matteo truly believed it was because they could not figure out the mechanics of working over a man with a little extra skin over his member.

“Happy birthday, babe,” Jamal whispered, gripping the base of Matteo’s cock and feeding it between his husband’s parted lips.

Fuck.Watching those delicious lips close around his swollen member, Matteo couldn’t help but let out a moan.

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