Page 45 of The Chameleon

Rough, firm hands gripped the back of Matteo’s head, forcing him down even further.

He slurped and gagged and choked and swallowed. Tears stung his eyes as he refused to waste time breathing.

Fuck he loved sucking this man’s dick.

With eyes fully dilated and spit dripping down his chin, Matteo barely noticed when two strong hands grabbed ahold of his body and pulled him up to his feet.

Dishes went crashing to the floor as Matteo’s body was suddenly thrown against the kitchen counter.

“Oof,” Matteo huffed as the wind was temporarily knocked out of his body.

The next thing he knew, his pants were being yanked down his legs seconds before his ass was assaulted by a hungry wet tongue.

The violence, the forcefulness. Matteo loved it all.

Endorphins flooded his brain as Matteo experienced a high he had not felt in years.

Gasping, he clung to the edge of the counter as he pushed himself back onto Ares’s hungry mouth.

“More. Deeper,” Matteo whimpered.

He knew he sounded desperate and eager, but he didn’t fucking care. He would probably hate himself tomorrow, but right now, his dick was in charge, and he wanted this man’s dirty mouth all over his fucking body.

God, the man had a wicked tongue.

“Fuck, you have such a perfect ass,” Ares growled before giving Matteo a hard slap on the ass.

Matteo hissed.

Judging by the stinging, there was going to be a burly-sized paw print on his ass there tomorrow.

“Turn,” Ares ordered, gripping Matteo’s hips and turning his body around without waiting.

Matteo’s eyes dilated.

He loved being manhandled. Having a guy take charge and take what he wanted was such a turn-on. Fuck this gentlelovemaking bullshit. He wanted a man to throw him down on the bed and pound his ass until he couldn’t see straight.

Rough and painful. That was how he liked it. That was howtheyliked it.

Before his mind had a chance to register, a warm wet mouth enveloped Matteo’s cock. Leaning back on his elbows, he watched as his cock disappeared into Ares’s sinful mouth.

Good boy.

Seizing the opportunity, Matteo gasped when Ares’s slick, wet finger began massaging his hole.

Closing his eyes, Matteo gave in to the dizzying sensation making its way through his body. With a hot mouth sucking his cock and a strong finger massaging his prostate, Matteo threw one leg over Ares’s shoulder and gave in to the welcoming desires that his body so craved.

Loving and hating this, Matteo tried not to think about the consequences or about what was going to happen when the sun came up.

Right now, all he wanted to think about was the mouth eagerly draining his cock and the orgasm exploding through his balls.

14

ARES

Twelve Years Ago

Water dripped from the fire escape that ran along the ratty old building standing next to him. It had been raining the last two days, and the streets were still flooded with rainwater everywhere. Some might admire the way the moonlight reflected off the puddles, but it only took an admirer a moment to spot the trash and filth that peppered those reflections. So much for nature’s beauty.

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