Page 97 of The Chameleon

“Mmm, love that meaty ass of yours,” Ares growled as he bit down on Matteo’s lower lip.

“Yeah? Why don’t you show me just how much you love it?” Matteo teased, yanking the end of Ares’s bow tie and pulling the material free of its knot. It was sweet that Ares had tried to dress up for the occasion. Once again, trying to impress Matteo with how well he could behave.

Truthfully, while Matteo appreciated a well-behaved gentleman in a nice, crisp suit, he appreciated a rough and dangerous man even more. Ares was his guy—every rough, sweet, and infuriating part of him.

Matteo jumped as a large hand smacked him hard on the ass.

Taking in a hungry breath, Matteo’s eyes dilated.

Sex with Ares had always been a bit on the rougher side, which Matteo loved. Nothing turned Matteo on more than feeling a man’s strength and aggression as the guy pounded into him… taking whatever he wanted.

Holding a position of power and control, Matteo liked when someone challenged him in the bedroom. He pretended to put up a struggle, but in the end, Matteo loved being dominated and forced into submission. And no one knew how to dominate better than the Egyptian brute standing before him.

Not wasting any time, Ares grabbed Matteo’s dress shirt and yanked it open with the power of a hungry predator. Buttons burst, landing on the floor and table next to them.

“That was an expensive shirt,” Matteo growled into Ares’s mouth.

“I’ll buy you ten more.” The man snarled, then bit down on Matteo’s exposed neck.

Matteo hissed as Ares’s teeth pressed into his flesh.

Fuck, the man was a beast.

Down below, Matteo’s cock pressed firmly against his trousers, craving the attention that his lips and neck were getting.

Grabbing a fistful of hair, Matteo yanked Ares’s head back before diving down onto the man’s exposed skin. He bit down. Hard. Enjoying the growl that escaped Ares’s lips.

Payback, bitch.

“Fuck, I missed this,” Ares heaved, fingers fumbling at Matteo’s belt buckle.

“Having trouble there, old man?” Matteo teased, ripping open Ares’s dress shirt and giving the man’s nipple a firm squeeze.

A hiss escaped Ares's lips. His nipples were his weakness. The man loved having them played with and gently nibbled.

“I’ll remember that comment when I’m balls deep in that tight little hole of yours.”

“Promises, promises.”

Letting out a snarl, Ares yanked open Matteo’s trousers and shoved them down around his thighs.

Matteo inhaled sharply, feeling the cool air of the winter's night dancing along his bare skin—reminding him that they were about to fuck in his greenhouse. This section of the structure was quite a few degrees cooler than the sections where his plants were growing. Mostly, this area was used as a workspace to tend to items that needed fixing. A small window off to the side provided a crack of fresh air into the otherwise warm structure.

Ares gripped Matteo’s dick, giving him a cocky grin as he began moving his hand along the length of his shaft.

“Tell me, Mr. GQ, how long has it been since you had these balls drained?” Ares whispered, lips barely inches from Matteo’s.

Matteo looked up toward the ceiling as if deep in thought.

“Well, I had a creepy old dude with a fetish for break-and-enter blow me while I was vacationing in Spain. It was one of those community service blowjobs you allow once a year.”

“Community service?” Ares asked, tightening his grip on Matteo’s cock and squeezing his balls with his other hand.

“Yeah, you know, when you throw an unattractive guy a bone and let him suck you off once a year. I call it ‘giving back to the community.’ Poor guy looked like he hadn’t had a real man’s cock in his mouth in years.”

Ares tightened his grip on Matteo’s balls to the point where Matteo could feel his stomach in his throat.Fuck.

“Community service, my ass,” Ares snarled, releasing his balls and grabbing the back of Matteo’s head so he could maul his lips once more.

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