What He Craves: Desires Book 2 Page 14

  Steve hurried back to the bathroom a minute later. He kept his special surprise hidden behind his back. Before he got started, he walked up to Matt and kissed him. “You’re perfect.” Steve said as he pulled away.

  Matt leaned in. He placed his hand over Steve’s heart, then pressed his lips to Steve’s. The sweetness of Matt’s kiss nearly made Steve come undone. “Thank you.”

  Steve grinned. “Turn around.”

  Matt returned Steve’s feral smile and dutifully turned.

  “Put your hands on the counter and bend over.”

  Matt placed his hands on the counter, as instructed, and gave his ass a little wiggle as he bent over. “Again? Already? You’re going to wear me out.”

  Steve chuckled. With one hand he popped the top of the lube bottle open. The sound made Matt’s head jerk, and he looked over his shoulder at Steve.

  “Don’t worry, darling. I’m not going to wear you out.” Steve dribbled some lube down Matt’s crease. “Yet. Now face forward like a good boy.”

  Steve put some lube on the plug he’d grabbed, then placed the lube on the counter. He put one hand on the small of Matt’s back as he slowly teased Matt’s rim with the end of the plug.

  “Deep breath, darling.” Steve said as he eased the plug past the ring of muscle.

  Matt gasped and threw his head back as Steve slid the plug all the way in. For fun, he tapped the base a couple of times and watched Matt squirm.

  Steve leaned down and kissed Matt on the shoulder. “Come on, time to get dressed.”

  When they got to the bedroom, Steve opened Matt’s top drawer and pulled out the pair of electric blue lacy underwear they bought during their shopping trip. They were tight, sheer and they’d look amazing against Matt’s pale skin.

  “When you walked into the club that night in your little red shorts, everyone looked at you. Every eye in the place went to you. You were breathtaking. Magnificent. And you only had eyes for me. But I was stupid and afraid.”

  “Afraid?” Matt put his hand on Steve’s shoulder as Steve crouched down. He gently grabbed Matt’s ankle and raised his foot off the floor.

  “I was afraid that I would be too much for you. Too dominant. I worried that I’d end up pushing you away.”

  Matt laughed as Steve slid the briefs over his foot and up his ankle. “So to avoid pushing me away, you pushed me away? We’re meant to be, you know.”

  Steve slid Matt’s other foot through the leg hole. He stood and pulled the bright briefs up Matt’s legs. He reached in and gently arranged Matt’s half hard cock. “Comfortable?”

  Matt bit his lip and nodded his head. Steve pulled a stack of clothes off the top of the dresser and helped Matt step into a pair of tight black short-shorts and a thin, tight, jet-black muscle shirt.

  “Normally, I’d take you inside and make you wear nothing but the briefs, but the first part of the party is mixed company. Once wine and dinner end, we’ll give the vanilla-beans a ten minute warning before we get the party going.”

  “I hope everything goes okay.”

  “My staff is the best, and you didn’t miss a single detail. It’ll be fine.”

  Matt frowned. “I don’t want anything to go wrong.”

  Steve kissed the tip of Matt’s nose. “Everything will be fine.”

  They arrived at the club ahead of everyone else, including the guests of honor. Seeing the club decked out in fancy tablecloths and candlelight impressed Steve. It made the club seem softer and more romantic than it usually appeared. The lights that normally lit the stage were out, for now, and that only increased the romantic ambience of the room.

  Steve pulled Matt close to him and wrapped an arm around his waist. “You did a great job. It looks fantastic in here.”

  Matt shrugged. “All I did was tell your guys what to do.”

  Steve reached down and pinched Matt’s ass. “Don’t sell yourself short. I never could’ve made this place look as great as you did. You have an eye for this kind of thing.”

  Steve wanted to push Matt up against a wall and kiss him until he was breathless, but they had a party to host and the first guests had arrived.

  An hour into the shindig, Steve stood next to Alan, and they both watched their men from across the room. Craig and Everett had taken a shine to Matt, and it did Steve’s heart good to see his boyfriend so happy.

  “So when are you and Craig going to tie the knot?” Steve asked as he plucked another sparkling cider off a passing tray.

  “We’re still trying to decide. We need to talk to Hank about it and see when we can be spared from work. But I’d guess that it’ll be about a year or so. I want Craig to have the wedding he deserves.”

  Steve nudged Alan’s arm with his elbow. “You old softie.”

  Alan shrugged. “Never said I wasn’t.” Alan drained the rest of his cider. “I’m not the only softie in the room though.”

  Steve hid his grin behind his glass. “I don’t know what you mean.”

  “I see the way you look at Matt. You’re totally in love with him. Always have been.”

  Steve rolled his eyes. “Okay. Fine. You were right all along, but it worked out for the best, so you can stuff it now, okay.”

  “I’m sorry, did you say that I was right?”

  Steve glared at Alan. “Oh, look, it’s time for the second half of your party.” Steve caught a passing server. “Hit the lights.”

  A few moments later the stage flooded with light and Steve nudged Alan’s arm. “Time to get up there and make your thank you for coming speech.”

  Steve caught Matt’s eye from across the room. He couldn’t wait to get the party started.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Matt

  Matt didn’t have time to analyse Craig’s seemingly odd behaviour. If it was odd, Matt had no idea. He knew Craig wasn’t too keen on clubs, or hadn’t been, before Alan. He also understood it was a boundary Craig and Alan were actively pushing. That could be the reason Craig glanced at the door, again, for the third time in ten minutes.

  “You all right?” Matt finally asked. “You do realize that it’s me getting up on that stage soon, and not you, right?”

  Craig nodded his head. “I’m fine.”

  “Are you planning to make a break for it? You keep looking at the door.”

  “Oh, well, I invited someone last minute, but I don’t think they’re coming.” Craig shrugged a shoulder.

  Everett, who wore a black sheer button down with tiny black booty shorts and matching black leather wrist cuffs, nudged Matt’s arm and leaned in close. “Your dude is making major sex eyes at you.”

  Matt glanced up and met Steve’s electric gaze.

  Everett let out a low whistle. “Shit, dude. The two of you are seriously going to bring down the house. The way you guys look at each other, shit, fuckin’ hot.”

  Craig scowled at Everett.

  “What?” Everett reached for his drink.

  “You never said that about Alan and I.”

  Everett laughed. “That’s because he looks at you all mushy and you give him those big puppy-dog eyes. It’s sweet enough to give me a toothache. The two of you are so perfect together I mostly hate you.” Everett took a sip of his juice. “But you see Steve over there, he’s looking at Matt with more than a little unfiltered lust in his eyes. And Matt over here is pretty thirsty for it. You and Alan have the market cornered on sweetness, but Steve and Matt, shit. They’re hot. Epic hot.”

  Craig pouted. “Alan and I can be hot.”

  Everett laughed, and Matt thought he was going to say something else, then the stage flooded with light and Alan marched up onto the stage.

  Craig shimmied out of the booth. “That’s my cue, boys.”

  Matt watched Craig join Alan on stage where they made a nice, heartfelt, and thankfully, a short speech about how much it meant to them to have all their friends come out and celebrate with them. They warned the vanilla crowd that the PG-13 portion of the evening was coming to a close
. It had been discussed in great detail, but in the end, it had been decided that only members would be allowed to stay for the kinkier portion of the evening.

  Steve came to the table. He shot Matt a dark, lust filled look. It made Matt’s cock twitch in anticipation.

  “Thank you for keeping him company, Everett. I think Craig and Alan are going to sit up front and center if you want to join them.”

  Everett smiled. “It’s okay, Sir. I have a pretty decent view from here.”

  When Matt stepped close enough, Steve reached out and grabbed a handful of Matt’s shirt. He yanked him closer so his other arm could wrap around Matt’s waist. Matt’s head swam when Steve nuzzled his neck. His suddenly too-weak knees wouldn’t support him, and Matt latched onto Steve for support. Steve’s breath felt like fire on Matt’s skin.

  Steve’s hand slid under Matt’s shirt. The skin on skin contact made Matt’s pulse quicken. He’d been on edge all night. Being social, walking through the club. Eating and talking and sitting. He’d spent the whole night with a plug in his ass and Steve’s intense gaze on him and Matt felt nearly wild with want. He needed Steve like he’d never needed him before.

  “Master, please.” Matt tried not to tremble in Steve’s arms. He wanted to be strong for Steve. He wanted to make him proud.

  Steve pulled him close and stroked a hand through his hair. “Shh. It’s okay. You’re doing so good. So good.”

  Matt put his forehead on Steve’s shoulder and took a deep breath.

  “You’ve done so well, all night, Matty.” Steve smoothed a hand up and down Matt’s back. “You’ve made me so proud. It’s time to go up on stage. Okay, Matty? Are you ready?”

  Matt snorted. “I’ve been ready for hours, Master.”

  A sound of approval rumbled from Steve’s chest. “I can’t wait to play with you up there.” Steve pulled Matt tighter and ground his erection against Matt’s. Matt shuddered. His entire body turned into one gigantic nerve ending. He craved contact, touch, friction. Steve. He craved Steve and everything Steve would give him.

  Matt glanced at the empty stage. Steve had told him about their scene, about what he wanted to do to him. They’d talked it over, going through every moment of the scene was important to Steve. He’d wanted to make sure Matt knew what to expect. Even though he was armed with the knowledge of things to come, his stomach still did a nervous little kickflip at the sight of the brightly lit stage. In theory he knew what to expect. Reality was a different animal. In reality, Matt’s stomach fluttered, and his pulse raced. Then Matt shifted, and the plug moved inside him. Where some people would find it disturbing to walk around with an object in their ass, it soothed Matt. The fullness of his ass reminded Matt that he belonged to Steve. Matt exhaled and melted against Steve. All he had to do was listen to Steve. Steve had always looked out for him; he would always look out for him.

  Matt reached up and felt the chain that Steve had given him. “Love you, Master.”

  Steve cupped Matt’s cheek and in front of everyone in the club, kissed him sweetly on the lips. Matt felt truly claimed in that moment. Anyone watching would see how much Matt meant to Steve.

  Matt could still feel Steve’s lips against his when he spoke. “I love you, too, Matty.” He kissed him again. Deeper. He sank his tongue into Matt’s mouth. His hands gripped Matt’s hips, and he ground against him. Matt latched onto Steve’s arms, his fingers dug in as Steve continued the intense kiss that robbed Matt of any coherent thought.

  Then Steve pulled away. His eyes were dark and hungry. “Ready, Matty?”

  “Yes, Master.” Matt’s relief felt euphoric.

  Steve took Matt by the hand and led him up onto the stage. Matt had never been on the stage before and the lights were brighter than he expected them to be. He glanced out at the crowd and squinted. Then Steve’s fingers gripped his chin.

  “Look at me.”

  Matt’s gaze snapped to meet Steve’s.

  “Don’t look at them, Matty. They’re here to see you. They’re practically salivating.” Steve’s grip on Matt’s chin softened. Steve traced Matt’s jawline with his fingers, then it slid lower. Steve’s thumb traced Matt’s Adam’s apple as his fingers wrapped around the side of Matt’s neck. “You’re mine, Matty. You’re mine and they’re so fucking jealous that they don’t get to have you. That they’ll never have you.”

  Steve’s touch vanished, but only for a moment. From out of nowhere he produced the leather play collar. Matt worried for a moment that Steve would take off the chain that hung loose around his neck. But Steve didn’t. The leather slid around his neck and Steve fastened it, then gently checked to make sure it wasn’t too tight.

  “Are you ready, Matty?”

  Matt answered without hesitation. “Yes, Master.” He was more than ready. Matt closed his eyes and waited for what came next.

  Steve cupped his face, one hand on each cheek. Then his hands slid lower, down his neck. Over his shoulders. Across his collarbones. He felt Steve’s fingers grip the neckline of his shirt.

  Steve gripped, yanked. Matt lurched slightly as the fabric tore down the middle. It took another couple of rough yanks before the tattered shirt was stripped from his torso.

  Cold air splashed against Matt’s hot skin. His skin erupted in goosebumps and his nipples pebbled. The air wasn’t cold though. He knew that. Steve kept the club warm for all the scantily clad patrons. The initial rush of nudity on display made him feel cold. Then Steve circled around behind him. He put his hands on Matt’s shoulders and leaned in to whisper in his ear.

  “Good boy.” Steve purred. His hands slid down Matt’s arms, then moved to his waist. He hooked them into the top of Matt’s shorts. And yanked. The shorts were around his ankles. Matt knew that everyone could see him. The electric blue lace would be a beacon on the stage demanding everyone’s attention. Matt’s already hard cock stiffened. He lifted each foot, one at a time, and let Steve remove the shorts.

  Matt opened his eyes. Steve stood in front of him. Suddenly shirtless. God, the man was amazing to look at. Hard muscles. His hair was nothing more than a five o’clock shadow. His steely gaze commanded Matt’s attention.

  “To the bench, Matty.”

  “Yes, Master.” Matt took a few tentative steps over to the bench. It looked similar to the one they’d used last time. It resembled a wooden sawhorse, only it was wider to make it more comfortable for the submissive when they were bent over it.

  Matt walked to the bench. He wanted to touch it, to reach out and run his hands along the wood, knowing it would be even smoother than it looked. Steve came up behind him. He stood so close his erection pressed into Matt’s ass and his breath tickled the back of Matt’s neck. He slid his hands up Matt’s back, stopping at the shoulders, he pressed Matt forward, urging him to bend at the waist.

  Matt let his body follow Steve’s instructions. He lowered himself until he was draped over the bench. Matt lowered his head and shut his eyes. Steve’s fingers brushed his skin when he secured Matt’s wrists with the straps that were attached to the bench. Steve ran his hand up Matt’s arm and across his shoulders. Matt could feel Steve’s breath tickle across his ear when he spoke.

  “Do you remember your safe words, Matty?”

  “Yes, Master. Red is stop. Yellow is slow. But I’m feeling really, really green at the moment, Master.” Matt turned his head slightly. He opened his eyes and winked at Steve.

  Steve arched an eyebrow. “Are you sure you want to get cheeky right now, Matty?”

  Matt wiggled his eyebrows. “Seems like the perfect time to get cheeky.”

  Steve’s hand shot out and he gripped a handful of hair. He pulled Matt’s head to the side and laid a fierce kiss on his mouth. Matt’s insides liquefied as Steve’s tongue plunged into his mouth. Matt’s neck ached. His head swam. His cock throbbed.

  Then Steve released him, and Matt closed his eyes again. He let his head drop. He knew what was coming, but he didn’t know when. The plug was still seated in hi
s ass. A spark of apprehension coursed through him and he wondered what it would feel like to be spanked like that.

  Steve massaged Matt’s lace-clad ass cheeks. He bit back a smile and forced himself to take a deep breath. Then the first sharp smack cracked through the air like a sonic boom breaking the sound barrier. Someone in the crowd gasped and Matt felt his face heat as the second smack came down on the other cheek of his ass.

  Then…voices. Angry voices. Harsh whisper shouts clashed with someone who was shouting. Matt’s eyes flew open, and he turned his head.

  Cam.

  Cam stood at the back of the crowd. Craig blocked him from coming closer, which was stupid of him. Cam had inches on Craig, inches and pounds. He looked like a muscle bear and made Craig look like a twink.

  Matt couldn’t hear what was going on over the sudden commotion. He tried to stand, but his arms jerked and the straps bit into his wrists.

  “Master.” Matt called out, getting Steve’s attention. “Steve. The straps.” Matt yanked again.

  Cam shoved past Craig and made his way toward the stage. Alan blocked Cam from coming up on the stage while Steve undid the straps that kept Matt’s wrists in place.

  Not caring that he was wearing nothing, but a pair of electric blue boy cut panties, Matt hopped off the stage and stormed over to Cam.

  He folded his arms over his chest. “What are you doing here?”

  Cam’s eye twitched. His face was red, either from anger or from seeing Matt nearly naked and tied to a bench. “What am I doing here? What are you doing here?”

  “This is a private party. You need to leave.” Matt said. Steve came up behind him and put a hand on his shoulder but had yet to speak. Maybe he sensed that this was something Matt needed to handle.

  “I was invited.” Cam mimicked Matt’s posture and folded his arms over his chest.

  “Oh, please. Who the fuck invited you then?”