“Don’t hold back, Matty. I want to hear all your delicious sounds.” The tip of Steve’s finger brushed past Matt’s hole. “I want everyone on the other side of this door to know exactly what we’re doing.” Steve leaned close. His nose brushed against Matt’s jawline.
Matt could only stand there and tremble. Steve’s hands found their way to Matt’s hips. He shivered when Steve’s thumbs caressed his hip bones. Steve spun Matt around and pressed his chest against the door. He gasped when the cool wood made contact with his flushed skin. Matt braced his hands against the door.
Steve leaned close. His weight pressed into Matt, squeezing him between Steve’s solid form and the door. He grabbed Matt’s wrists and pinned them over his head with one hand.
“Should I fuck you right here, Matty? Do you want me to take my cock out and fuck your tight little ass, right here, where anyone walking by could hear you moan and beg? You make the prettiest sounds when I mark you, did you know that?” Steve ground his cock against Matt’s ass and Matt lost the power to think. He had an unforgiving grip on Matt’s wrists. Matt closed his eyes.
“Yes, Sir. I need it. Please.”
“You beg so nice, my pretty boy. Open that pretty mouth for me.” Steve commanded.
Matt opened his mouth and Steve slid two fingers inside.
“Suck, Matty. Get them nice and wet for me so I can open you up.”
Fuck. Matt’s caged cock gave a valiant twitch. He sucked and slurped and swirled his tongue around Steve’s fat fingers until Matt’s saliva dripped off them. Steve let go of Matt’s wrists and backed up a little. When Matt started to let his aching arms down, Steve cracked him on the ass. White hot pain surged through him and heat bloomed in his ass cheek.
“Keep your arms where I leave them, boy.”
“Yes, Sir.” Matt put his arms back. He was determined not to let Steve down again. But that one hit to his ass, fuck! It lit him up inside. He almost wanted to disobey so he could get another one.
Steve smoothed his hand over the heated skin and gave it a squeeze. “If you need something, Matty, all you have to do is ask. There’s no need to be a brat if you want me to spank your sweet little ass I will.”
The idea of Steve pinning Matt down over his lap or tying him to a bench and spanking his ass until he was red-hot all over and begging for release made Matt tilt his hips and press his ass into Steve. “Fuck. That’s so hot.”
Steve chuckled and slowly worked his spit-slicked fingers into Matt’s pucker. Matt hissed, he was still slightly tender, but his lust overrode the discomfort.
“What color, boy?”
“Green, Sir.”
Steve worked his fingers deeper. Matt’s heart warmed at the care his Dom took to make sure he wasn’t going to injure Matt. Pain was one thing, harm was another. Matt noticed that no matter what Steve did, he always made sure no harm came to Matt.
Steve’s fingers left Matt and he whined, which earned a light pop on the bottom from Steve.
“Greedy sub.” Steve laughed. Matt heard a zipper, then a foil wrapper.
It hit him all at once as Steve thrust inside him. This was real, and Steve was his Dom now. This wasn’t some sort of strange dream. He wasn’t going to wake up in his car. Matt sighed as Steve withdrew, then slammed into him again. Steve gripped his hips and arranged Matt how he needed him. His ass was tilted out, his lower back arched. He didn’t move his hands from their place above his head.
When Steve started to piston, rough, fast, and harder than Matt thought possible, Matt’s tongue loosened. He couldn’t keep his mouth shut. Steve wanted to hear him. Steve wanted other people to hear him.
“That’s it, my sweet boy. You like this, don’t you? You like being fucked like this, where anyone can hear you.” Steve’s fingers were vises on his hips.
“So much. So good. Fuck. God. Jesus. It’s so good.” Matt’s words turned into incomprehensible noises.
Steve slowed his assault and leaned in close to Matt. His breath washed over Matt’s neck in hot waves and Matt relished the closeness.
“You’re not going to come this time, sweet Matty. Do you know why?”
Forming actual words was a Herculean effort. “No, Sir.”
Steve’s mouth skated across Matt’s bare shoulder. His shirt brushed against Matt’s hot skin, reminding him that Steve was still fully dressed. “Because I don’t want you to.”
Matt whimpered.
“You’re my good boy, Matty and when I do let you come, it’s going to be so good. So, so good.” Steve drew back, then slammed into Matt. His thrusts were sharp and unforgiving.
Matt didn’t care that his arms ached. He didn’t care that anyone within thirty feet of Steve’s office would know what they were doing. He didn’t care about any of it because none of it existed anymore. The world narrowed until it contained only him, and Steve and the way Steve’s hips slammed into him. The stretch of Steve inside him. It was overwhelming, and Matt loved it. Then Steve barked out a curse, shuddered and came.
Steve leaned against Matt, pinning him to the door. He pulled out slowly and still Matt didn’t move. He couldn’t’ve if he tried. His sweat-slick hair lay plastered to his forehead. He panted and kept his eyes closed. Steve gently grabbed Matt’s wrists and put his arms down. Matt barely registered the agony as the muscles moved and circulation returned to his hands.
Steve pulled Matt against him and helped him over to a couch. He stretched out and pulled Matt down on top of him. Steve’s fingers stroked through Matt’s hair and he whispered to Matt, over and over.
“You’re such a good boy, sweet Matty. So sexy. So obedient.” Now and then Steve would bend his head down and press a kiss against Matt’s hair. “You’re so good, Matty. You were beautiful.”
Finally, Matt regained enough of his wits to tilt his head up and look at Steve. “Thank you, Sir.” Matt blinked at Steve a few times. God, Steve was amazing. Being in his arms was like nothing Matt had ever felt and he couldn’t quite put a name to it. There didn’t seem to be an adequate way to describe the absolute rapture he felt. His arms ached. His ass stung a little. His balls were heavy and tight, and his poor cock was caged.
“How do you feel, Matty?”
Matt closed his eyes and rested his head against Steve’s chest. His steady heartbeat soothed Matt. “I feel wonderful. Thank you, Sir.”
Steve carded his fingers through Matt’s hair. “Are you up for a shopping trip?”
“Shopping, Sir?”
“Yes, Matty. There are some things I want to buy for you. When you feel up to it, I’d like you to get dressed.”
Matt snuggled into Steve’s chest. “Five more minutes? Please?” Matt pleaded sleepily.
Steve chuckled and kissed the top of Matt’s head. “Okay, Matty. Five more minutes.”
Matt fell asleep to the sound of Steve’s voice telling him over and over what a good boy he was.
They didn’t get to go on their shopping trip that day. There was a snag at the club with a food delivery that required Steve’s attention and by the time it was dealt with, neither Steve nor Matt were into shopping. The following days, Steve kept Matt busy at the restaurant and the club.
Four days later, Steve led Matt into a store. Their fingers were interlaced, and Steve towed him straight to the underwear section.
“I’ve ordered some special things online for you, but I wanted to bring you here so you could pick your own.”
Matt would go crazy if he tried to figure out what Steve meant by special things and instead scanned the racks of underwear. He saw a red and black pair with the word ‘protein’ on the front and snatched it off the rack with a gleeful expression. “I’m totally getting these.”
Steve shook his head. “Maybe I’ll get that pair for myself to remind you what your first meal of the day is supposed to be.”
Even the mention of it had Matt itching to drop to his knees. He wanted to press his face against Steve’s crotch and breathe him in. Every day with Steve got better and better
, but last night had taken the cake. Steve had put in a movie and Matt had spent most of the movie worshipping Steve’s cock. He’d sucked him until he blew then licked him clean. Steve would grab him by the hair and yank him up to his mouth for a blistering kiss, before releasing him and commanding him to continue. He could’ve done it for hours, but Steve put a stop to it when the movie ended. Then Steve took him to the bedroom, bent him over the bed and fucked him senseless.
The memory made Matt wince a little. He felt slightly sore from all the sex they’d been having, but he didn’t want to miss out on a single minute. He’d waited too long to be with Steve to ask him to slow down.
Steve snapped Matt out of reverie when he held a pair of electric blue briefs in front of Matt’s face. “These would look hot on you.”
Matt grabbed them and chucked them in the basket he’d picked up at the entrance to the store. “You think every pair in here would look good on me.”
“Only because you make them look good, baby.” Steve bumped his shoulder against Matt’s and continued looking through the racks.
A warm sensation swirled in Matt’s stomach at the sound of the endearment. Usually Steve called him Matty, or sweet Matty. Baby was new, and Matt had to admit that he liked it. It made him believe that he belonged to Steve.
He knew it had been stupid to have doubts about Steve. Steve saved him. He’d plucked him off the streets and rescued him from his own stupid mistakes.
Steve nudged Matt with his elbow. “I like these.” He held up a sheer pair of black boxer briefs that had yellow racing stripes down the sides.
Matt smiled and dropped them in the basket, then chose a red and blue pair.
By the time they’d made it up to the counter, Matt must’ve had at least thirty pairs of underwear of different styles. No two were alike. Matt didn’t look at the total increase as the clerk rang the purchases through. He couldn’t. Hearing Steve say he was going to take care of Matt and give him everything he needed was one thing. It was another thing entirely to witness Steve spend a small fortune on underwear.
Matt wiped his sweaty palms on the legs of his pants, then took the bags from the clerk. Steve had already given Matt so much. He gave him a home, a job, affection, everything he needed and then some. Matt would never be able to repay him.
Steve put his hand on Matt’s elbow. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, maybe a little hungry.” Matt hoped Steve believed the lie.
“I’m going to run to the bathroom first, then we can hit up the food court if you’d like.”
Matt feigned a gasp. “Food court food. You?”
“Deep fried food is my secret weakness.” Steve winked and kissed Matt on the cheek. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
Matt watched Steve until he disappeared from sight. His palms itched with the urge to dig through the bags and find the receipt, but Matt didn’t know if it was in there, or if Steve had pocketed it. He hadn’t been paying attention and now he wished he had. Steve had said that he’d take care of Matt’s needs. Matt certainly didn’t need thirty pairs of fancy underwear. He swore to himself that he’d pay him back one day.
“Matt?”
Matt snapped out of his daze. Cam stood in front of him with a furrowed brow and a look of absolute disapproval on his face.
“Cam. Hi. How are you?”
“What are you doing here?” Cam eyed the bags in Matt’s hands.
“I’m with my boyfriend. We’re shopping.” Matt wasn’t sure if boyfriend had been the right word, but he could hardly tell Cam that his Dom had taken him out underwear shopping.
Cam’s eyes damn near popped out of his head. “Boyfriend? Is that where you’re staying now?”
Matt shifted his weight from foot to foot and glanced around hoping to see Steve but saw no sign of him. “Um. Yeah.” Matt frowned. “You knew I moved?”
“I went by your place about a month ago. I wanted to see how your job search was going, but they said you left with no notice.”
“I did. I couldn’t afford to stay there. I got evicted.” Matt flinched. He hadn’t meant to tell Cam anything, but his older brother always made him nervous. Cam only wanted what was best for him, but the way he looked at Matt made him feel like a nuisance.
“So you moved in with some random guy?” Cam crossed his arms over his chest and cast another disapproving frown down at the bags Matt carried. Cam curled his lip in disgust. “Real nice, Matt. Are you ever going to grow up and stand on your own two feet?”
“Cam, you don’t understand, Steve…”
Cam held up a hand and talked over Matt. “Oh, I understand perfectly. You’re whoring yourself out for a place to stay.”
Matt’s eyes stung. The bags in his hands felt like lead bricks. “It’s not like that.”
“Do you pay rent?”
“Well, no…but…”
“Are you fucking him?”
“That none of your business!” Matt flinched.
“Then it’s exactly like that. You’re whoring yourself out for three hots and a cot. You’re using him. Come back and work in the shop. You can stay in my spare room. I know we don’t get along so great, but it’s better than this. At least it’s honest.”
Matt’s chest heaved. He blinked back tears. Cam had it all wrong. Matt wasn’t whoring himself out. Steve cared about him.
“No.” Matt tried to step away and Cam grabbed his arm. “Let me go. You don’t understand.” Matt wrenched his arm free but dropped one of the bags in the process. It hit the floor, and the contents spilled out. Matt flung himself down and hurriedly stuffed everything back into the bags. “It’s not what you think, Cam.” Matt’s protested.
“Jesus Christ, Matt. What did he do to you?” Cam’s fingers brushed Matt’s neck as he pulled the collar of his shirt away. “Jesus. Look at you. You’re covered in bruises. Are those bite marks?”
Matt finished shoving everything in the bag and bolted to his feet. He couldn’t wait for Steve to come back. He had to leave. He had to get away from Cam and his dirty looks and his accusations.
“Matt, you have to come home with me. You’re not safe.”
Matt shook his head then rushed past Cam and out the doors of the mall. He didn’t understand. He wouldn’t. Not even if Matt explained it to him. Matt couldn’t shake the ice-cold fear that lodged into his heart. He couldn’t help but ask himself if Cam had been right. He was too cowardly to answer his own question.
Chapter Ten
Steve
Steve exited the bathroom in time to watch Matt fly out of the mall with his bags streaming behind him. Dread and confusion stabbed Steve in the stomach as he started after him.
“Matt!” Steve called after him as Matt practically ran toward Steve’s car. “Matt, wait. Matty, stop.” Steve used his Dom voice and Matt stopped walking away from him.
Steve approached Matt as if he were approaching a frightened animal. Hell, Matt looked scared. He kept his eyes downcast and his body trembled.
“Are you okay?” The question had been asked as a reflex. Matt wasn’t okay. “What happened? Why are you so upset?”
Matt wouldn’t look at Steve. He kept his chin tucked to his chest. His shoulders shook. Steve put his arm around Matt. “Come on. Let’s get you home. When you’ve calmed down you can tell me what happened, okay.”
Matt nodded and let Steve take the bags from him. Steve stowed the bags in the back seat then climbed in the driver's seat. Matt used his sleeve and wiped tears from his face. Steve reached out to him and put his hand on Matt’s leg. He hated seeing Matt so distraught. “What happened, Matty? Please tell me.”
Matt looked at him. The pain in his blue eyes gutted Steve. He’d never seen him look so destroyed before. “I saw Cam.” Matt wrapped his arms around his stomach and he wrenched his gaze away from Steve’s. His next words were so quiet that Steve couldn’t hear them.
“You have to speak up, I couldn’t hear you.” He cupped Matt’s cheek and used his thumb to wipe a t
ear away.
“He thinks I’m using you. He thinks I’m fucking you for a place to stay.”
Steve kept a tight rein on his rage. He didn’t want Matt to think that any of it had been directed at him. He wanted to save it all for Matt’s piece of shit brother. “You’re not using me, Matty. I invited you to my home because I care about you. I’m with you because I care about you. What else did your brother say?”
Matt shrugged. He still wouldn’t meet Steve’s gaze. “He called me a whore. Told me to come work at the shop and stay in his spare room because at least that’s honest. Now that I’m getting on my feet he has a job for me.” Matt sniffled. “Figures.”
Steve frowned. “What do you mean, now that you’re getting on your feet he has a job for you?”
Matt’s shoulders rounded. “I went there after I quit, after the other job fell through. I lied to him. I told him I got laid off. He wouldn’t hire me. He told me to get unemployment.”
“Which you were likely denied because you quit your job.” Steve took a deep breath. “How did he find out you’re staying with me?”
“He told me he came by my place to see how the job search was going, and they told him I left. When I said you were my boyfriend, he guessed.”
“Matty, look at me.” Steve waited patiently for Matt to lift his gaze. He hated seeing Matt upset, and hated Cam even more for the ugly way he treated his brother. Steve would like nothing more than to find Cam and cave his face in, but that wasn’t what Matt needed. Matt needed someone to hold him and love him and prove to him that he was worth more than he’d been taught he was. “Matty, you don’t listen to a word he says, okay. Cam…he’s not a good guy.”
Matt’s eyes widened. “But he’s always looked out for me. He hired me at the garage after Dad left it to him. He gave me a place to stay. Sure, he made me move out eventually, but he was right. I did need to be an adult and stand on my own two feet.”
“Cam wasn’t there when you needed him. He wouldn’t give you a job and when he found out you moved, he didn’t look for you. He had to have known you were in trouble. He treated you horribly today, Matty.”
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