Chapter 324: Sweet Dick & Sweet Cream

Adrian moaned, "Yes... please... please suck me..."

Matteo sucked the sweet cream away, rolling the highly sensitive bud between his tongue and teeth with expert, ruthless precision.

The thick, sweet cream melted on his tongue, but Matteo barely tasted it. His focus narrowed entirely to the shuddering, breathless man in his lap.

Sucking the sensitive bud deep into his mouth, Matteo rolled his tongue around it, teasing with deliberate, maddening slowness before nipping softly with his teeth.

Adrian writhed against him, his fingers digging into Matteo’s broad shoulders as a shameless, wet moan tore from his throat.

"Ah... mmn... oh" Adrian cried out, his head falling back against the leather headrest.

The friction of their bodies grinding together sent electric shocks of pure heat straight to Matteo’s core. Beneath layers of fabric, Matteo pressed the heavy, aching length of his cock upward, hard and demanding.

Instinctively, Adrian began to roll his hips, grinding down against the thick ridge trapped between them.

To anchor him, Matteo’s large hand clamped down over Adrian’s hip, pinning his waist firmly against his lap. His mouth never left its target, swirling his tongue in wet circles over the pebble-hard nipple, alternating between rough suction and gentle, agonizingly slow laps that made Adrian whimper.

What started as a playful flirt had completely spiraled. Adrian didn’t want it to stop; he needed more of this heat, more of Matteo.

Trembling, Adrian reached down between their bodies. His fingers fumbled blindly before catching the zipper of Matteo’s trousers, dragging it down with a sharp, metallic rasp.

Matteo didn’t stop him. Instead, his hand left Adrian’s hip, the warm pads of his fingers trailing slowly along the edge of Adrian’s waistband. With agonizing deliberation, his hand slipped beneath the fabric, sliding deep inside the trousers until his palm wrapped securely around Adrian’s hot, weeping cock.

A sharp gasp hitched in Adrian’s throat.

Emboldened, Adrian’s hand slipped past Matteo’s lowered zipper, his fingers closing tightly around Matteo’s thick, pulsing cock.

Matteo’s breath caught, his dark eyes heavy with pure lust. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a rough, low whisper against Adrian’s ear. "Baby... grab my dick from the middle," he instructed, his thumb pressing into Adrian’s wrist to guide him. "And slowly stroke up to the head. Just like that."

Trapped within the tight confines of their clothing, their hands began to move in tandem, jerking each other off. Matteo guided Adrian’s hand, teaching him the exact pressure he craved, while stroking Adrian’s hard dick in return.

Unable to take the restriction any longer, Matteo reached down. With quick, efficient movements, he helped clear the heavy fabric away, bringing both of their throbbing, rock-hard dicks out into the open air, dripping with pre-cum.

Matteo paused the movement of his hand.

He lifted his gaze, locking eyes with Adrian’s hazy, desire-drunk stare. Slowly, deliberately, Matteo leaned in, capturing Adrian’s mouth in a searing, wet kiss. He sucked on Adrian’s lower lip, coaxing a soft gasp before moving to devour his upper lip. Their tongues tangled fiercely, slick and warm, the intimate, erotic sound of their saliva mixing filling the quiet space between them.

When Matteo finally pulled back, a thin, silver string of saliva connected their swollen lips.

He immediately returned his focus below, his hand wrapping tight around the base of Adrian’s dick. As he began to pump his hand up and down, his deep voice vibrated against the quiet, coaching Adrian through every filthy movement.

"Keep that grip right there, baby," Matteo groaned, his eyes heavy-lidded as he watched Adrian stroke him. "Feel how good your hand feels wrapped around my cock? Let’s go a little faster now... stroke it harder, baby, right up to the head..."

With their bodies locked together, they moved in perfect sync. Matteo pumped his hand faster on Adrian’s weeping cock, while Adrian furiously stroked Matteo’s heavy dick in return.

The car filled with a symphony of raw, unfiltered indulgence.

The wet, rhythmic slap and squelch of skin on skin echoed loudly in the confined space, blending seamlessly with their overlapping, breathless moans. They both squeezed their eyes shut, completely blind to everything except the friction, the heat, and the heavy weight of each other’s throbbing dicks.

"Ah... fuck, Matteo, your cock feels so good... ahh..." Adrian whimpered, his hips jerking wildly as he furiously milked Matteo’s thick shaft, while Matteo’s hand pumped relentlessly over Adrian’s dick, driving them both closer to the edge.

"Faster, baby!" Adrian begged, his voice cracking around a desperate sob. "Please... faster, Matteo!"

Matteo immediately obeyed, his large hand pumping faster up and down Adrian’s hard dick. At the same time, Matteo leaned down, swirling his wet tongue over the hardened peak of Adrian’s nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth.

"Fuck, Matteo," Adrian moaned, his head falling all the way back against the leather seat as he ruthlessly stroked Matteo’s thick cock in return.

"Yes, baby," Matteo growled against his skin. Their hands pumped in a synchronized, frantic blur of friction and heat.

Matteo moved his mouth up, sucking fiercely at the tender skin of Adrian’s neck, biting and licking until he left a dark, angry red mark behind. He didn’t stop there; his wet tongue darted up to trace the shell of Adrian’s ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth to relentlessly tease him until Adrian was practically sobbing, begging for him.

Sweating heavily despite the blast of the car’s AC, Matteo finally sought Adrian’s lips. Their mouths crashed together in a hungry, desperate kiss, their tongues tangling fiercely.

Matteo’s grip tightened, his hand sliding in slick, rapid strokes from the soaked base of Adrian’s dick all the way up to the thick, weeping cockhead.

"Fuck," Adrian moaned directly into Matteo’s mouth, his hips bucking wildly. "I’m close... please, baby, I’m going to cum!"

Their loud, ragged moans muffled against each other’s lips. With their eyes squeezed tight, completely lost to the blinding pleasure, they jerked each other off with ruthless speed. Both of their cocks were leaking thick strands of pre-cum, slicking their palms as the wet friction became unbearable.

Suddenly, Adrian’s whole body went rigid. "Ahhhh! Fuck, I’m cumming!" he screamed, his high, breathy moans filling the car. His dick twitched violently, shooting thick ropes of cum directly onto their rapidly moving hands.

Anticipating the mess, Matteo quickly grabbed a handful of tissues from the center console, pressing them over Adrian to catch the heavy spill while Adrian whined and shuddered through his climax.

Even while coming apart, Adrian’s grip on Matteo didn’t falter. He kept milking Matteo’s thick cock, his hand now coated in warm cum, stroking harder and faster to help him over the edge. Matteo chased the feeling, groaning loudly as he thrust his hips upward to meet Adrian’s frantic hand. Knowing he was right on the brink, Matteo buried his face into the untouched side of Adrian’s neck, sucking another fresh red mark into his flushed skin.

"I’m close," Matteo rasped. He grabbed Adrian’s face, capturing his lips in another bruising kiss. "Baby, I’m going to cum."

"Yes... Cum for me, Daddy! Cum for me!" Adrian begged, his hand locked tightly around Matteo’s thick cock, speeding up his strokes to match Matteo’s frantic thrusts.

"Fuck... fuuuck, I’m cumming!" Matteo roared.

He jerked his hips forward, burying his thick cock deep into Adrian’s fist as his climax finally hit. Thick, heavy spurts of sperm shot from his slit with wet, rhythmic splatters, completely covering Adrian’s hand in hot, sticky white.

Matteo breathed heavily, his chest heaving as his dick pulsed and twitched, completely emptying everything he had into Adrian’s grip.

When the final spasms passed, Adrian reached for the tissues, carefully and tenderly wiping the slick mess of their mixed cum off their hands and stomachs.

They made no move to pull up their clothes and quickly dress. Instead, Matteo pulled Adrian flush against his chest, wrapping him in a warm, protective hug. His cock was still twitching and sensitive from cumming as it rested against Adrian’s thigh. Matteo pressed a soft, lingering kiss to Adrian’s neck.

"Thank you, baby," Matteo whispered fondly. "You are the sweetest thing ever."

Adrian smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of Matteo’s neck in return. "I love you so much."

Matteo held him even tighter, anchoring him close. "I love you more."

They held each other close, the stifling heat of the car slowly shifting into a comfortable, lazy warmth. Matteo lazily rubbed circles into Adrian’s back, breaking the quiet with a low, rumbling voice. "What part of sex do you enjoy the most?"

Adrian hummed, melting into the soothing touch. "Every part of you. Inside me, outside me... it all feels amazing. But when you hit that one specific spot deep inside me... Daddy, you make me completely lose my mind."

Matteo smiled, pressing a lingering kiss to Adrian’s bare shoulder. "What do you think about a yacht trip next week? We can invite everyone else to come along and make it a fun trip."

Adrian pulled back slightly, his eyes lighting up. "Wow, I’d love that. But I’ll only agree on one condition. You have to wear a matching all-white outfit with black sunglasses. That will make you look damn hot. If you promise to wear that, I’ll agree."

"Deal," Matteo replied without a second of hesitation.

"Alright then," Adrian declared brightly. "Maxwell and I will go shopping tomorrow."

Matteo frowned, lifting Adrian’s chin so they made eye contact. "Why do you want to go with Maxwell? Why not with me?"

"Because I want to be the one to pick the outfit out for you," Adrian explained. "And besides, I want to get you some jewelry to go with it. You just need to tell me your style and your ring size. I want to make sure my baby looks perfectly hot."

Matteo’s brow furrowed, a flash of possessiveness in his eyes. "I’m your boyfriend. Don’t take Maxwell with you. Take me with you, baby."

Adrian immediately pointed a stern finger at Matteo’s chest. "Behave. You are not going anywhere with me, and that’s final. You stay home. I will go out and shop with Maxwell."

Matteo pouted, looking entirely too pitiful for a man of his status. "Alright. But you take my card and get anything you want."

"I have enough money," Adrian refused. "I’ll be using my own money. I want to buy your things with my money, not yours."

"No, baby, spend my money," Matteo insisted.

"I want to spend my money!" Adrian huffed, crossing his arms and pretending to sulk. "Stop making me feel poor. I have my own money."

Matteo panicked slightly, quickly pulling Adrian back into his arms. "I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t mean it that way! I only want you to spend my money because I want to spoil you. I’m not trying to make you feel less than me, please forgive me, baby."

Adrian hid a smirk and sighed dramatically. "Fine. I forgive you, okay?"

Relieved, Matteo hugged him tightly.