Page 57 of Forever

“Until my control snaps.”

Fuck.I pressed my thighs together.

“Like I said, you can borrow Tatiana for the night…”

“I’m good,” I said.

“If you say so.”

But suddenly my dress felt too warm. The heat coming off the other dancers was stifling. And I’m sure my cheeks were flushed.

“Have a good night, Brooklyn,” Tanner said and dropped his hands from my waist. “Let me know how it goes.”

I wasn’t having a threesome. But Tanner was right. I was suddenly desperate for Matt’s cock.

I weaved my way through the crowd and wrapped my hand around Matt’s forearm. “Come with me,” I whispered into his ear.

He didn’t protest. He just grabbed my hand and let me guide him toward the creepy hallway we’d come in through.

This time, I knew where the ghosts were falling from, so it was easy to dodge them. But my heart was still racing as I pulled Matt into the foyer.

I let go of his hand and started walking up the stairs, letting my hips swap.

He groaned from behind me. “Your ass in that dress.”

I smiled and kept walking. I went past Mason’s old bedroom and opened the door to Matt’s room. Unlike Halloween 16 years ago, there was no blood on the wall or on his bed. Isabella was gone. And we were safe. I turned around and pressed my palm on the center of Matt’s chest, until his back hit the wall.

His eyes trailed down my body. “What exactly did Tanner say to you?”

“Nothing important.” My fingers trailed down his abs, stopping just above his boxers.

“No?” He raised his eyebrow at me.

I shook my head. This wasn’t about what Tanner had said. Well, maybe a little about what Tanner had said. But I was also thinking about all the times that Matt had pleased me in this room. And that I definitely owed him a few blowjobs. Or according to him, hundreds from our timeapart. This room held a lot of memories. And most of them were like this.

I dropped to my knees and locked eyes with him.

He ran his thumb along my lower lip, smudging my red lipstick. “I can’t wait to see this color smeared on my cock.”

Jesus.I grabbed the sides of his boxers and slowly pulled down. His erection sprung free, almost hitting my cheek.

If he wanted my lipstick on his cock, I’d give it to him. I shifted forward on my knees.

His chest rose and fell as he stared down at me.

I loved when he stared at me like that. Like I was the only one that could please him. I slowly licked him from his base to his tip. And then I wrapped my lips around him.

He groaned and buried his fingers in my hair.

I moved up and down his length a few times before he started guiding my mouth. Faster and faster. He thrust deeper, hitting the back of my throat.

My eyes watered, but I didn’t gag.

“Good girl,” he said.

I loved when he called me that. I tightened my lips around him.

There was a knock on the door.

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