Page 109 of Roleplay at Randy's
“Good,” he chuckles. “You won’t turn me down, then.”
I don’t have a chance to ask or even scoff—because whenhave Ieverturned him down for anything?—because the next thing I know, my hands are pinned to the mattress and Matty’s tight heat is closing over the head of my dick.
“You have no idea how horny I’ve been,” he says with a breathy moan, taking all of me in one swift descent of his hips.
No condoms. No lube. Just our bodies coming together.
“All morning, getting the kids unloaded and back to their parents, taking the bus in for cleaning, all I’ve wanted forhoursis to come home and sink down on your dick.”
I’d touch him if he’d let me, but when Matty is desperate and emotional he wants all of the control. So, instead, I twine my fingers through his and let him hold me still while he rides my dick like the cock hungry slut he is.
“Matty.”
His eyes open slowly with a pleased smile. “Elias.”
“I love you.”
He drops his head to my chest, movements easing to a slow rock as his lips make a path across my bare skin.
“I love you.” His eyes are glassy, and I tug on our joined hands until he rises up to meet my mouth in a long overdue kiss.
My fingers find perch in his hair, shorter than it used to be but still falling into his eyes and tickling both of our cheeks. Matty’s arms wrap around my shoulders, becoming his anchor while he rolls his hips and pushes his tongue into my mouth.
“You aren’t allowed to leave me for that long again,” I mutter between kisses, nipping at his budding smile. “I mean it, Matty. Not having you here drove me out of my mind.”
“I know.” He’s still smiling, breaking away to brush his lips over the stubble on my chin. “You know why I couldn’tturn it down. The kids might never get another opportunity like that.”
There he goes, being reasonable and making me feel like a jerk. He jumped headfirst into spearheading an all-inclusive dance team almost as soon as we got settled, and he hasn’t stopped running with it since. His team is full of Deaf and hard-of-hearing kids, kids on the spectrum, ones with mobility aids; Matty goes out of his way to accommodate anyone who wants to join and give dance a try.
I fucking love that for him. But it’s become a time consuming part of his life, and I hate to admit how much I miss him on the regular.
“I’m so proud of you.” I drop a kiss to the shell of his ear, making him shudder and tighten around me. We both moan but are in no hurry to get anywhere. Just feeling and being a part of each other is enough for now.
“I’mproud ofyou,” he retorts, pushing up onto his elbows to bring his forehead to mine and rock his hips a little more steady. One of my hands goes to his waist, guiding and supporting. “Being an amazing dad, busting your ass at night in the club, and managing classes online all at the same time? You’re incredible.”
I could have taken up any number of jobs when we got here, but I guess a lot like Matty’s site, stripping is a part of me I’m oddly attached to. For now, it works out that Matty goes to the studio during the day to train with his kids, and at night I put the hours in on the pole.
Going back to college was more Matty’s idea than my own, but even though I’m mostly taking general education classes right now, it feels good to have something in my life that’s just mine. Cal has been my world since the day he was born, and while I’d never trade that for anything, I lost some of myself along the way.
Despite how busy we keep, Matty and I usually get a couple of hours at the end of the night to lie together, and we make sure there’s at least one day a week Miya can take Cal while we’re both off work.
Calum goes to school for part of the day, and there’s usually some time in the evening around dinner that we all get to spend together, but with everything we’ve got going on Matty and I don’t get as much alone time as we want.
“Remember when you asked me to give you forever?”
Matty stills, puffing his breath along my face and staring down at me. His eyes are a vast ocean of expressiveness, emotions like love and hope, and a tinge of fear that four years together hasn’t been able to completely shake.
“Don’t worry, Princess.” I stroke my thumb along his cheek. “Can you sit up for me?”
Without hesitation, he pushes off my chest so he’s sitting on my lap, and he wouldn’t be my beautiful, handsome Matty if he didn’t swivel his hips and make both of our eyes roll back in the process.
“Behave, doll.”
A soft breath escapes his lips, and the slight stiffness in his body goes lax. Some things never change, and Matty being good for me is one of them.
“I love you, Matty Nichols. I have loved you more and more every day for the last four years. I will never get enough of you. I never want to take a step without you by my side. You are my partner, my home, my love.”
“Your princess,” he cuts in with a soft, cheeky smile. “Your doll. Your sweetheart.”
