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Kissing his temple, I squeeze him to me. “I bet. You want my cum anywhere, Princess?”
I’m more than content to offload in the condom for easy clean up, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to see Matty wearing my release.
He smiles up at me, eyes half-lidded and gives me a sluggish nod. Before I can ask him where, he takes my hand and guides it up his stomach and across his chest.
Getting the memo, I press a kiss to his lips and gently slide out of him. It feels wrong. After who knows how long of fucking, of coming close and being pushed back from the edge again and again, not having Matty around me feels foreign.
He rolls to his back, arms thrown up over his head in the picture of leisure, and I settle myself over his hips.
Matty Nichols is a sexy man, and if I wasn’t seriously fucked out, I’d get lost in him all over again.
I slide the condom off and hiss at the sensitivity of skin on skin as I start with a few languid strokes. It doesn’t takelong to build, to overflow, and where I expect an explosion, it’s more like a gut punch.
Matty’s eyes watching me with such open adoration. Satisfaction is weaved into every line of his face, an expectant smile on his lips. I’m amazed at how badly I want to kiss him, to taste that smile and let the orgasm be an afterthought.
I lean forward, spurts of my cum painting his chest and abdomen, and take his mouth in a lazy, sensual kiss that lasts until my dick is spent and body is bone dry.
When I release him and he gets a good look at the mess I made, his lips quirk into a grin, and he dips a finger into a pool of spend near his bellybutton. Dragging it up through the mess, smearing cum into his skin, he puts it up to his lips and sucks it clean.
My gut twinges with re-ignited arousal, but my dick is in no condition to rally.
“Fuck, you’re filthy, Princess.”
His gaze smoulders, raising both hands to weave into his own hair. “Clean me up, troublemaker?”
Locking eyes with him, I lower my mouth to his stomach, collecting the cooled, salty cum on my tongue. I’ve never tasted myself before, and while it’s not up there on enjoyable experiences, Matty’s enraptured stare certainly is. I don’t stop until he’s licked clean, and even then I take my mouth on a descent of his body, flicking my tongue into his bellybutton and listening to him chuckle tiredly.
“Get up here and cuddle me,” he slurs with a stifled yawn. “I’m wiped.”
If tonight has shown me anything, it’s that I can’t tell Matty no, and so even though I should urge him into a shower or at least go get us a washcloth, I curl up beside him and let him roll into me. He lays on my arm while I hug hiswaist. One of his arms comes around my middle, the other trapped between our bodies.
Matty is out before I’ve even come down from the high of the evening. This day has been a rollercoaster of emotions, and I wonder if tomorrow we’ll be thinking clearer and see these escapades in a new light.
How do we go back to being friends after this? When Matty finds his own place, will our friendship come to a natural end without us tempting each other every day?
I don’t want to think about it; I don’t want to worry about what could happen. I want to focus on what we just did.
Amazing sex with an incredible man.
Matty turned something passion filled into not only an adventure but a journey. I’ve never laughed so much during sex. I’ve never been so wanted—demanded.
Sleep falls over me in a heavy haze with the only thoughts remaining being the sound of Matty’s breathing and the weight of his body in my arms.
If this is what love feels like, maybe it’s worth the risk of heartbreak.
18
MATTY
Drowningmy feelings in sex was a failure. A hot, satisfying failure, but still a damn failure.
That doesn't mean my heart doesn’t fill itself full of repressed emotions when I wake up in Elias’ embrace.
It's morning if light filtering in though the window is anything to go by, and I’m extra aware of how naked we both are. One of my legs is slung over his hips, his morning wood angled perfectly for me to rut against—or shift my hips and slip him inside me.
But my hole aches in protest, and my dick feels rubbed raw.
I haven't come like that since Riley and I started dating—and I have to shake my head hard to dislodge the thought.
