Page 138 of Pucking Matt
“You better not,” I say. “I’m on a mission, remember?”
“You know that’s actually torture, right? I’ll be cramping all night, so whether you like it or not, I’m coming tonight.”
“Is that a challenge?” I murmur.
He laughs. “No, but I’ll give you a choice of where it happens. Maybe here,” he touches my mouth, and the thought of that turns me on. “Or here,” he says as his finger touches my cleavage. “Maybe here?” he says, touching my stomach. “Or,” he says, looking down. He presses his fingers gently against my vagina, and I moan. My eyelids flutter as he rubs me. “Here.”
I close my eyes and my head falls back onto the bed. “Matt,” I moan as he works me up.
“I bet you’re so fucking wet for me, Amber.”
I think I could orgasm just like this. His fingers are hitting the right spot along with the position of my jeans.
“Matt,” I moan. I need him right fucking now, but I know we shouldn’t an hour before his mom gets married. “Matt,” I say, seeing stars.
“Yeah?”
Shit, I’m seriously seeing stars. I need to catch my breath. I swallow and say, “I’m getting light-headed. I need water.”
He reaches for his flask as I sit up. I take a few sips as he sits next to me. Okay, the stars are gone. That was intense.
I laugh, handing it back to him. Water drips from my lips, so I wipe it. “Okay.” I’m finally out of that ecstasy bubble. “I think we should stop.”
He takes a sip of his water, watching me.
I say, “Let’s get through the wedding first.”
He leans over and kisses my cheek. “Okay.”
We sit on the bed, side by side, and grab our phones.
“What did Kyle say?” he asks comfortably next to me.
“Jealous much?” I joke, clicking on my messages and nudge him.
Kyle: Hey, if you’re not busy, want to grab a drink tonight?
“Straight to the punch,” Matt says. “At least you know what he wants from you.”
I hold up my phone and say, “This is a friendly request to hang out.”
Matt scoffs. “No, that’sI’m getting you drunk so we can fuck later.”
I shake my head. “You don’t know him. He’s not like that.”
“Oh, I know how it is to be a guy, and that’s exactly what he’s doing.”
“Should I say yes to prove you wrong?” I question.
Matt scowls at me. “You have a terrible need to always be right.”
“Okay, so riddle me this. A guy wants me to be his fake girlfriend for a weekend, making me stay overnight at a hotel with one bed. What does he want?”
Matt shrugs. “He–”
“To sleep with her, right?”
He shakes his head, holding his hand out. “You cut me off. That guy wants her. Period.”
