29. Hannah
Chapter twenty-nine
Hannah
I barely have time to crawl out from under the desk before Matty's back, grabbing me under the armpits and hauling me out. I may be a bigger girl, but I absolutely love how all of my guys can manhandle me.
It makes me feel small and delicate - not something I'm used to.
Matty spins me around so I'm facing his desk, his hard, angry-looking cock jutting straight out above his boxer briefs and slacks.
"I want to remember this every time I sit in this chair, but I want to remember how good your greedy pussy feels wrapped around my cock, instead." He growls, and holy fuck. Dirty talk, coming from my normally goofy, lighthearted Matty? And in that deep, commanding, growly voice? The hairs on my arms raise as goosebumps prickle my entire body. He sits on the chair which creaks under the sudden weight, before he pulls me down onto his lap. I worry that I'm too heavy for his lap, but I push that thought away before it's even fully formed.
"Feet on the chair, pretty girl."
It takes me a minute to maneuver around Matty's wide legs, but Matty grabs each ankle in a tight grip and guides me to where he wants me. When I finally have both feet on the armrests of his chair the mental image of what we must look like makes me blush. I'm no virgin, and I experimented plenty in college, but this? I'm spread wide, cool air floating over my drenched pussy, facing the door. I imagine what Ben would have seen if he'd walked in ten minutes later than he did.
Before I can spiral Matty wraps his hands around the backs of my thighs, lifts me, and slams me down on his hard cock.
"Oh, God!" I scream.
This angle, this position, he's so deep, and I'm so tight. He slams against my G-spot ruthlessly. He holds me up by my thighs and lowers his hips before snapping them up against me. He sets a mind-numbing pace as he ruts into me with abandon. An orgasm, strong, sharp, and massive seizes my muscles and I come with a scream. Matty's pace never falters, the sound of flesh slapping flesh as his hips slam into my ass and his strained grunts are all I can hear once the orgasm subsides and my ears stop ringing.
I'm completely spent, and in this position, I can't move. I'm completely under his control. So I lay my head against his chest and let him use my body to chase his own desire.
"One," thrust, "more," thrust, "pretty," thrust, "girl." He grunts between thrusts before he brings one hand around and slaps my clit.
The assault on my G-spot, and the sudden, sharp stimulation on my clit has me screaming again, this orgasm sharp and sudden.
Matty drops me to his lap before gripping my hips and pulling me against him as he shouts his own release. I've never heard a sexier sound. I melt against Matty's chest, just concentrating on catching my breath. I may have started riding again, but I'm still seriously out of shape if I'm going to keep up with the sex drive of three men.
Matty runs his nose up my throat before nipping my earlobe and sucking it into his mouth.
"Fuck, pretty girl. I'm never letting you go."
I smile and turn my face into his neck. "The feeling's mutual."
He gently grabs my ankles and helps me set them on the floor before urging me to stand up. I do, but on wobbly legs. Once he's certain I'm not going to fall, he dives back under my skirt.
"Christ, that's a pretty sight."
I go to squeeze my legs tight as I feel his warm come slide down my thigh. His warm hands stop me, though.
"I like seeing my come on you like this. It means you're mine."
Am I his, though? Where does that leave Santiago and Rico? Would they be angry? Would Matty if I said I wanted them all? I've just come out of a very long monogamous relationship. The idea of settling down with just one guy makes me want to break out in hives. Matty wipes his cum off my leg with what I'm assuming is his handkerchief before flipping my skirt over his head again.
He smacks my ass. "Mine, and theirs," he says and I'm instantly reassured.
He tosses his handkerchief into the trash can before pulling me down on his lap again, sideways this time.
He peppers sweet kisses up and down my neck, my collarbone, and my temple. I know I need to leave soon to get the kids, and Matty's club will be opening soon, so I know I have to leave, but this tender moment of kisses and caresses is just what I need to not feel used.
I know Matty doesn't look at me that way, but the sweet touches are just what I need at the moment. Matty is a complex man - childish, stalkerish, morally grey, slightly unhinged, but also sweet, dirty, and deeply feeling. He may hide his emotions under his playful exterior, but the way he's touching me now makes me realize, he needs these moments of intimacy as much as I do. To feel connected, important.
"I love you," I whisper, eager to reassure him that he matters to me, but also to admit the truth to myself. All three of these men have wiggled their way into my heart with their thoughtfulness, care, attention, and how easily they've not only accepted but loved my children.
Matty squeezes me tighter, before kicking his legs like a little kid. "Hannah loves me!" He shouts into the room and I can't help the laugh that bubbles out of me. His large hands come to my face, turning me towards him so we're nose to nose. "I love you more, pretty girl."
I roll my eyes playfully before leaning in and kissing him. The kiss is sweet, tender, and caring, saying everything with our lips and tongues that our hearts are feeling. I rest my hands on his chest, feeling his heart thumping beneath my hand.
He stands and pulls me with him.
"Time for Cinderella to get back to the pumpkin." He starts towards the doors, stepping on all of the papers he spilled in his rush to get to me. He holds my hand, but pauses quickly, almost making me bump into his back with the suddenness.
"What are you doing?" I ask as I watch him pick up my discarded panties from the floor. He releases my hand before walking over to his desk and putting my panties in the top drawer of his desk.
"Keeping your slipper, of course."