32. Hannah
Chapter thirty-two
Hannah
M atty's acting squirrelier than normal - and that's saying a lot. He lingered in the dark backyard again, until the kids went to bed, and then he slid in through the back door.
That's not the squirrely part. He keeps wiping his hands on his suit pants like they're sweaty. He keeps checking his watch like he's going to be late for something.
Finally, I'm done with his fidgeting.
"Matthew," I say, breaking out my mom-voice, "What's going on?"
His eyes widen comically before he lets out a deep breath.
"Oh, God. Okay. We're doing this now?"
I stare at him.
With a shaky smile, he bends down to one knee. My heart skips a beat before I realize that Matty would never propose. He knows how I feel about marriage.
But he reaches into his pants pocket and draws out a small black box. My confidence wavers. I'm going to be disappointed if he proposes. He knows me better than that. I'm going to be disappointed, and then I'm going to hurt his feelings when I say 'no'.
"Hannah Calahan," he shakes his head, laughing a little. "Oh my god, I'm so nervous," he chuckles almost to himself, wiping his hands against his suit pants. Now I'm really getting nervous. I don't want to have to reject his proposal. I don't want to hurt this sweet man's feelings, but I can't get married again .
He looks back into my eyes, his lips tilting up in a sideway grin, before popping open the case.
Inside the black velvet box is not a ring.
Inside the black velvet box...is a shiny black butt plug with a diamond on the base.
"Will you do me the honor of letting me stretch that delicious ass of yours?"
I snort-laugh before buckling over at the waist and laughing the hardest I've laughed in decades. This ridiculous man.
Of course, that's the type of diamond and proposal Matty would offer me. I laugh so hard, that tears stream down my eyes, but then I look at him, worried I've offended him.
I kneel in front of him on my kitchen floor and wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him. His lips are tight and tentative at first like he's still waiting for an answer still. So I pull back from him.
"Of course I will."
Matty hugs me back, before giving me a kiss so passionate, he bends me at the waist and lays me down on the tile floor of the kitchen. I move my stomach rolls so they're more comfortable, not an ounce of me shy about it. He pulls back, a sparkle in his eye. "You didn't really think I was going to propose, did you?"
I give him a quick peck on the lips. "I was worried, yes."
He gives me a quizzical look. "I know you don't want to get married again. I listen." I wrap my arms around him.
"I'm so glad that you do."
"Hold on tight." He says, holding my hands against his neck, and he stands and drags me with him.
"Alright then, love, lay stomach-down across the island. "
"Wha - what? Now? The kids are home."
"Well, then you're going to have to be really quiet. Can you do that for me, Hannah?" The way he says my name sends shivers down my spine.
All three of my kids are heavy sleepers. Viv has nightmares sometimes, but they're usually in the early hours of the morning. The chances of them waking up are slim to none. So I do as Matty says.
"You have no idea how much Rico wants in your ass. Aren't I such a good best friend? Stretching you out for him?"
I can't help but laugh and roll my eyes.
The cold of the counter seeps through the fabric of my dress, and with the edge of the counter firmly in the crease of my hips, my toes can barely touch the floor. I feel so exposed, so vulnerable in this position, but I trust Matty, and I want this.
I tried anal a few times in college, but we really didn't know what we were doing. It hinted at something that could have been enjoyable, but the pain took away any pleasure.
But the idea of trying it again, with these men - the mental image of taking them all at the same time? Tightens my nipples, quickens my breathing, and sends a hot wet lust straight to my panties.
Matty drags a hand down my spine gently. "So fucking beautiful."
A shiver works its way down my spine. Matty drags one big hand over one cheek, down the back of my thigh until he can slip that hand up my skin and under my skirt. Slowly, he drags his warm hand up the back of my thigh and over my ass, exposing me to the chilled air .
"Fuck, Hannah. You have the best ass I've ever seen." His large hand squeezes one of the globes of my ass and I suppress the urge to squirm.
He gently drags my panties down to my ankles, but leaves them there, dangling off of my ankles. My center is already slick with anticipation and the chill in the air makes me shiver.
"Such a beautiful ass." He murmurs quietly to himself. Matty puts the velvet box on the island next to me where I can see it, only increasing the anticipation.
I hear a quick snick of a cap and chuckle quietly. "Oh, you know, your typical family lawyer always comes equipped with a butt plug and lube."
Matty returns a chuckle. "Naturally."
He drips some of the cold lube down my crack, making me jump again.
"Cold!" I squeal.
"I got you, baby." He whispers, running his thumb down my crack and rimming my hole.
"Deep breaths, baby, it's just a little pressure. Relax for me, baby. Let me in." The smooth, deep lullaby of his voice helps me relax.
I take a deep, relaxing breath and force the tight band of muscle to relax and let Matty in.
A wanton moan escapes my throat when he finally does slip this thumb in. It feels foreign, odd, but not painful.
"Yeah, pretty girl, you like that?"
I moan again, bite my lip and nod my head. Matty begins a slow, leisurely in and out rhythm with his thumb .
It's not as intense as when they touch my clit, or hammer my G-spot, but a duller, fuller feeling. I couldn't come from this, but added to regular sex and I'm pretty sure I'd shout the roof down.
Matty pours some more lube down my crack, but this time I barely react. I'm panting at the pressure as he inserts a second finger, working me open for him.
I moan lowly, vaguely aware that the kids are upstairs. He removes his fingers and I give a whine of protest before something cold and hard presses in instead. He pumps it in and out, slowly, giving me time to adjust, until I'm throwing my hips back at him eagerly.
When it's finally fully seated, that delicious full feeling remains. I go to stand up, but Matty pushes me back down.
"Let me just get a picture. I'm going to make this my phone background." I go to protest, but then I imagine what I look like right now. Dress up over my hips, diamond butt plug riding overtop my bare pussy, panties around my ankles and I fucking love the image. I feel like a sex Goddess. So I flex my knee a little, giving a playful little kick to the image.
I can only imagine what my parents would think if they knew. I smile, in love with that dirty rebellion.
Matty chuckles before giving both cheeks a kiss and pulling my panties back up.
I stand, and the plug shifts awkwardly. I'm not sure how I'm meant to walk like this.
"How long must I wear it for?"
A flash of heat passes over Matty's face.
"You can take it out after I leave. But now I'm always going to wonder if you're wearing it around us or not."
I smile. That sounds like a fun and kinky game.
Before I can think about the logistics, Matty simply kissed me on the forehead and tells me goodnight, before letting himself out of my house.
All I can do is shake my head at the man who is quickly becoming a part of me.