25. Goldie
Chapter 25
Goldie
M ATTY BLINKS AT me, dazed once again. My heart is beating so hard that I have to look down to make sure it’s not erupting from the skin. But nope, still tucked safely away. Meanwhile, Matty’s gone stone-still in front of me.
Clearly, I need to take control.
I lift my hands to his shirt, taking the button between my fingers and undoing it.
He inhales.
I meet his eyes. “Are you okay?”
He swallows. “I think so.”
“Do we need to stop?” Please say no, please say no.
“No.”
Thank God.
His eyes drop to my bra. “It’s…yellow.”
I undo another button. “It is.”
He lifts a hand as though he’s going to touch me, then lets it drop.
I pop another button out. Then another. “This is much better than the video, you know,” I say softly.
“Definitely,” he rasps.
“I knew it was you,” I confess.
“I know.”
“And seeing you unbutton your shirt through that screen?” I lick my lips and meet his eyes. “It nearly melted my brain.” I undo the last button. “Then I saw your dick, and I almost passed out.”
He laughs softly, his hands hanging by his side. “And now?”
“Now…” I push the shirt off his shoulders and let my hands rest against his tan, strong chest, feeling the heat seep into my palms as he inhales. “This is perfect.” I press my lips to his sternum, breathing him in. His familiar scent, a simple mix of soap, deodorant, and laundry detergent, is home. He is everything I have ever wanted, created just for me and wrapped up in the most perfect package imaginable.
Matty brings a hand up to brush my hair back from my neck, and I shiver. “Tell me what you want, Golden.”
I meet his eyes. “What did you?—”
“You’re the perfect one, Goldie.” He smiles affectionately. “You’re golden. You always have been.”
The nickname unleashes something feral in me, removing whatever restraints I had and tossing them to the floor. I bring my mouth back to his chest and nip at the skin. He hisses as our eyes meet. “Don’t treat me like I’m fragile, Matty. That’s all I ask.”
He squeezes my ass hard in response, then brings his hands to the front of my jeans, undoing them while his lips trail hot kisses down the center of my chest, skipping over the bra and moving to my stomach as he goes onto his knees. Tucking his hands into the band of my jeans, he pulls them down and off over the strappy sandals. As he runs his hands over the sandals and my feet, he looks up at me, his dark brown eyes blown with lust and wonder. “They’re yellow.”
“You saw them all night. You know they’re yellow.”
He trails his fingers along my ankles, and when he speaks, his voice is low. “They’re staying on.”
I hitch a breath, standing before him in bra, panties and heels. “Okay.”
Still on his knees before me, he brings his nose to my belly and inhales as I thread my nails through his hair, doing it hard like I know he wants. When his hands grip the sides of my sheer yellow panties, he shudders, then growls as he exhales. His tongue darts out and licks down the sheer fabric. Then he scrapes his teeth down, and I jolt at the heat it shoots through me.
“Matty.”
“Sit on the bed and spread your legs.”
I obey, sitting and widening my knees as far as they can go, then arching my back and using my palms to push them a little farther when I see the way his eyes darken and his jaw slackens. I’m doing this to him. Me.
“You’re already wet for me.” It’s a statement.
“Of course,” I whisper.
He meets my eyes. “Move them.”
I hook a finger through the thin fabric and pull the panties to one side, revealing my bare pussy for his perusal.
His eyes nearly roll back in his head as he takes me in. “Fucking flawless.” One hand comes to rest on my breast, the other traces the inside of my thigh. I can barely breathe when his eyes meet mine as his mouth locks over my nipple and sucks it through the thin fabric of my bra.
“Fuck, Matty.” My pulse is racing.
He moans, his hand squeezing my breast as he sucks the other. I arch into his mouth and pull him closer, needing more. Needing him inside me.
As if reading my thoughts, he moves his free hand up my leg and pushes a finger into me. We groan together. “God, you feel good.”
“Yes, you do,” I answer. He unsnaps my bra, and I slide it off, our lips meeting in a series of frantic kisses as I wrap my arms around him, needing every bit of connection I can get.
He pushes a second finger into me, curling them both at the exact right angle. My hips jerk, and I whimper against his lips, the sweetest of aches beginning to swirl. “Matthew?—”
He growls, his fingers going even deeper. I moan his name again, my voice dropping an octave as he bends to take a nipple into his mouth. Without the bra in the way, his tongue lights me on fire.
“Oh God,” I gasp.
“Come for me, Golden.”
The name shouldn’t spear into me the way it does, hitting my heart with an accuracy that tips me into territory I’m not ready to think about. But it also sends me into overdrive, and when his thumb presses on my clit, I detonate, yelling his name as I climax. My whole body trembles as wave after wave takes me, my nails digging into his back while I hold him to me with the other.
He works me through the orgasm, slowing his mouth and fingers as I relax. With a final lick of my nipple, Matty straightens and pulls his fingers out, looking me dead in the eye as he licks them.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” I exhale, not letting myself look away from his dark brown eyes.
He grins, then rises. I stop his hands as they go to unbutton his jeans, swatting them away and doing it myself. “My turn.”
He shakes his head. “No.”
I ignore the protest and shove his jeans down, smirking up at him with doe eyes. “Don’t really see you stopping me.”
In response, he backs out of my grip and pulls his jeans the rest of the way off, standing before me in tented black boxer briefs.
I lick my lips at the sight. “I can’t wait to get my mouth on you.”
His expression is dark and sexy. “My house, my rules. And tonight is all about you.”
I partly want to pout, but at the same time, when has a guy ever affirmatively chosen my pleasure over his own?
Never. The answer is never.
Matty smirks, satisfied. “That’s what I thought. Take off your panties.”
I look down at my heels. “The shoes?”
“On.”
I slide my panties off and stay on the edge of the mattress as he removes his boxer briefs. My eyes flare as I take all of him in. He’s trim, not bulky, his muscles compact and not overly defined. I want to lick every part of him: his neck, his smooth chest, taut stomach, the lines above his hips, and his perfect thighs, rippling as he nears me once more.
“On the bed, Goldie.”
I obey, and his eyes darken as they land on my shoes. He keeps his gaze on me as he pulls a condom out of his bedside table and tosses it onto the mattress, and then he’s lowering himself to me, his cock heavy between my thighs as he settles between them and takes my mouth in another kiss. I bend my knee as his hand glides up my thigh and down my calf, and he groans into my mouth as his fingers caress my foot and the straps around it.
“So fucking sexy.”
I grip his thick shaft, smiling as he grunts in surprised pleasure. “I’ve wanted my hands on this for a while, you know. I have to cop a feel.”
He laughs and adjusts himself to give me more access. “Fine, but your mouth stays up here tonight.” And with that, he slants his lips over mine, claiming me in a bruising kiss that promises only pleasure.
Our hands are everywhere, touching, caressing, squeezing, and it’s not long before I’m squirming to have him inside me. “Matty,” I start.
But he already knows, because he reaches over for the condom and goes onto his knees. He rips the foil and rolls it on, then positions himself above me, the blunt tip of his cock nudging my entrance as his gaze takes us in.
Wordlessly, I pull him to me. And as our mouths meet, he enters, stretching me deliciously. He pulls out and pushes again, going a bit farther. The third time, he fills me deeper and wider than I’ve ever felt.
“Hang on,” he grits, his whole body still as we both adjust.
“Guess that video wasn’t lying,” I giggle.
He huffs out a laugh and drops his head into my neck. “Goldie, I swear to God.”
“I’m just saying, you’ve got a really thick—oh, fuck .” I lose all sense of rational thinking then, because Matty starts to move.
And it’s so, so, so good. Every thrust is perfect. The way he fills me is, I don’t even know, incandescent? Can I describe it like that? Because oh, my God .
He rises and tucks my knee against his side, his eyes meeting mine as he pushes into me. “Good?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “So, so, so good, Matthew.”
His eyes flare, and he thrusts again, his abs flexing with every movement, his gaze never wavering. “You feel incredible.”
“More,” I gasp.
He releases my leg and switches us, still in control as he pulls me on top of him and slams me down on his cock. I cry out, then moan his name as his hands grab my hips. I rock with him, angling the heels away so they don’t scratch his legs, rolling to match his own movements, the two of us breathing heavily now.
“There you go,” he says. “Take it. Take what you need.”
And I do. I take every bit of his cock, riding him like I’m the cowboy, my breasts bouncing, feeling strands of hair stick against the sweat on my back.
Before long, I’m panting and sore, my leg muscles protesting a workout they’re not used to in the slightest. Matty notices, flipping us again and guiding one of my legs over his shoulder, then pushing in. The angle is perfect, and I groan in pleasure.
“Fuck, Matthew.”
He increases his speed, losing all rhythm as we cling to each other. “Goldie,” he pants. “Baby, I need you to?—”
I shatter, coming apart beneath him with an intensity I’ve never felt. The world goes black for a second, and I hold onto him with everything I have. Wave after wave rolls over me, cresting again and again, as I mutter an unintelligible string of words.
Matty jerks into me and stills with a groan, his cock pulsing as he comes. We grip each other tightly, our breathing beginning to slow, Matty’s head bowed into the crook of my neck. After a moment, I find my voice.
“That was—” I begin.
“Yeah,” he finishes. He kisses my temple, then pulls out and gets up to dispose of the condom. He returns in seconds, the two of us working to get under the covers, Matty on his back and propped against a pillow, me draped across him with my head on his chest. We get into the position so quickly that it feels like we’ve done it for years, not one time.
He tilts his head to mine, and we kiss, lips lingering. “You’re staying the night, right?”
I nod. “Wouldn’t dream of anything else.”
I fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.