27. Matty
Chapter 27
Matty
“ G OOD?” SHE ASKS from where she’s lying, her smirk telling me that she knows full well she’s mimicking me from the other night.
I grin and give her the words she said. “So, so, so good, Golden.”
She flushes at the nickname, and my cock hardens. “Get naked, Matthew.” A beat. “Keep the mask on.”
Hell yes. I pull off my boots and socks, then shuck my shirt, pants, and boxer briefs. The hat’s gotta go, too, but I leave that until last. Her eyes watch me the entire time, and me? I can’t stop looking at her. The way her legs are curled so prettily beneath her, and the yellow lace on her tan skin, the cut-outs designed to draw my eyes to the curves only I get to see. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and I groan.
“Spread those thighs, gorgeous.” I kneel on the bed as she complies, and a curse leaves my mouth. The outfit she’s wearing frames her pussy like the present it is. I bend to her, licking her with languid strokes as her fingers push into my hair, grabbing it and holding me in place.
“There,” she gasps. “Please don’t stop.”
I would never. Not when her muscles are already tensing and she’s squirming beneath my mouth. I love that she tells me and shows me what she wants. I love the praise I get when I do it right, too.
“Yes, oh God, yes . Matthew, your mouth, holy shit, keep going,” she chants above me.
With pleasure. I hold a leg down and press two fingers into her, still licking and sucking her exactly how she wants. She bucks and curses, and I know she’s close. Her hands fly above her head to grab onto anything she can reach, and her thighs wrap around my head as she grinds against my mouth, fucking it.
I moan against her pussy, pumping my fingers and curling them against the spot that gets her off. Goldie keens above me, writhing faster and faster as she chases her orgasm. Her clit pulses against my tongue and her walls clench, her moans muffled by the way her legs are tight around my ears.
I could do this forever.
I bring her down slowly as the orgasm wanes, kissing the inside of her thigh and making my way up her body, lavishing attention on every inch of skin the lace reveals. I get to her breasts and feast on one exposed nipple, then the next, my cock painfully hard at the noises this gorgeous woman is making.
She reaches down and grabs my cock, squeezing and pulling exactly how I want it. The sensation is so good I lose focus, and she takes the opportunity to push me onto my back. She straddles my hips, the black mask perfectly in place, her hair wild around it, her incredible body framed by yellow lace, and I nearly lose my mind and come right then.
“How are you real?” I murmur, bringing my hands to her hips. She swirls on top of me, her wet pussy on my bare cock, and I groan. “Careful,” I warn, then, “Condoms are in my pants.”
She smirks, still gliding against me. “Oh, we don’t need one of those yet.”
I sink my fingers into her flesh as my eyes roll to the back of my head. “You feel so good.” Like silk. Like a dream. Like every fantasy come to life.
“No closed eyes, Matthew,” she orders, going onto her knees. “Sit up against those pillows.” I do as instructed, and she kneels between my legs, bending toward me to adjust my mask. I bring her closer for a kiss, and she grants it, her tongue moving around mine in a promise of what’s to come.
Then she pulls away, kissing and biting her way down my chest to my cock. When her tongue swirls around the head, I nearly come right then.
“Fuck,” I hiss. Then I almost black out, because she takes me all the way into her mouth. And I swear, it has never felt this good. Never. Her mouth is velvet and her hands are satin, and she’s got me teetering on the edge within seconds. I grab for her, begging my body to hold off, but she doesn’t budge.
“Goldie, please,” I beg.
She looks up, those beautiful aqua-blue eyes blinking up at me through the mask, and the first thought through my brain is how in the world I missed that it was her that night. Because, of course, it was her. How could it not have been? The second thought comes when she hollows her cheeks and sucks, and it’s something like, holy fuck mother of God .
I yell her name as I crest, losing all sight and sound for a moment and giving myself over only to the feel of her mouth on me, hot and wet and eager. When I come to, gasping for breath and unsure if I’m even back in my body, she’s kneeling up, wiping her lips daintily and smiling.
“That was fun,” she says.
I bark out a disbelieving laugh. “Yes. Yes, it was. Come here.” I open my arms and she folds herself into them. After a moment, I look down and meet her eyes. Her unmistakable eyes. Emotion floods my chest, nearly bowling me over, and thank God I’m lying down. I squeeze her to me.
“Matty?”
“Hmm?”
Her hand glides down my stomach to my dick. “How long before you get hard again?”
On cue, my dick jumps to life. “Apparently, not too long.” I shift us and settle between her thighs. “This might be my favorite.”
“What is?”
I take her mouth for a kiss, reveling in how soft she goes beneath me, how willing. “Being between your legs.”
She smiles, then pulls me back for another kiss. Her mouth opens and our tongues tangle, and when she reaches for me a few minutes later, she smiles against my lips. “Seems like you’re ready.”
“Stay put,” I command, then crawl off the bed to get the condoms in my jeans. When I turn around, her eyes are dark with hunger, and it’s intoxicating. I face her as I roll the condom on slowly, letting her get her fill.
“Put the hat back on.”
I tilt my head in consent. “Only if you take your outfit off.”
In answer, she moves to take it off while I pluck my hat off the floor. I have no idea when it even came off, nor do I care. All I know is whatever Goldie wants, Goldie gets. I settle it on my head and watch as she drops the scraps of lace to the hardwood.
“Tell me what you want.”
Her eyes flash behind the mask. “Turn the lights off. Pretend we’re back at the ball.”
It’s daylight outside, so doing it doesn’t make the room dark, but I do it anyway. “Come here.”
She slides off the bed and walks the few steps to me, gloriously naked except for the mask. When she reaches me, I whip her around, putting her back to my front. She gasps, and my cock throbs against her lower back.
Using one hand on her hip to keep her in position, I sweep hair away from her neck, then trace my fingers down her collarbone and across her chest, circling each breast, moving closer and closer to her nipples with every pass, watching the goosebumps appear in my wake. “You shouldn’t be wandering around here in the dark,” I whisper, my lips below her ear.
She shivers.
“Look at you,” I murmur. “So pretty. So innocent. But now you’re here, and I think you’re mine.” I pinch a nipple and she sucks in a breath. She shifts, her hand aiming to grab my cock, but I move us again, pressing her against the wall and kicking her feet apart. “Ah-ah-ah,” I warn, grabbing her hands and sliding them up. “Hands on the wall, gorgeous.”
She whimpers. “What are you going to do to me?”
I chuckle darkly. “Ravish you.” Then I press two fingers into her pussy without warning.
“Oh my God .” Her voice is low, aching with need, and she arches her back to give me better access.
“You always let strangers fuck you with their fingers, pretty?” I release her wrists, pleased that she keeps them in position, then wrap my other hand around a breast and squeeze, my cock hard as fuck.
She trembles as I pump my fingers inside her. She seems already close, and I feel like the king of the world. My girl loves to role-play. I pinch her nipple, rolling it between my fingers and kissing her shoulder.
“You gonna come for me, gorgeous? Tip over into bliss for the stranger with his fingers inside you? Because once you come like this, I’m going to fuck you with my cock.”
And just like that, she climaxes, her entire body shuddering, her walls pulsing as I scrape my teeth on her shoulder. I don’t let it stop, turning her again and crashing my lips onto hers, still working her hot pussy. She goes onto her tiptoes, then jumps, wrapping her legs around me.
“Please,” she mutters, her lips never leaving my mouth as her hips swivel against me. “Please, please, please.”
I pull my fingers out to line us up, then push right into her. “Fuck,” I groan, her walls gripping me so tight that my knees nearly buckle.
But she’s not having it. She grabs the back of my hair and yanks it, forcing our gazes to meet. “Fuck me,” she commands. “Fuck me so hard. Make me forget who I am.”
Her words set me on fire. I turn us and set her ass on the dresser, then do exactly as she requested, thrusting into her with everything I have.
“Yes, God yes,” she mutters, her eyes never leaving mine even as I pound into her. “More. More. ”
“Fuck,” I gasp.
“I need more .”
I pull out and grab her off the dresser, and in two steps, I’m dropping her onto the mattress. “Turn over. Give me that ass in the air. Now. ”
She scrambles into position, presenting herself and looking over her shoulder at me. God damn, she’s fucking hot.
I kneel behind her and shove in, both of us shouting at the sensation. She takes everything I’ve got, and I pound into her heat as she pushes against me with every thrust. I lose all sense of reality, knowing only to give her what she wants as hard and fast as possible. Right when she begins to tighten around me, I reach around and find her clit and squeeze.
She detonates.
I’m right behind her.
It’s messy, and hot, and the most intense sex of my life.
“Holy fucking shit, Matthew,” she says a moment later, breathless. “You can do that to me any time you want.”
I laugh. “Yes, ma’am.” Then I pull out and handle the condom before collapsing onto the mattress. I remove my mask and throw it, and she unties hers and sets it on the bedside table. I smile. “There you are.”
She smiles back affectionately. “There you are.”
“Come here, Golden.”
She snuggles into my arms, and all I can think is that I might want this—want her —always.