17. Chapter Seventeen #2
My pulse quickens as his thumb moves, padding down on my bottom lip, and dragging until he grazes my bottom teeth. My chest heaves against his, neither of us moving, caught in a dangerous game of push-and-pull.
“Yes,” I whisper, my eyelids heavy. “Yes, Matt.”
With a low growl, Matthew gives in, closing the gap and capturing my lips in a kiss that is as much as surrender as it is victory.
I smile against his mouth, feeling a spark of triumph―and something deeper―ignite between us. My smile fades as he kisses me deeper, a whimper escaping me as he wantonly drags his tongue over mine.
“I don’t share, Hailey,” Matthew warns as he pulls away, leaving me breathless.
He softly grabs my jaw, coaxing my mouth open while his thumb strokes my cheek.
“If you let me take you to my bed now, you become mine. Mine to love. Mine to adore. Mine to fuck. You’re either in or you’re out. Do you understand?”
My knees turn to jelly, his hand around my waist anchoring me to him. Raw heat scalds my inner thighs, traveling straight to my pussy. My heart isn’t the only thing beating for him right now.
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to fuck you, Hailey?” He asks again, applying pressure on my jaw, his eyes staring past my body and into my soul. His erection pokes into my stomach and my clit pulses in response. “Do you want to be mine?”
“Yes,” I moan softly, tiptoeing to kiss him again. Matthew releases my jaw with a groan that drives me nuts. Every caution is thrown out the window as he devours my mouth in a hungry, frenzied kiss that leaves me panting.
His palms flatten on the back of my thighs, not without greedily squeezing my ass, as he lifts me and wraps my legs around his hips.
My fingers find his hair tugging hard as I roll my hips against him. He kisses me so good, licking and sucking my tongue as he leads us to his room.
We’re in a hurry to be naked, so our clothes are off in seconds, save for his black spandex briefs and my black panties.
“We’re matching,” I say breathlessly, a smile in my voice as he kneels between my legs, spreading my thighs apart with his hands.
“Great minds think alike, Hailey,” he says, kissing a wet trail up my thighs, before flattening his tongue over the damp center of my panties.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimper, dragging my elbows back on the bed to get a proper view of him. He’s a shirtless sculpted god between my thighs, dragging his tongue all around me with purpose. His fingers hook the edges of my underwear, slowly pulling away from my thighs.
His pupils dilate, watching hungrily as a string of arousal from my pussy breaks as he slides my panties down my legs.
“You’re soaked,” he groans, a furrow in his brows as he dives straight into it like a thirsty man. “So fucking wet for me.”
The pleasure that overtakes me forces my head to the pillows. My toes curl and my fingers tighten in his hair as I rock my hips to the rhythm of his tongue.
Matthew makes love to my pussy, licking and sucking and biting every inch. He gathers my wetness on his tongue, then thrusts into me, flicking in and out while his thumb rubs tight circles on my clit.
“Oh my god,” I cry out, thrashing on the bed as my back arches away from the bed. “Matthew.”
“Does that feel good?” he murmurs against his me, his deep voice shooting tremors in my skin. “You like that, baby? You like my tongue in your pussy?”
“Yes,” I cry, clutching the sheets for support.
He smiles against me, before sucking my clit. He slides two thick fingers inside me, plunging in and out, fast, and hard enough to cause lewd sounds to echo around us.
“You’re going to come for me, won’t you?” He asks, slipping his briefs down, as his cock springs out.
“Yes,” I respond, my mouth running dry at the sight of him, painfully erect and veiny, precum dripping down his head.
Matthew fists his cock, pumping back and forth as he ruins me with his tongue. He pulls away just when I’m about to come and kneels closer, dragging the tip of his length up and down my folds.
I stare at him, transfixed by the erotic beauty of the scene unfolding before my eyes. He’s looking at me like I’m something out of a painting, his muscles tense, sweat running between his abs, as he plunges his tip into me, in and out, slowly, deliberately.
“You’re so beautiful,” he groans, pushing my knees back as he sinks fully into me. “You’re mine, Hailey. You’re all mine.”
“I’m yours,” I moan, as my walls squeeze him. I can feel every inch and ridge of him inside me. It feels like I’m in heaven.
“That’s right,” he grunts, circling his hips slowly, groaning as I meet every of his thrusts with one of mine.
Matthew leans in, his mouth meeting mine in a desperate kiss, as he slams into me. One of his hands squeeze my breasts, pulling and rolling my nipples, until I’m a moaning mess beneath him.
He drags his hot mouth to my jaw, peppering kisses on my neck, sucking hickeys into my collarbone.
“Matthew,” I moan, my nails carving crescent shapes into his back. “I’m going to come.”
He pulls out immediately, but I don’t get to say anything, because he’s quick to flip me over, pulling me back until I’m all on fours in front of him.
He wastes no time in burying himself into me again. This time, his thrusts are short and powerful, driving deeper into places I didn’t know existed.
The sounds of our moans and grunts and skin slapping against skin echoes around us, an erotic symphony that speeds up my impending orgasm.
“Come for me, Hailey,” Matthew growls, his fingers digging into my hips as he rocks into me. “Fuck!”
“Oh god,” I cry out, my orgasm slamming into me like a freight train, so hard that my body loses balance. I collapse on the bed, my legs trembling uncontrollably.
Matthew fucks me through it. His hand finds my hair, gripping into a ponytail as he tugs my head back, chasing his own orgasm. He moans my name, thrusting frantically as he comes, shooting and coating my walls in his essence.
“Oh, that feels good,” he murmurs deeply, breathlessly, as he delivers one final thrust, emptying all of him inside me. “I think I love you.”
My limbs are like spaghetti and I’m panting heavily, trying to catch my breath. I’m soaked in sweat, hair sticks to my flushed face, and my sex throbs as his cum drips down my thighs.
Yet, his words cause all the muscles in my body to go stiff.
“What?” I gasp, my heartbeat echoing in my ears.
“I love you, Hailey,” he repeats, firmer, surer. He pulls me so I can face him. His eyes are searching my face, staring at me with a certainty that leaves me speechless. “I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you. Longer than I even realized.”
“I―” I think I love you too. “I―”
“Shh,” he smiles, pressing a finger to my lips. “It’s okay. Don’t overthink it. And you don’t have to say it back. I just wanted you to know it.”
He tugs me to his body, enveloping me in his warmth as he presses kisses all over my face.
And when he finally kisses me, he kisses me like he loves me.