18. Matt #3
She jerks, her ass backing into me and her center grinding sharply against my hand.
Retracting from her pants, I grab her waistband and panties, tearing them both down her ass and legs.
Balancing with her hands, she kicks her boots off, and I peel her bottoms off her and toss them to the mess on the floor.
“Grab a pillow,” I tell her, palming her ass and shaking it in my hands. Dear God, the recoil is so fucking good. I can’t help but bend down and run my tongue across her cheek, taking a little bite.
She gasps as she reaches forward and grabs a pillow, putting it right in front of her outstretched arms.
Dropping down between her legs, I spread her cheeks, exposing the glistening cunt that’s calling my name. “Can you stay quiet? Or is the entire organization going to hear you?”
She scoffs. “Well, we’ll see if you can even make me moan, let alone finish.”
This brat.
“Oh, really?” I give her no warning before my face is buried between her legs, my tongue gliding into her pussy.
I moan against her, and she cries out.
Digging my fingers into her hips, I stop my tongue just long enough for her to plaster her face to her pillow.
Good God, she tastes like heaven. This might be the biggest mistake we could’ve made if the goal is to be less distracted. I’m going to think about her sweet pussy every time I see her, desperate to be in this very position all over again.
Her hands are fisting the comforter, and she moans as my face rocks against her.
My name is a muffled cry. “Matt.”
My finger circles her entrance, and I glide it in with ease, feeling her super-tight core stretch around each knuckle. “Fuck, Shay.”
Her back arches, and she pushes back against my hand as I add a second finger. Greedily, she takes what she wants, her moans quickening.
Pumping my fingers, I work her steadily as my other hand finds her clit. She whimpers, her back a straight slant as she bounces against my hand.
She’s almost there—I can feel her tightening in short waves.
“Are you going to give it to me, or do you want me to beg?” I ask her, hooking my fingers and hitting that perfect spot.
She explodes, moaning into her pillow as she pulses around my fingers, every muscle in her body tightening and then bursting with euphoria.
Sliding my fingers out of her, I suck them into my mouth as she rolls onto her back, trying to catch her breath. Sitting up, she backs up until she’s against the headboard.
She’s a sweaty, panting, flushed mess, and she’s never been more attractive, my God. Lifting her hand up, she crooks her finger and beckons me forward.
“Tell me what you want,” I mutter, kneeling closer to her as she sticks her tongue out and opens her mouth wide. “Fuck.”
“My turn.” Her eyes burn with a scorching stare as it travels down my body to my cock that’s bobbing between us, only inches from her mouth.
“There’s no pressure,” I mutter, and her gaze flicks up to mine.
Without a word, she moves fast, her fingers wrapping around my length and tugging me forward. As she pumps me base to tip, she’s all sass and strength, knowing exactly what she wants and not afraid to take it.
“Matt, shush. I would love—love—to suck your dick, okay? I want to make your eyes roll to the back of your head, I want to feel your balls tighten in my hand, and I want to feel your cum drip down the back of my throat. Is that all okay with you?”
I throb in her hand, and my mouth dries as I struggle to nod, needing to feel what she described more than I need anything else. “Fuck, yes.”
“Good boy,” she murmurs.
Her tongue wetting her bottom lip is the only warning I get before she sucks me into her mouth, and I levitate off of the damn bed from how good it feels.
She takes me inch by inch, and my cock stretches the sides of her mouth. Her eyes start to water as she struggles to take more. But it’s okay. We’ll get there.
Besides, I’m seconds from being a whimpering mess, and as if on cue, she massages my balls and pumps her mouth down my length. Once. Twice. And just like that, I’m a goner, spilling into her mouth as I groan and grunt, her name grinding out between my teeth.
“Fuck, Shay.”
As she backs up, my dick pops out, leaving the warmth of her mouth.
She swallows hard, licking her lips, her eyes clearly hungry for more. “Not bad, MacArthur.”
“Hmm.” I slide my fingers under her chin and guide her up to her full height on the ground in front of me. My hands find her jaw, my thumbs stroking her cheeks. “You’re such a hard-ass.”
She bites down on a giggle. “Well, duh. How else am I supposed to help you improve?”
I chuckle, leaning forward and pressing a kiss against her forehead. “Well, I guess I’ll just have to get more practice in then.”
“Yeah, you should.” She tucks her tongue to the side, between her teeth. “But you’re going to have to win before that can happen.”
“Ugh,” I groan, dropping my forehead to hers. “You drive a hard bargain, Rooney.”
She shrugs, melting into my hands. “It’s because I believe in you.”
I groan, tipping my head back. “Once this season is over, we’re turning our phones off and only focusing on each other … and Kyle.” Meeting her eyes again, I press a quick peck to her lips.
She kisses me back. “Sounds like a great plan to me. But first, we’ve gotta focus on our jobs, win this thing, and then I’m all yours.”