CHAPTER 24
MATT
Sierra had her nose stuck on the airplane window and hasn’t moved even an inch since the jet took off in the air.
She had an animated look in her eyes as she gawked at all the scenery flowing through. She even kept a keen eye on the fight map here and there to check if we were going in the right direction, and was marking off the cities because she had never been to any of them. But still, according to her own words, flying above them counted.
All this because she’d never been on an airplane.
If I’d known it would make her this excited, I would’ve done this earlier.
We were on our way to LA for the music festival, which was a spring opening event we committed to a year ago, and taking her with me made me actually look forward to a show in a long time.
Sierra and I had the quad seats at the back just to ourselves, and I was grateful for the privacy they offered. Emmie had sprawled himself on one of the side couches, his headphones on and his hoodie drawn, while Mikey and Raphael were having a very serious conversation at the front of the jet. Maybe when two clowns met, that was what would happen.
I still haven’t told my friends that Sierra and I were dating because I wanted my sister to know first, and I wanted to tell her in person.
But Katy hadn’t answered any of my texts, surprisingly, Lan did, stating he would be there for the show. Though he had his vices, Lan was committed and never missed a show. I saw him briefly days ago at the show we had in Madison Square, but he escaped before I could have a talk with him. The four of us had never been apart like this, and I hoped we could go back to the way things were.
“Do you want something to eat?” I whispered in Sierra’s ear, which made a shudder pass through her body as she mumbled, “No.”
“We’ll land in twenty minutes.” I couldn’t help but glide her hair off to the side and nuzzle my nose in the crook of her soft neck.
She froze before another shudder wracked her body. “Mat…Matty, what are you doing?”
“Kissing you,” I whispered, tracing butterfly kisses all over the length of her neck. She smelled like a garden on a warm, sunny day.
Through the reflection in the window, I watched her squeeze her eyes and bite her plump lip almost as if she was suppressing the urge to moan out loud.
I was tempted to slip my fingers inside the skirt of her white summer dress and check if she was dripping wet for me.
She was so reactive to my touch, like she was lured by the lick of the wildfire, burning brighter and brighter under my caress.
“Matty,” she breathed just as my lips touched the spot between her ear and the start of her neck.
Her wide eyes snapped to mine. “You can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“Because…” Her eyes bounced around the jet before they landed on mine. “What if someone sees?”
“They won’t.” And before she could say another word, I captured her lips in a soft kiss.
I did that a lot too. I think I really do need to get my mind checked, because this can’t be natural or normal, right? Thinking about her every second of the day and being consumed by her, even though she was right here with me.
Something was definitely wrong with me, right?
Sierra’s cheeks were tinged with the most beautiful shade of pink just as my lips left hers.
Soon, the pilot announced we were landing, and Sierra went back to staring at the window.
The dry LA air greeted us just as we exited the jet, and I led Sierra toward the SUVs waiting for us.
“Damn, this is sweet. No lines, no crowd. I can’t believe I am a celebrity now,” Raphael announced proudly as he followed us.
Sierra and I both ignored him.
Emmie and Mikey had already taken the first car out while the three of us hopped into the next one, and within minutes, we were cruising down the once familiar streets.
A place I once called my home.
Sierra still had the same awe-filled eyes when we reached our residence, a huge sprawling Spanish-style mansion in Beverly Hills. This was the only residence we didn’t sell, knowing we needed a place to crash whenever we were here.
“Wow,” Sierra whispered. “I’ve never seen a house as big as this.”
“Yeah man, this place looks incredible,” Raphael added just as we entered the massive foyer decked in marble upholstery and low glimmering chandeliers.
“This way.” I pointed toward the hallway that led to the main room.
Soon, we all huddled up in the lounge room and polished off some Chinese takeout before we decided to crash early since we had a show day tomorrow. And show days were tiring as hell.
“This is yours.” I opened the door to the guest room that was right next to mine and set Sierra’s bag on the table at the foot of the bed. “Hope this is okay for you?”
“Are you kidding me? This is incredible. My room back home would probably be called a closet compared to this,” she said, her eyes taking over the expansive room, carrying the same decor from outside with beige walls and wooden furniture.
I nodded as I leaned lower and pressed a kiss on her. “Sleep, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Okay,” she mumbled, smiling at me.
It took everything in me to close the door behind her and pad to my room. Because she was a temptation without even trying, and if I stayed there any longer, I was going to lose the last thread of control I had.
Ten minutes later, I hopped out of the shower feeling a whole lot calmer as I towel-dried my low-maintenance hair when I heard a knock rumble through my door.
Frowning, I dashed the door open to come to a sight I least expected.
Sierra stood on my threshold red-faced as she clutched a blanket around her small frame. She had forgone her usual hoodie for a tank instead, which molded against her luscious curves, a vision that made me instantly hard.
“Can I sleep with you?” she blurted.
I blinked.
Her eyes widened like she didn’t believe she just said that. “No. No.” She shook her head frantically, her hair flying everywhere. “I didn’t mean it like that. I mean, just sleep together. You know, like without doing anything. Anything at all. Nothing. Just sleep,” she rambled, a flush creeping up the tops of her heaving chest.
SIERRA
Way to go, Sierra.
I think at this point, I couldn’t count the number of times I had embarrassed myself in front of his man.
And now, I called this man my boyfriend.
I didn’t know what came over me when my feet carried me across the hallway to knock on his bedroom door like some clingy girlfriend. Maybe it was the new place, or perhaps because I wanted more of him.
But what I didn’t expect was for him to be shirtless, with pebbles of water dripping over his hard ridges. I had to press my thighs together to contain the throb in my core.
His gaze softened as he opened the door farther and gestured me inside.
I didn’t even have a second of awkwardness as I stood there in the middle of the room because he took his hand in mine and instantly made me feel safe as he pressed a kiss on my forehead.
“Come on, let’s get you to bed. You’re tired.”
I nodded, agreeing because I was.
But still, it was the good kind of tired.
I loved every bit of today. It made me feel like I was living a whole other life, not the plain old Sierra searching for her parents’ approval.
Within minutes, we were under the sheets side by side as Matty held me so close to his chest, so protectively and so tenderly.
His big, burly body swallowed me completely like a warm blanket, and I’d never felt so safe in my life.
“I like cuddling,” I said, gliding my cheek along his shoulder. “I’ve never cuddled with anyone before.”
“Good.” His fingers continued to thread through my hair. I internally thanked God I washed them today. If not, there would surely be some Cheeto crumbs or some sort of weird item. I swear, I once even found a stapler pin in the depths of my bun.
“You are very chatty today,” I joked.
“Hmm.”
Guess he wasn’t in the mood to talk, but that never bothered me since I spoke enough for both of us. I just appreciated being in his presence.
I can’t believe I get to call this incredible human my man.
I knew I was crazy for him as a fan, but the kind, tender, caring version of him was what brought out those unexplainable feelings in me.
I think I was falling already, like a silly, silly girl, but it couldn’t be helped.
“My lids are fighting to stay awake, but I want to stay awake so I don’t miss this.”
“I’ll cuddle with you every night. Now sleep.”
A stupid smile spread across my lips as I snuggled closer, but I listened and fell asleep like a baby.
A low moan ripped from my throat when something warm and nice glided across my skin. It felt good, too good like someone was melting all my insides.
The heated touch was followed by a trail of lips on my exposed skin.
I blinked my eyes open, and it fell straight on a pair of sea greens that had my heart skipping a few beats.
But I didn’t even have a moment to think before his lips brushed mine in a deep, long kiss. His tongue swept inside my mouth, taking his time as he stroked the depths at a sensual pace that made my toes curl. He kissed me like I was his whole world.
I loved it when Matty kissed me like that.
My breathy moans were the only sound filling the room when his lips met mine, yet they didn’t leave my body.
They swept across my jawline, to my cheeks, and back over to my jaw before they lowered to the crook of my neck, a spot that made my entire body tingle.
It felt like I was ablaze, like a lone spark on a wintery night.
“Beautiful,” he whispered as he continued his exploration, but not before his fingers bunched around the hem of my tank and lifted it.
His eyes followed the move till I was bare from the waist up. He did it with such smoldering intent that it made my entire body burn.
Yes, we kissed a lot, but I’d never been this exposed before.
“Matty,” I whispered, licking my lips as I squirmed under the weight of his gaze. He was shirtless too, with his bulky, hard muscles as he knelt over my hips like a beast ready to take.
He was so handsome and hot, and I had to pinch myself at the fact that he was mine.
His hands curved along my waist, the rough calluses meeting my soft skin. He splayed his fingers, gliding them back and forth. “So soft,” he muttered before diving back in and draping himself all over me.
This time, he took my hard nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting. I whined a scream I couldn’t recognize as my fingernails dug into his shoulders.
He seemed to like it because it only made him suck me harder, so hard that there was a slight hollow in his cheeks.
The sensations swimming through my body were unrecognizably delirious, and I only wanted more and more of them.
“I didn’t know that you could taste so good.” The vibrations of his words ripple through my sensitive peaks and I could feel my thighs getting sticky and clit throbbing for relief.
“God, Matty,” I breathed, my fingers digging deeper into his skin.
“Yes, baby, mark me like that,” he rumbled, switching to my other nipple.
But the torture lasted only for a second before he crawled up and took my lips in a quick kiss, but even that didn’t last long as he descended lower and lower, till his lips met the thin waistband of my boy shorts and my traitorous knees fell apart to accommodate his face between my thighs.
“Wha…what are you doing?”
His eyes were still on me as his big, strong hand gripped my pussy with such power, rubbing back and forth. My pupils dilated, and my lungs burned, but that wasn’t the worst part. It was the need pulsing in my pussy.
“Eating my girl for breakfast.” He nipped the skin on my inner thigh.
The most cliché thing for a man to say, but something about it coming out of his mouth made all the chemicals dance in my body.
He was so serious about it, almost like it was a promise that he intended to keep and score some extra points.
Within the next second, he ripped my shorts right in the center, creating a perfect hole for him to plunge in. Like he was diving headfirst into his favorite caramel latte.
“Oh God,” I moaned when I felt his tongue lapping and laving my drenched folds in all the right places like he knew exactly what to do. But the more he ate, the slicker my pussy got. The wetness pouring out of me was uncontrollable at this point.
I was gone, a goner, and there was no going back after this.
“You taste like you , firecracker, all you,” he said between his licks. “Fuck caramel, this right here is my new favorite snack.”
Oh fuck .
My head was so full of giddy feelings that I didn’t even care. I would happily spread my legs on a platter if he continued to play my pussy with his mouth for the rest of my life.
Like the steady-paced beat of his drums with just the right pressure to make a girl weak boned.
With one more vertical lick along the length of my folds, he rose back to his knees.
My confused half-mooned eyes watched as he dug under the bedsheets and produced something before locking his eyes back with me.
I couldn’t help but lower them to the massive tent building from his black shorts.
“You want this, Sierra?” He gripped the bulge, and my guilty eyes flickered to see him regarding me with a smirk. “Tell me, firecracker, you want this?”
“Ye..yes.”
His smirk deepened. “Only good girls get to have it. Are you a good girl?”
Suddenly, my throat dried, at a loss for an answer.
“Tell me, Sierra.” He drags something cold and unfamiliar along my inner thigh, and I shuddered.
“Yes,” I whispered, aching for his mouth between my legs again.
“Good, but first, I have to give my birthday girl a present.”
My eyes widened. “You know?”
He raised a brow. “You think I wouldn’t know my girl’s birthday?”
My cheeks burst with fire, and my confusion only grew as my eyes followed him as he placed the unfamiliar object in his mouth and nudged his head. It was only when he blew a cap away that I realized he was holding a marker.
“Wha…what are you doing?”
“Birthday present or one of your presents.” He lifts one of my legs over his shoulder, and my body drags closer toward him. “I have plenty in store.”
Hmm, I was pretty flexible, or maybe I was because Matty held me tight.
The position made my pussy level with his chest, and all my embarrassment left the room at this point. I was too achy and needy for that.
“My girl asked for a signature,” he said, and the cool tip of the pen touched my inner thigh, and I watched wide-eyed as he signed his name boldly.
Heaven.
I was in fucking heaven.
But he didn’t just stop there. He continued his little adventure and signed the other thigh and my lower stomach and on top of each of my breasts.
“There, all mine.”
I was fucking branded with his name all over my body. It was a caveman thing to do, but damn if I loved it. It was the single most hottest experience of my life, but then, knowing Matty Evans, I shouldn’t speak too soon. He was a bit kinky in bed, thinking of unique ways to torture me.
He flung the marker away, but I caught it and lifted myself with my elbows.
His quizzical gaze followed me. “My turn,” I said before placing a heated kiss on the center of his chest.
His hand curled over the back of my neck, and I looked up at him through my lashes, smiling shyly.
“You’re beautiful, firecracker,” he said with such tenderness that it made my heart swoon on the inside.
I gently maneuvered the marker to an empty spot on his chest and signed my name, and damn did it make me feel some kind of way.
He looked down, his lips twitching as he watched me. “You done, Ms. Chan?”
I nodded.
“Good.” He caught my cheek with his teeth. “Because now I’m going to devour my favorite snack.”
My back crashed onto the bed when he lifted both my thighs to his shoulders and ate my pussy while he was still on his knees.
My eyes rolled back from the pleasure, and my fingers clutched his thick thighs as he continued to suck and lick and kiss my clit while he alternated with plunging his tongue into my pussy.
My labored breath turned into a nonexistent wheeze when my core lit up like a volcano that was at its height to burst open and I did burst. I screamed his name as I came for what felt like forever.
“Happy Birthday.” Matty’s eyes washed over me. “You okay?”
“Yes,” I whispered before sweeping his mouth away in a brief, soft kiss while my hand descended lower.
“Sierra,” he warned, biting my lower lip, but satisfaction pooled in my blood when a hiss escaped his lips as I closed my hand around his hard length.
“I want to taste you too, Matty. It’s not fair that only you get to do that,” I whispered, locking eyes with him.
A sharp inhale left his lips, but he nodded.
Something flared in my bones, and I lowered my languid muscles, kissing the path with my lips just the way he did it.
“Fuck, Sierra.” His fingers weaved through my hair and pulled it hard.
Delight pulsed through my veins. Now he got to know what it was like to be on the other end of the sensual torment he inflicted on me.
My fingers laced around his waistband and tugged, freeing his dick, and my heart stilled at the sight that was an inch away from my face.
He was thick, so thick, with perfect fucking length, but that wasn’t what made my eyes bug and nerves stunned. It was the shiny metal hooked on the tip of his cock.
“You…you’re pierced?”
“Yes.”
“Bu..but how?”
“I think it’s when they hook a needle through your…”
I shot up and placed a finger on his lips before he could finish that sentence, but his eyes gleamed with amusement when he playfully bit it.
I shook my head, my eyes drawing back to his dick, and I couldn’t help but stare at it.
I couldn’t even blink.
And when I inched closer, it throbbed. This close, I could see the veins pulsing and angry.
Wow.
So this was what a real live cock looked like. It was nothing compared to all those fake-porno dicks I’d seen.
“Sierra,” he cursed. “It won’t matter how long you stare at my dick, it’s not going to change.”
“Shhh.” My eyes still roaming over every crevice of his beautiful cock. “What’s it called?”
“Dick, cock, prick, pen—”
“No,” I cut in before he could say the god-forbidden ‘p’ word. “The piercing… what’s the piercing called?”
“Prince Albert, it’s a new addition.”
“But why?” I was still gaping in shock.
He smirked. “It helps me come faster. I couldn’t be helped wasting time in the shower.”
So orderly and structured, and such a grumpy thing to do. Only Matty Evans would get a piercing, so he wouldn’t waste time on masturbating, unlike the rest of us population.
I inched closer and closer till my lips met his tip.
“Fucking hell, Sierra,” I heard him grit through his teeth.
My heated breath fogged against his piercing as I slowly closed my lips around his dick. My jaw widened to accommodate his massive cock as I curled my fingers around his length, pumping up and down.
My eyes slowly dragged over to him, and he was staring right at me with his hooded eyes filled to the brim with lust and fascination.
I might not have done this before, but I’ve watched a lot of porn. And my favorite thing to watch was blow jobs. Something about a throat taking a hard, throbbing length captivated me. Even though I hadn’t practiced on a real dick before, I knew exactly what to do.
“You like my cock stretching your throat, Sierra?” he asked in a low, hoarse voice.
I bobbed my head, taking in another inch as I slowly breathed through my nose. My tongue swirled along the length of his shaft.
A low guttural moan ripped from his throat when I finally took all of him.
It was so fucking sensual to take him in my mouth. He was so warm and hard and soft all at the same time, and I fucking loved this feeling.
“God, firecracker,” he growled, fisting my hair hard.
My hands splayed over his ass, squeezing as I sucked him, my cheeks caving in to suck him even harder, and I loved every second of it.
I moaned as I bobbed my head at a faster pace, knowing the vibrations would make him go crazy. And it did.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he grunted, thrusting his hips. “I’m going to fill your mouth with my cum, firecracker.”
I went harder, and he almost ripped my hair when he growled and spilled himself inside my mouth.
And I swallowed every last bit of him.
He tasted all man and musky and salty, and I loved it.
He was probably now my new favorite snack, too.
Best fucking birthday, ever.
“God, Sierra,” he breathed, pulling me into his arms as he crashed us onto the bed.
I snuggled closer, my bare skin over his as I listened to the heavy thrum of his heart, catching my breath.
“Did you like it?” I asked, tilting my head to meet his eyes.
“Not like, love.” He swept his thumb across my bottom lip. “How can you be so fucking innocent and be a sexy siren at the same time?”
I blushed.
Yes, I blushed now, not earlier, when we were entangled in a lewd encounter.
“There, right there,” he whispered, before pulling me higher and closing his lips on mine.
The taste of his cum was still tingling on my tongue and mine on his but we didn’t care as we tasted us.
We were perfect in every possible way.
At least, I told myself that.