28. MATT
28
MATT
T he holiday was a great success. Ten days of heat and sun and the sea, and sweltering afternoons and ice cream and balmy evenings. And the kids, laughing. Even Charlie loosened up by the last few days.
And best of all, Aries. The salty tang of her skin after a day in the sun. The warm sweetness of her kisses. Her soft curves… the stolen whispers and orgasms that blazed a path through my entire body. Aries’ stifled cries as she came undone. It was divine.
“I cannot believe you wouldn’t let me bring a date when you spent ten days secretly screwing the nann—” Seb falls silent as I raise my eyebrow. We’re in my office, both more tanned than any Caucasian British man has any right to be. “Aries,” he corrects as he runs his fingertip along the edge of my desk. “You should lock her down, you know.”
“Huh?”
“She’s smart, funny. Gorgeous. Great with the kids. And she likes you. She must be mad, but”—he lifts his hands in a gesture of helpless confusion—“what are the chances of that combination coming along in one hot package?”
“I’m not locking anyone down, ever. I’ve spent my adult life in the shackles of marriage. I’m done.”
“Fair,” Seb concedes. “I guess you’ll have to stick to ‘nanny-with-benefits’ then.” He scratches his temple, then his eyes spark and I know he’s had some new, probably inappropriate, thought. “There’s a latent market there. I could start a side hustle pairing up single dads with hot nannies. It’s like a two-for-one deal. Childcare and bedroom—”
“Shut the fuck up and get out of my office.”
Seb chuckles, straightening his tie as he paces towards the door.
“Oh, and Seb?”
He pauses, his hand on his tie knot, the other in his perfectly coiffed hair, checking his reflection in the window to put a strand back in place. “Yeah?” he says, without looking away from his own reflection.
“If you don’t grow up, you aren’t going to find anyone to lock down.”
He looks affronted for all of half a second before he grins at me. “Who says I want to lock anyone down? I’m free as a bird, brother. Free as a mother-fucking bird.” He puts his hands on his hips and lets out a peal of laughter so wholesome that even I want to join in. “Want to come for a beer?”
I shake my head, and he tilts his as if to say, ‘ fine, you old bore ’. The door closes behind him, and I glance out the window. We’re pretty high up here on the twentieth floor. High for London, at least. It’s still light, given it’s mid July. I glance at the time. 8 pm.
Lucie will be asleep. We’ve been home for five days and Aries and I haven’t had sex. We’ve barely even kissed. I can’t with Charlie in the house. I don’t know why the boat seemed better. Maybe it was the sun or the salt air, or the fact the kids were in their own section and there was the noise of the engine, the sea. The house is fucking quiet at night by comparison.
I pick up my phone and call Aries. She answers on the third ring.
“Mr Hawkston, what can I do for you?”
The sound of her voice makes me smile. “Dinner. Have you eaten?”
“No.”
“Do you want to go out?”
She’s silent a moment. “Like, on a date?”
“Yeah. Tonight. Can you come?”
She’s quiet again, and I can almost hear her thinking. I know she wants to say yes. I can feel it. “Who’s going to look after the kids?”
“Ask Alec. Scratch that. Tell him. He’s there, isn’t he? Get him to wait in the main house. I’ll pay him extra.”
“You want the chef to babysit so we can go out?”
“Yes. Don’t say that though. Tell him you have to run an errand for me. I assume Mrs Minter’s left already?”
“Yeah, she left half an hour ago.”
“Okay. Tell Alec I’ll pay him five hundred quid—”
“Woah. You rich people have no idea about the value of money, do you?” I cringe at the shock in her tone. “He’d do it for fifty.”
“Whatever. He’s there making dinner now, isn’t he? Tell him I’m eating out and he can sleep on the sofa if I’m back late.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, I’m fucking sure. Get over here, now. Come to the Hawkston building in the city.”
She chuckles lightly, and the sound settles right in my heart. I want to be where she is. Now . “That doesn’t sound like a restaurant, Mr Hawkston.”
“It’s not. But it has a wonderful roof terrace. And it’s warm out. And I already know exactly what I want to eat. And I’m ninety-nine per cent sure you’re going to want me to indulge in private.”
She laughs, loudly this time. “I need to change.”
“Don’t. Come as you are. Get in a cab, now.”
“Phew,” she says on an exhale, as though I’ve ordered her to run a marathon. “Yes, sir,” she adds, and I can tell by her tone that she’s smiling.
“Wow,” Aries says, one hand clasping the railing that runs around the roof terrace of the Hawkston building. “This view is insane.”
It won’t be totally dark for another hour or so, but already some lights across the city are sparkling like fireflies. “You get used to it,” I say, but she frowns at me like I’m an idiot and slaps my forearm.
“Don’t pretend to be old and jaded. You know this is amazing. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have asked me up here.” My grin is as much affirmative as she needs before she continues, “You know there are still people in the office? Not many, but some.”
“I locked the door. No one can get out here.”
She visibly relaxes, her shoulders sinking and the tension fading from her face.
I stand behind her, caging her in with my arms, a hand on the railing either side of her. She smells like fresh laundry and something sweet, like honey. The combination is pure Aries. I nuzzle into her neck, inhaling deeply.
“Fuck,” I groan. “You are my kryptonite, Aries McClennon.”
She laughs and I spin her round to face me, taking in her features in the evening sunlight: the fine bridge of her nose, the freckles scattered over it like a sprinkling of pepper. She’s perfect .
Our eyes connect like magnet and steel, and I feel that deep tug, as if merely looking at Aries affects some inner part of me that I can’t keep from her. I’m more bound to this woman than I’ve ever been to anyone else. No secrets.
“What are you thinking?” she whispers.
“I’m thinking how much I want to fuck you out here.”
She shoots me a look as though she knows that wasn’t all I was thinking. “On the roof?”
I nod, lowering my lips to hers, feeling the soft, wet warmth of her mouth. “Mmm, hmm,” I hum, the sound vibrating mouth-to-mouth.
Her tongue sweeps through my lips, so willing that it sends a thrill to my dick. I pull back. “Is that a yes?”
“Always yes,” she replies. “But I’m really hungry so can you make it quick?”
This draws a chuckle from me, and I spin her back round to face the railing, my hands on her hips. I reach one around to meet the soft flesh of her stomach and unbutton her jeans. No matter how many times we do this, I still feel like an excited teenager who’s finally been allowed access after months of wanting. I slide my hand into her waistband until my finger grazes through her pubic hair. She’s bare beneath the jeans, and lust pulses through me with more demand.
“No underwear?”
She glances over her shoulder, her lips parting into a beautiful smile. “Like I said, I’m really hungry. Didn’t want to waste time with unnecessary layers.”
She shuffles her jeans down so they rest mid thigh, leaving her exposed. Needing no more encouragement, I slide my hand further between her legs. Her sweet lips are wet… dripping , and my fingers slide into her cunt with no resistance. Her back arches, her arse pressing against me.
“You’re always so ready for me,” I breathe in her ear. “Do you know how hot that is?”
She nods, her hair brushing against my cheek as I lean against her. Her arse rubs against my erection. “I do know, because you’re always so ready for me, too,” she teases. “And I love that you are.”
The slick sounds of her soft, wet cunt being fucked by my fingers slice the evening air. Little sensuous moans fall from her mouth, and she throws her head back as the heel of my hand rubs against her clit.
“I didn’t lock the door,” I admit in a hoarse whisper.
“You lied?” Aries says, a hint of concern edging through her arousal. “So anyone could come out here?”
“Do you like that idea?”
She moans as I keep playing with her pussy, and I know she does. I can’t get enough of her, of how turned on she is. “But… but… you could get in trouble. You could get fired.”
“No one is firing me, Aries,” I growl in her ear. “My name is on the building.”
I increase the pressure against her clit, and she lets out a series of stuttered gasps. She’s getting close . “What about me?” she pants.
“Be a good girl, and you can keep this job forever.” I finger-fuck her harder and faster, pressing on that spot inside until small shudders ripple through her body. Her hands cling tight to the railing in front of her and her back arches.
“Oh, oh, shit,” she mutters. “Matt…”
Her body goes rigid, and warm wetness gushes from her, pooling in my hand, streaming down my wrist. “Fuck,” I groan. “You just… shit. That went everywhere…”
Aries lets out a delightful sigh, sounding utterly blissed out as her body relaxes. “I squirted,” she admits as thought it's a completely regular occurrence. Clearly I'm more surprised by it than she is. “Are my jeans wet?”
“Your jeans? No. I think I got it.”
“Phew.” She huffs the tiniest laugh. “Sorry.”
I kiss her neck, flicking my hand so her juices spray the paving at our feet. “Don’t be fucking sorry. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Can you keep going?”
“Don’t you dare stop,” she says, and I can hear the smile in her voice.
My cock is achingly hard, and as I return my wet hand to her pussy, I use the other to undo my trousers.
“Fuck, Aries,” I murmur, sliding one hand around the base of my hard cock, and up to the tip, where a bead of pre-cum nestles. Always so ready.
I slide her jeans right to the floor and she steps out of them, exposing her soft curves to the night air. I grab her hips, manoeuvring her so I can slide my cock through the lips of her wet pussy. She’s shorter than I am, so my thighs will burn with the effort of holding this position, but it’ll be worth it.
“Fuck me,” she moans. “I’m ready. Fuck me hard with that huge dick.”
I laugh, making her laugh, and something about how ridiculous we are, and yet how hot this still manages to be, has warmth spreading through my chest.
I do exactly as she asks, slamming into her, our skin slapping together as I simultaneously tease her swollen clit.
“Fuck, that’s good,” she murmurs, her hips writhing against my fingers. “Right there. Yes. Keep that—”
I rail into her harder, cutting off her words. I speed up the circular movements over her clit and she moans, louder now— oh, oh, oh, oh —over and over. With each of her delirious moans, pleasure sparks up my shaft.
I drive into her harder, seeking out my orgasm, her orgasm, like my survival depends on it.
With an explosive cry, and a sound that’s almost a scream, Aries’ walls pulse around my dick as uncontrollable jerks of pleasure take over her body.
I hold her up as I take my final thrusts, my orgasm unspooling at the base of my spine and erupting.
My muscles tense and my jaw tightens as my cum spurts into Aries’ perfect pussy, even as she’s still whimpering and clenching around my dick.
As our breathing returns to normal, Aries leans her head down between her shoulders. “I’m definitely having a dessert,” she pants. “I think I’ve earned it.”
“Indeed,” I agree, pulling a cotton handkerchief from my pocket. It’s perfectly ironed and folded into a square. I pass it to her and she stares at it for a moment before a burst of laughter escapes her. “How old are you?” she asks, as she runs her fingertip over the monogrammed corner. “This is such an old man handkerchief.”
“Hey.” I slap her exposed arse gently. “My father got them for all of us.”
“What’s the J stand for?” Her fingernail flicks at the embroidered middle initial.
“James.”
“Matthew James Hawkston. Nice.” She unfolds the fabric and places it between her thighs. “Ready,” she says, and I slide out as she catches the mess and wipes herself down.
When we’re both dressed, she holds out the scrunched up bit of fabric. “What do you want to do with this?”
I take it from her and throw it into the bin. “Never liked it anyway.”
She puts a hand on her hip and looks me up and down. “You suddenly seem so much younger, Matthew James Hawkston. Let’s go eat.”