Chapter 49
Chapter forty-nine
Matty lay in Sloan’s bed for the second night, on her side with her head on the pillow, watching as Sloan let the dressing gown fall to the floor. Naked, she climbed under the summer blankets, then snuggled as close to Matty as she could get.
“Hi.” Matty grinned, happy to be close.
“Hey.”
“Everything okay?”
Sloan nodded and went in for a kiss, but Matty pulled back. “Not so fast, I want to talk.”
“Oh.” Sloan rolled onto her back, the blanket barely covering her chest. “What about?”
“Lots of things. How you’re feeling?”
Sloan shifted so they were facing each other again and smiled. “She’s calling me Sloan.”
“Uh-huh…that must be pretty good, right?”
“Yes, it feels very validating.” Sloan smiled. “Can we kiss now?”
Matty chuckled. “No, I’ve got more things.”
“More things…” Sloan mused as she reached out and let her palm slide onto Matty’s torso. “I like things…”
“Are we thinking about the same things?”
“I’m not sure… Are your things phallic-shaped?”
“They weren’t, but now...maybe...”
“I have a lot of things,” Sloan whispered. “And I want to use them.”
Matty nodded, ignoring the way Sloan’s hand had eased around to caress her breast, fingers plucking gently at the nipple.
“Tell me about Maggie.”
“Now?” Sloan frowned. “When I’m trying to seduce you?”
“Don’t worry, I am absolutely going to let you do that in a moment...with or without your phallic things.”
“I prefer with,” Sloan answered, and pinched the nipple just hard enough to elicit a hiss from Matty. “You like that, don’t you?”
“Stop changing the subject.” Matty smiled but moved just enough to encourage Sloan’s exploration. “And yes, I find it surprisingly pleasurable.”
“Maggie was someone I was in love with,” Sloan offered, without any more interest than if she’d just been asked her birthday. It was a fact—nothing more, nothing less.
“Why did you break up?” Matty asked.
“Because...my dad had just died and then my mother had a stroke, and Maggie didn’t see a future where she had to include looking after a disabled person.”
Matty’s breathing hitched when Sloan pinched and caressed again. “And she...she just...left?”
“Mm-hm. She did.” Sloan moved in, ghosting her lips across Matty’s. “And as much as I am happy to tell you anything you want to know...” Their lips touched again, just briefly. “I really want to fuck you...so, can we do that? Mm? Can I fuck you, Matty?”
Matty’s throat went tight. Her brain went blank. Everything in her that mattered just said yes.
“Nobody’s ever asked me that before,” she said as she rolled backwards. Sloan moved with her, landing on top, pressing her body into Matty’s.
“Do you like it?”
She nodded. “Yes. Very much so.”
“Good. So, if I said right now…” Sloan raised up on one palm, the other disappearing between them, finding the heat between Matty’s thighs. “I want my fingers inside you…”
Matty’s words failed her—her body didn’t, legs parting.
“Good,” Sloan repeated. “Wider.”
Matty let herself be led, arching up as she felt the swift movement and the fullness of Sloan’s fingers sliding into her wet heat.
Sloan groaned.
“I’ve wanted this for weeks,” she said, her movement lingering, intentional, teasing.
Matty arched again, a soft moan slipping out.
“That night in my office, when you delivered my coffee?”
“Uh-huh…” Matty managed. “Oh, fuck.”
Sloan’s thumb pressed against her clit with small circular movements.
“I wanted you. On my desk,” Sloan went on, two fingers sliding in and out—deeper, firmer—while her thumb kept up those small, delicious circles. “There was something about you that made me wet, Matty.”
“Sloan…please…”
“Soon…” Sloan smiled at the plea. “You know I like to take my time.” Her fingers curled, gently at first, then harder, the pads dragging just right, as her thumb stayed on Matty’s clit. “And then…”
“The—” Matty couldn’t speak. She couldn’t even breathe properly.
Heat ripped through her, bright and brutal, her clit pulsing like it had its own heartbeat.
Sloan’s hand was everywhere—inside her, on her, owning the rhythm—two fingers sliding, then curling again, like she’d found a switch Matty didn’t know existed.
Matty’s thighs started to shake. “Sloan—fuck—”
“Very good,” Sloan said, voice low, sounding pleased with herself. “That’s it. Don’t run from it.” Her pace didn’t speed up so much as sharpen, each curl and stroke landing exactly where Matty was already too full, too wet, too close. “Let go for me. Let it happen.”
Matty tried to clamp down, tried to breathe through it, but the pressure kept building, until her body obeyed those tantalising fingers and words.
Her hips jerked up, her stomach went tight, and then she broke, gushing in hot, messy pulses, slicking her thighs, soaking Sloan’s hand, splattering the sheets.
“Oh my—” Matty choked, mortified and wrecked, the sound turning into a moan she couldn’t stop.
She’d never done that. Never. Not once. But her body kept pushing it out, trembling hard as Sloan held her open and worked her through every shudder, thumb still circling her clit like she meant to wring every last drop from her.
Sloan whimpered softly. “There you are.”
***
Mortification washed through Matty, intense as the aftershocks still pulsing in her. “I’m so…sorry.” She swallowed. “I don’t… That’s never happened before.”
Sloan gave her a slow, satisfied smile. “Why are you sorry? That was beautiful.” She draped herself over Matty, pinning her gently, the weight grounding her. “You know that was meant to happen, don’t you? I made that happen.”
Matty was still chasing her breath; still trying to make sense of the mess between her thighs.
“Sweetheart,” Sloan said, stroking her face, “you squirted.” Sloan kissed her cheek. “It’s perfectly natural.”
“What?” Matty’s thoughts skittered and vanished, her body still jumping involuntarily, as another pulse sparked at her clit. “The bed…”
Sloan kissed her.
Slow and searching, Sloan’s tongue slid in like her fingers had done. She broke the kiss, leaned back, and looked down at Matty.
“Do you think you can manage to eat me out?” Sloan shifted, straddling Matty’s waist. “Hm? Can you do that, if I sit on you?”
“I…” Matty tried again, but nothing came. Why couldn’t she form sentences?
“I want your mouth on me, Matty. Tell me you can do that.”
She couldn’t find words, so she nodded.
Sloan shifted forward, straddling Matty’s waist properly now, knees either side of her hips. She braced one hand on the headboard and the other slid along Matty’s chest in a quiet warning to stay put as she moved up and into position.
Matty’s mouth went dry. Sloan was right there—heat and slick and the faintest trace of soap from their shower, undercut by something darker, unmistakably her. Matty breathed her in, helplessly greedy, and Sloan made a soft, pleased sound above her.
“Go on,” Sloan murmured. “Use that mouth.”
Matty’s hands found Sloan’s thighs, thumbs spreading her gently as she leaned in. One slow lick, flat and deliberate, tasting her properly. Salt and sweet and warm, and Matty’s whole body tightened with want.
Sloan rocked, just a fraction, and Matty followed, tongue learning her, taking her time the way Sloan had, until Sloan’s breath hitched and her fingers tightened in Matty’s hair.
“That’s good. Tease me…” Sloan said. She looked down, holding Matty’s gaze. “Take control of it. I’m at your mercy.” The words turned Matty on. Matty wanted—no, needed—to please her.
Her mouth closed around Sloan’s swollen clit, and she sucked just enough to cause Sloan’s breath to hitch again and her hips to gently buck. She smiled into it, her tongue swirling so slowly she almost felt cruel.
But then Sloan spoke, murmuring instructions and ratcheting up Matty’s desire even further.
“Yes, like that. Just…like that.”
Matty reminded herself—denial was an art form to someone like Sloan. Delicious. Powerful.
Every swipe of her tongue was intentional. The urge to dive in and take what she wanted had to wait, as her own need to please Sloan took over.
Sloan’s hips began to circle, chasing friction.
She hissed and bucked with every touch.
Matty’s hand slid from Sloan’s thigh to her arse, pulling her closer.
“I want to…” Sloan said.
Matty shook her head. “Not yet.”
Sloan’s wetness ran down Matty’s chin. She licked it away and circled Sloan’s entrance with her tongue.
“Yes…please,” Sloan breathed.
Matty obliged, her tongue teasing the tight little hole, pressing in, easing out, then circling again, taking her time, enjoying her taste.
It didn’t matter how slowly Matty teased, Sloan’s body began to take over. Her muscles tensed. Her thighs clamped, clit grinding down so hard Matty had to fight for air.
Sloan’s fingers tightened in her hair and hauled her closer.
There was no space between them, Sloan’s pussy and Matty’s mouth becoming one.
One final suck, harder than anything she’d done so far, sent Sloan over.
She shuddered. Cried out. Pressed down even harder and rode Matty’s face, ruthless and unashamed.