Chapter 52
Chapter fifty-two
The heat lingered, even after dark, and Sloan lay on top of the sheets with the window cracked, listening to the house settle. For once, she didn’t feel apprehensive about anything.
It was the end of the month. Work was settled, bills were paid, and Matty and Gloria had found a rhythm that didn’t need managing.
Sloan and Matty had, too.
Sunday mornings became predictable in the best way. Matty came straight from Art, let herself in, came up the stairs, and Sloan waited—because waiting was its own kind of control.
She’d prepared slowly. Deliberately. Harness first, straps pulled snug and straight—no twists, no fuss, the toy in place.
Footsteps crossed the landing.
Matty appeared in the doorway and stopped.
Sloan was already waiting on the bed, propped against the headboard, sheets pushed low. The harness sat tight on her hips, straps lying neat against her skin, the toy jutting up.
Matty’s gaze shifted down Sloan’s torso to the toy then snapped back up, breath catching like she’d walked in and seen something she wasn’t meant to have.
Sloan smiled at Matty’s reaction. “You’re staring.”
“I’m appreciating,” Matty said, voice rough with the day. She came closer, moving slowly on purpose, like she was trying to make Sloan wait for her.
Sloan let her. She’d been waiting all evening. Ten seconds more wouldn’t kill her.
Matty reached the bed and put a hand on Sloan’s knee. “You put it on without me.”
“I did.” Sloan’s eyes flicked down, then back to Matty’s face. “I thought you’d like the welcome.”
Matty’s mouth twisted, pleased. “I do.”
She leaned in for a kiss and Sloan met her halfway, letting it be soft for a moment, letting Matty taste the patience she’d had to practise. Matty’s fingers slid up her thigh and followed the strap, tracing it like she was checking the fit.
Sloan caught her wrist—not to stop her, just to hold her there.
“Are you going to take your time?” Sloan asked.
Matty’s eyes brightened. “You want me to?”
Sloan’s smile was small. “I want you on top of me.”
Matty made a quiet sound, half laugh, half groan. “That’s not an answer.”
“It is,” Sloan said. “You’re just being difficult.”
“Always.” Matty’s hands went to her waistband. She shoved her trousers and knickers down in one impatient movement, kicked them off, and climbed on Sloan like she’d been thinking about it all day.
The heat of Matty’s body pressed down, familiar and new, all at once. “Lube?”
The bottle was on the bed beside Sloan, and she grabbed it, flipping the lid and squeezing enough into her palm. She smothered the toy with slow sweeps, each one pressing the base against her own clit.
“Enjoying that?” Matty asked, smiling at her.
"It has its perks." Sloan grinned, and instead of reaching for the towel, wiped the excess deliberately across Matty's inner thigh.
Sloan’s hands went to Matty’s waist, thumbs digging in, keeping her close. Possessing her. She didn’t bother pretending otherwise.
Matty rocked once. It was slow, testing. The toy slid between them, nudging, and Matty’s breath caught.
Sloan watched her face. “You’re still staring.”
Matty’s cheeks flushed. “Shut up.”
Sloan smirked. “You’ll have to give my mouth something else to do.”
Matty leaned down and kissed her again, harder this time, and Sloan let her—let her take her mouth, her breath, the little sound she tried not to make.
Sloan’s hand slid between them, guiding the toy, watching as Matty sank down, inch by inch, until she was full. She froze, eyes squeezed shut for half a second, then opened them and looked right at Sloan as if daring her to comment.
“Fuck, I needed that,” she whispered against Sloan’s lips.
“I chose well, then.” Sloan grinned and captured Matty’s lips, rocking her hips slowly until they found a rhythm, letting Matty set the pace. “Slowly, don’t rush it.”
“Babe, it’s nearly four. And I need to come.”
Sloan gripped her waist. “And I want that for you…just not so fast.”
Matty sighed and arched, gripping the hem of her T-shirt and lifting it. She tossed it to the floor and unclasped her bra, freeing her breasts.
“You know what I want,” she said, pushing her chest forward.
Sloan licked her lips before wrapping her mouth around the closest nipple, moaning softly as it instantly hardened. She bit down, teeth tugging gently, but enough for Matty to feel it.
“Harder,” Matty breathed as she rocked faster, lifting and sinking, driving herself to the edge.
Her hand slipped between them, rubbing her clit.
“So…good…” She arched. “Ah—” Her free hand threaded into Sloan’s hair, gripping at the back of her head and pulling her closer as she kept riding faster. “Make me come, Sloan.”
One sudden pull, a shift of weight, and Matty was on her back before she could catch her breath.
Knees came up fast, heels digging into Sloan’s backside as Matty dragged her closer.
The first thrust was steady. The next wasn’t—harder, faster, until Matty’s breath turned ragged.
Palms planted either side of Matty’s shoulders, Sloan levered her hips up, changed the angle, and Matty gasped.
“Like that,” Matty choked, eyes wide, mouth slack. “Oh—Sloan…”
Silence.
There was only Sloan watching her—watching for the point where Matty stopped trying to hold on to anything and simply took it, shaking beneath her.
Between them, Matty’s hand flew down again, rubbing her clit hard and fast, desperate now, out of patience.
“Come on,” she begged, voice breaking. “Please—”
Deeper. Harder. The bed knocked softly against the wall. The leather strap creaked with each drive.
Sloan kept the angle, kept the pace, kept her exactly where she wanted her.
Matty’s whole body tightened. Heels dug in. Thighs trembled.
Then she broke.
A sharp cry tore out of her as she came hard, hips jerking up into Sloan’s thrusts, her hand still moving until the pleasure turned too much and she went rigid—shaking, breathless, wrecked.
Only then did Sloan slow, staying with her as Matty came completely apart, pressing a kiss to her mouth as her legs loosened and her body finally relaxed.
Matty laughed softly. “Can we do that every time I come home?” Sloan shifted back and eased out gently.
Matty’s fingers found the buckle and unclipped the harness.
“Are you tired?” Sloan asked, slipping it off and letting it drop to the floor with a soft thud.
Matty sat up and reached between Sloan’s thighs.
Sloan was already slick, already wanting.
“Not for this,” Matty said, slipping her fingers inside Sloan. “Never for this.”