Chapter 60
Chapter sixty
Sloan was asleep, a light snore warming the pillow where her face was mashed into it. For a while, Matty lay still, counting each soft snore like a sheep jumping a fence.
She twisted over onto her side and faced Sloan, nudging her shoulder. Then again. Sloan only muffled something inaudible and carried on.
Matty huffed and flopped on to her back, then sat upright, turning and pushing the pillows until they sat firm behind her back.
Her body tingled with restless energy. Not horny—not exactly—just…wired.
“What is it?” Sloan mumbled.
“I can’t sleep,” Matty said, lying back down again. The warmth of Sloan’s palm slid against her torso and stayed there. An extra sensation joined the tingling at the touch. “I think I just need to relax.”
“Hm-hm…do that,” Sloan said, eyes still closed.
“Like…really relax.” Matty let her own fingers dance down, over, and past Sloan’s wrist.
Sloan’s hand snapped firmly shut around Matty’s wrist before Matty could touch herself.
“Sloan…please, I can’t play the waiting game…I need to—”
Sloan pulled Matty’s hand away. “No,” she said, and then her own hand was there—lower, sure—pressing between Matty’s folds as Matty’s thighs opened for her.
Matty moaned as Sloan’s fingers brushed her aching clit. “Oh,” she breathed, and felt her body begin to loosen, the tension easing away with each small movement Sloan made. “Just like that.”
Sloan wriggled closer, her movements following the jerks of Matty’s hips, tuned to the hitch of her breath and the little sounds she couldn’t swallow back.
“This is my job,” Sloan whispered, “anytime you need this. But next time you want to touch yourself, you’ll do it for me.” Her finger slid lower, into the slick heat she’d drawn out of Matty, slipping inside her with ease.
“You…want to watch…me?” Matty gasped and arched as Sloan’s fingers found that perfect spot deep inside that always undid her.
“I want to watch, yes.” Sloan’s voice was deeper, rough with sleep, low in her throat, her mouth close to Matty’s ear. “Will you do that…for me?”
“Yes,” Matty answered instantly. “I want to do that.”
Sloan gave a quiet laugh, breathy against Matty’s ear. “Course you do.” Her thumb kept moving, unhurried, like she was taking her time on purpose. “I want to watch the way your fingers circle your clit.”
Matty’s stomach clenched. Heat pooled low and heavy, the kind that made her thighs twitch.
“Slowly,” Sloan murmured, just…wanting. “Don’t rush it. I want you to feel it.”
Matty tried to turn her head for a kiss, but Sloan stayed close to her ear, keeping her there with her voice and her hand.
“And if I tell you to wait,” Sloan said, almost amused, “you’ll wait.”
Matty let out a sound that was half laugh, half plea. “Sloan—”
“I know.” Sloan kissed her shoulder, then her jaw. “I want to watch you touch yourself. That’s all.”
Sloan’s fingers flexed inside her again and Matty’s hips jerked; a sudden little movement she couldn’t stop. The pleasure was building fast now. It was too fast, and it dragged the rest of the night up with it—the cold bite of cuffs, blue walls, a door shutting and locking her in.
Matty’s breath snagged.
Sloan felt it straight away. Her hand didn’t leave, but it changed—slower, steadier.
“Breathe,” Sloan said, voice low. “Look at me.”
Matty blinked, turning her face enough to find Sloan’s eyes in the dim morning light.
“Stay with me,” Sloan said.
Matty dragged in a breath. Then another. The panic eased, leaving her skin too sensitive, too alive.
Sloan’s thumb circled again, patient. “That’s it.”
Matty tightened, then tipped over, pleasure breaking through in waves that left her shaking. She turned into Sloan’s neck to muffle the sound, fingers clenched hard in the sheet.
Sloan stayed close until the tremors eased, her palm eventually settling over Matty’s ribs, feeling her breathe.
Matty swallowed hard. “I’m sorry about everything.”
Sloan kissed her shoulder. “Later,” she said. “Time to sleep.”