Chapter 30 #2
Matthew’s gaze is like an actual touch. I can feel it roaming over my body, tracking my movements.
My eyes fall shut as I circle my opening, teasing us both, before gliding my fingers back to that bundle of nerves.
“Shit…”
“Eyes on me,” Matthew all but growls.
Blinking my eyes open, I zero in on him. He’s turned toward me, one palm pressed against the glass, the other one wrapped around his dick that’s already hard again even though he just came.
All because of me.
“That’s it, baby. Rub that pussy. I can see it clenching from here. So fucking needy for me, Trouble.”
“Yes,” I moan.
My eyelids flutter, but I force them open.
“That’s my girl. I want to see those eyes when you come for me.”
My legs spread wider, fingers pressing against my clit as I rub in circular motions, each swipe sending a shockwave through me.
Close.
I’m so fucking close.
My fingers slide down again, and this time, I sink two of them inside me, wishing it was his cock.
I’m so wet, there’s barely any resistance as I fill my pussy, the palm of my hand pressing against my clit as I curl my fingers, finding the right spot.
“Fuck,” I pant, my breathing ragged, chest heaving. I lift my hips, pulling my fingers back and then sinking them inside me again and again as that familiar pressure builds.
Matthew stands behind the glass, his eyes glued to me, his fist moving in tandem with mine as I fuck myself.
“Matthew, I—”
I rub against that spot harder as my orgasm slams into me. My hips arch, pussy pulsing around my fingers and sucking them deeper as I ride the wave of pleasure.
My gaze is hazy, ears buzzing, so I don’t realize Matthew has moved until he’s standing in front of me.
“Fucking hell, Trouble.”
His mouth finds mine, kissing me hard as his fingers grip my cheeks, his tongue swiping into my mouth.
His slick body nestles into mine, his icy skin making goosebumps rise over my heated flesh.
I slide my fingers from my aching center and wrap them around his length. He hisses at the touch, his forehead pressing against mine.
“I need to feel you,” I whisper.
My legs circle around his waist, pulling him closer to me, and I can see the muscle in his jaw twitch as he holds back.
“We shouldn’t.”
“Why not?”
He wants me. There is no denying that. His cock pulses in my hand as I slowly work the hard length.
“Because you went through a lot, and—”
“And I want to feel alive,” I say, not letting him finish. I lift my hand, brushing away his wet strands. “You make me feel alive.”
“Trouble…” He closes his eyes, almost like he’s in pain. “I’m in so much fucking trouble.”
“Matthew?”
My voice is soft, tentative. I’m not even sure what I’m asking.
He blinks his eyes open; the look in them makes me breathless. The mix of pain, raw need, and something else, something I can’t quite pinpoint, rocking me to my very core, and yet I can’t look away.
“From the very first day I saw you, I knew you’d be my undoing. My Trouble. And yet, I’d gladly take any repercussions if it meant being with you.”
Trouble.
Not because he wanted me to be a bad girl, but because I was his undoing.
His Trouble.
That flutter is back, my chest feeling tight.
Matthew pulls open a drawer, then plucks a foil packet out of it. He lifts it between us, a silent question.
I take it from him, ripping it open and then sliding the rubber over his cock before guiding him to my entrance.
“You have always been my undoing,” I whisper against his lips before kissing him just as he sinks into me.
I tighten my legs around him as he stretches me open.
“Fuck, baby.”
Tight.
The fit is so damn tight, but it feels so good.
We move slowly until he’s completely seated inside me, his pelvis grinding against my clit.
“So full,” I breathe as my pussy tightens around him.
“Damn right.”
We start to move, our bodies gliding together as one. Matthew takes my hand, bringing my fingers to his lips and sucking them clean before letting them pop free.
“Next time, I want you to come on my tongue,” he grits out as he hits my G-spot, and I swear I can see stars.
Our mouths crash together, my fingers sinking into his shoulders, hips arching higher as my pussy clamps around him.
Matthew calls out my name as his movements become more frantic, then he comes, his cock spilling inside me. His gaze holds mine hostage, lips parted, cheeks pink. His hand lands next to me, holding his weight so he doesn’t squish me completely.
“So much fucking trouble.”
The corner of my mouth tips upward in a lazy smile.
“At least it’s the good kind.”
Lips press against the side of my neck, strong fingers digging into my hips. My hand tightens around the coffee cup as Matthew’s body brushes against mine, a low moan coming out of my lungs when I feel him pressed against my back.
My pussy clenches, the dull ache between my thighs completely forgotten now that he’s here. One time with this man, and I’m insatiable. Okay, it might have been two considering we went to take a shower to clean up, and that led to getting down and dirty all over again.
Matthew’s teeth graze against my skin, tickling me softly. “Matthew!” I chastise, pushing him back. “Don’t you dare.”
“What?” He chuckles softly as I turn around in his arms.
I tap my finger against the tip of his nose. “You know what, mister. I can’t walk around with a hickey on my neck.”
He bends down, arms wrapping around me, and lifts me onto the counter. My thighs spread and he settles between them. “Why not? I’m pretty sure I have claw marks on my back.”
My cheeks flush because I’m pretty sure he’s right.
“The shower was slippery! I had to hold on.”
A smug smile appears on Matthew’s lips. “I’m pretty sure I had a very good hold on you.”
Heat floods my cheeks. “You’re incorrigible!”
The soft rumble of his laughter has me smiling as well. The sound slowly dies down, and we just stare at one another in silence. His hand cups my face, thumb skimming over my cheek as he studies me intently. My stomach squeezes as I hold my breath, the tension between us crackling to life.
“Twenty-two.”
My brows pull together. “What?”
His thumb skims my cheek as his eyes meet mine. “Twenty-two freckles. Just like the last time.”
“You counted?”
“Of course I did. How would I know if I hadn’t?” He brushes a strand of hair behind my ear. “Did you know they become more prominent when you blush?”
“No.” I slide my hands over his shoulders, my fingers tangling in his hair. “Is that why you always made me blush?”
“It’s part of the fun.” He grazes his teeth over his lower lip, his voice turning more serious. “You good? No regrets?”
I shake my head. “I could never regret you.”
It’s the truth.
Good or bad, it doesn’t matter.
Not where he’s concerned.
Tilting my head, my mouth meets his in a slow kiss.
A graze of the mouth. Leisurely exploration.
I nip at his lip, coaxing his mouth open.
A low groan escapes him when our tongues tangle together.
He grips me harder, tilting my head as his tongue sinks into my mouth.
My legs wrap around his hips, pulling him flush against me.
“Jessy? The door was ope— Shit!”
Matthew and I break apart and turn toward the doorway where Mae is watching us with a smug grin on her face.
“Do you not know how to use the doorbell?” I ask, glaring at my best friend.
“I used the doorbell! Not sure a bomb exploding would have made much difference.” Her knowing gaze takes us in. “Just fake, huh?”
“Mae!”
Matthew chuckles, his head burrowing in the crook of my neck. I pinch his side. “Don’t encourage her.”
“Oh, I’ve seen enough! Sorry, not sorry.” She lifts a duffle before dropping it on the floor. “Your clothes are here, and apparently there was no need to pack sexy undies. Such a shame.”
“Mae!”
“I’m leaving. I’m leaving.” She points her finger at me. “But I’m expecting a full report later.”
Groaning, I let my head fall back and just stare at the ceiling. Matthew is still laughing at the whole interaction.
“It’s not funny.”
“It is. A little bit.” I lift my head so I can glare at him, but that doesn’t frighten him in the least. “You know, it would be a shame to let those sexy undies go to waste. Just sayin’.”