Rule #31 Always lock the door.
Amelia
Matis tried to talk me into sleep twice. Instead, we ended up having sex again.
I did manage to fall asleep for a little while after. Then I remembered that the man of my dreams was lying naked behind me in my bed, and I woke back up.
And all it took was a little grinding of my hips, and now he’s sheathing his cock behind me for the third time tonight. As he slides inside me with a firm grip of my hips, I bury my face in the pillow to keep from crying out.
I have been with men before, or rather, should I say…boys. Because they were nothing like this. For one, Matis is easily the girthiest man who’s ever been inside me. That first time we had sex hurt a bit more than I was expecting it to. It took me a minute to adjust to his size.
And two, Matis knows pleasure like a third language. He speaks it most fluently. It’s as if he hears what my body is asking for even before I have a chance to voice it. He knows the speed, the intensity, the depth that feels best. He plays with my clit better than I do.
And three…I’ve never, ever called anyone Daddy before during sex. I’ve never even wanted to. But when he crawled into my bed last night, the urge came out of nowhere.
It made me feel so…taken care of. As if Matis is now the most important man in my life.
He is my world. My everything. Which might be a bit much for some kinky bedroom talk, but it’s all part of some fantasy, I guess.
Then hearing that word come out of my mouth…
and seeing the effect it had on him…it was out of this world.
Fucking in silence was sexy at first, but now…our third time tonight…it’s turned into torture. I can’t wait for the first time we have sex when I can really scream, because I will. I’ll make sure everyone in the city hears me.
I think the need to be quiet keeps his thrusts tamer too. It’s still like heaven, but I want him to feel untamed and free to be as rough as he wants.
I’ve never come from sex alone…before tonight.
Tonight, I’ve done it twice.
About to be three times.
The sheets twist in my fists as he pounds into me from behind, his rhythm changing from fast to slow and then fast again. And something about it has my body tensing as it’s assaulted by pleasure. It cascades through me like an explosion.
A moment later, Matis’s heavy breathing stutters as he comes, filling the last condom.
When I collapse onto the pillow face down, my body is aching with exhaustion. Squeezing my legs together, I find the soreness there and it fills me with pride. It’s probably a good thing we ran out of condoms because if we didn’t, I’d probably let him fuck me until I couldn’t walk.
As touched as I was by him bringing them last night, I still wish he didn’t need them.
Not so much because I’m ready to carry his children but because the idea of him filling me up turns me on more than it ever has before.
I need to feel that filthy drip down my thighs—proof that he’s been here. Proof that he owns me.
When I see a peek of sunlight warming the skyline, the exhaustion from the long night finally pulls me under.
“Rest, Trouble,” he mumbles while kissing the side of my head.
“Stay,” I whine with my eyes still closed.
“I should really go. They’ll be waking up soon.”
I flip over to my back and clutch him desperately. “Please,” I beg. “They won’t come into my room. They never do. Stay with me.”
He’s clearly conflicted by how much he truly wants to stay and how much he doesn’t want to be found naked in my bed. I think I’m honestly beyond caring. If they find him, we simply explain and apologize and start the process of them getting over it.
But I also acknowledge that the situation is different for Matis. They will obviously blame him more than me. They’ll accuse of him some very terrible things that he is not guilty of. They’ll question his morality, his loyalty, his character.
It’s not fair. But it’s the truth.
“Fuck it,” he mutters before tugging me closer. I smile brightly as I nuzzle up to him, letting him be the big spoon behind me.
The unspoken thing between us now isn’t a question of if they will find out but when. Because I think we’ve both accepted that this is real and it’s not going away.
But that’s as far as my tired brain gets before sleep finally takes me.
My eyes peel open as the sunlight blazes through the French doors that lead to my balcony. The bed beside me is empty, and I melt into the pillows with a sense of sadness.
He left.
Of course, he had to eventually. I wouldn’t expect him to just lie here, a prisoner in my bedroom.
Picking up my phone, I check the time.
Eleven thirty.
I miss him already. So I open our text thread and start typing out a good morning message when the sound of the toilet flushing in the attached bathroom has my head snapping up.
A few moments later, Matis opens the door to my room and walks in while still drying his hands on the towel. My face stretches with a smile at the sight of him.
“Good morning,” he says, a bit too loudly.
I glance with alarm at the bedroom door, noticing that it’s unlocked again.
“It’s okay,” he says casually. “Ronan took your mom out to breakfast.”
My brows furrow. “How do you know that? Did you have coffee with them?”
He chuckles. “Instagram. Your mom posts everything.”
It’s true. She does. I can practically see the photo my father has probably taken of her at some café in the city. She’ll look stunning and perfect as usual, no filter required.
“So that means…we have the house to ourselves?” I ask with a coy smile.
Matis grins wickedly as he comes closer to the bed. “Not for long. Her last post was over an hour ago.”
When he begins crawling toward me, I slam my hand over my mouth. “Wait. No.”
He laughs again. “What?”
“I need to brush my teeth and clean up a little.”
He grabs my legs and yanks me toward him. “You don’t need to do anything, mon trésor.”
I squeal with laughter as I try to get away from him. With amusement, he tickles up my sides and starts peppering kisses up my body. I shriek in horror, afraid of how I might smell after a night of sweaty sex. But he certainly doesn’t seem to care.
“Matis Moreau, if you don’t let me shower, I swear I’ll… I’ll…”
My fight dies as he closes his lips around my breast and his fingers slip through my slick folds. He sinks a finger deep inside me, and I lose the ability to care about anything other than this pleasure.
Not even when he kisses me deeply and grinds his hard cock against my thigh.
“I want all of you, Trouble. Every beautiful, imperfect, smelly little bit.”
I let out a cry of pleasure as he hooks his finger and works his palm on my clit. Reaching into his briefs, I find his cock and begin to stroke him. He moans with his lips on my neck.
We’re not exactly loud, mostly because I’m not sure if the house staff is downstairs today, and I wouldn’t hear my parents come in if they did return. But it is nice to at least be able to make some noise as he serves me an earth-shattering orgasm breakfast.
I’ve come more in the last twenty-four hours than I have in the last year.
After my climax has crested, Matis moves to his knees and aims his swollen cock for my belly. We stroke him together, his hand over mine in rapid, relentless thrusts until he comes, spraying my chest and stomach with his release.
I love watching his face when he finishes. It’s so sexy, and instead of looking tortured and tight, his eyes turn hooded and his lips part as he breathes through clenched teeth.
I didn’t even know someone could look sexy when coming.
“Well, now I really need a shower,” I say with a laugh as I look down and see the mess he’s left on my body.
He grins before leaning down to press his lips to mine in a quick kiss. Then he grips my hand and helps me to my feet. I scurry into the bathroom and turn on the shower.
“You’ll join me, right?”
He appears in the bathroom a moment later. “When are you going to learn, Trouble?” he asks with his arms crossed as he leans against the bathroom counter.
“What?”
“That I can’t say no to you.”
With that, he follows me into the claw-foot tub. I slide the curtain closed around us and let him wrap me up in his arms.
The hot water sprays my back as Matis kisses his way down my neck. Before long, the kiss grows heated, and his cock hardens between our bodies.
I still need someone to pinch me. This is really happening. Matis, my Matis, is standing naked in a shower with me.
I reach for his cock and hoist my right leg up, hoping it conveys exactly what I want.
“We don’t have any more condoms,” he mumbles against my lips.
“Just pull out,” I reply.
He eases back and glares at me as if I truly am trouble. And just when he opens his mouth to scold me, a door slams somewhere in the house and we both freeze.
“Did you hear that?” I whisper.
“Fuck,” he mouths.
“They won’t come in here,” I reply silently using just the movement of lips.
But I was wrong because a moment later, I hear my mother’s voice from somewhere in my room. All I can think about are Matis’s clothes strewn across my floor. Luckily, my clothes are also all over the place, so hopefully she won’t notice. Being messy might actually pay off for once.
“Hey, Mel,” she calls.
I start to shake, my eyes wide with terror. “Yeah?” I shout back.
It’s hard to remain as casual and calm as possible when under such stress, but I do my best.
The bathroom door creaks as she peeks her head in. I squeeze Matis’s arm. His eyes are closed, his face tilted away from the door as if he can’t even look in her direction.
“Hey, sweetie, sorry to bug you, but what are your plans today?” she asks.
I clear my throat. “Um, nothing really. I just have to work on the designs and the fashion show. Why?”
“Well, your dad and I have something we want to talk to you about.”
The blood drains from my face as Matis’s eyes meet mine. We stare at each other, probably thinking the same thing. This is it. We’ve been caught. She saw his clothes or knows he snuck in last night or heard us having sex.
“Right now?” I shriek.
“No, of course not. But…it involves Matis.”
“So?” I snap a little too eagerly.
“Maybe when you get out, we can have a minute downstairs?”
“Mom! You can’t just leave me hanging like that.”
I’m shaking, and the only thing holding me up at this moment are his firm hands around my arms.
“Well, I’m sorry, Melly. I just wanted to give you a heads-up before you find out from him.”
“Find out what?” I shout.
“Your father is buying a club in London.”
The tremble subsides in an instant as I stare into Matis’s eyes. His brows furrow as he glances toward the door, not that my mother can see him.
Pressing Matis behind me, I pull back the curtain by the wall enough to poke my head out. My mother breathes a heavy sigh when she sees me.
“I don’t understand,” I reply. “What does that have to do with Matis? Or me?”
“Well…” She crosses her arms over her chest and gives me that sympathetic look. “Your father is going to ask Matis to run it.”
Suddenly, the steam becomes too much. No matter how hard I train my face not to move, emotions bubble to surface like a pot on the stove. My nostrils flare and my eyes water.
Behind me, I feel Matis caress his fingers down my spine.
“What does that have to do with me?” I mumble, trying to look unaffected.
The look of pity on my mother’s face etches deeper, and for just a moment, I’m angry at her for it. She’s being obtusely gentle with me for a reason. My mother, my fiercest ally, my biggest supporter.
There’s just one problem with that. She knows me better than anyone. Better than I know myself. She knows what will upset me before I do. She protects me from my triggers before they have a chance to even trigger me.
And she knows that I don’t like change.
So she’s here to lighten the blow.
And they say not to shoot the messenger, but she is always the messenger.
“Honey, I know how much he means to you.”
No, she doesn’t.
I shrug. “Relax, Mom. It’s, like, two hours away.”
She nods, not buying my fake aloofness at all. That’s another thing I hate…how well she sees right through me. So I pull my head back into the shower and slam the curtain shut.
“He might not even say yes,” she replies. “I just…wanted to give you time to process it before everyone else finds out.”
“I’ve processed it. Thanks.” My tone is short and annoyed, and I don’t dare look into his eyes, so I keep them on the water droplets cascading down the curtain.
“Okay, sweetie,” she says. “Sorry to interrupt you.”
With that, she slips out of the bathroom and closes the door behind her. A moment later, I hear my bedroom door shut, and I know we’re alone. She must not have seen the evidence on my bedroom floor.
“Trouble, look at me.”
Defiantly, I lift my eyes and give a lazy, half-hearted smile. I try to convey to him that I am unbothered, not worried…and failing miserably, of course. Before I can even say a word, he pulls me close and presses his forehead to mine.
“I don’t have to take it.”
“You should,” I reply. “You want to run a club again. I know you do.”
“There are other people to run it. Someone else can go. I’m staying.”
On my next breath, my lip trembles and the tears that have been stinging my eyes finally spill over. He kisses each of them gently.
“Don’t give up on your life because of me,” I mumble against his lips.
Then his hands on my hips tighten, and he runs his thumb over my belly, reminding me of what we discussed last night. “I’m not.”
With a yelping sob, I practically leap into his arms. He holds me tightly against his body as his mouth ravishes mine. He’s rutting his cock against my core, but I need him too much in this moment to care about condoms or risks.
So I lift my leg and cant my hips, eagerly trying to find his cock.
While looking into my eyes, he silently slips inside me, and we both breathe a loud sigh of relief.
He fucks me fast, our bodies slick in the shower. And just as he reaches his climax, we stare at each other for a long time, both of us wondering when he’ll pull out.
Part of me wishes he wouldn’t. And I know it’s far too soon to be wanting anything like that. The fantasies we have could be years down the road, but I still dream of the day when we can have that. When he can fill me up, when those consequences would be welcomed instead of feared.
He pulls out in a rush, and we both stare down as he strokes himself through his release, watching the seed disappear down the drain.