More whimpers. More need.
“I’d like to bring us off together.” His own large hands aren’t that large when holding himself, but I’m smaller, and the juxtaposition is a heady sight. “You want this, sugar? You feel good enough to get off?”
He strokes both of us, making me push against him for more. “You know I do.”
A smile curls his lips up. I feel it when he kisses me. “Tell me.”
“I want you, Matt.”
“Tell me more.” An unfair stroke to our joined skin punctuates the statement. As he kisses me, he continues to work us together, the natural lube of our arousal all he needs and all he uses. “I want to see you feel good. Are you going to let me get you there?”
“Yes. Promise. Please, Matt.” For a moment, I’m horrified he might not continue, and I’m desperate. In answer he moves his hand, and I cry out. “Feels so good.”
His left arm keeping my arms pinned above my head, he rests on the same elbow, hips twisted to the side. His right hand keeps moving. “Fuck yes, it feels good. Feels fucking amazing. You missed being touched. You said so. Feels perfect, sugar. Just like you. Perfect body, ready for me. Panting so sweetly for it, aren’t you?”
“Uh-huh.” The building intensity and pressure of such good feelings pushes up irrational thoughts about how Matt is mine.Mine.
Deny can’t take him away. Neither can Nico, and it’s been too long since I can say that about anything in my life.
Matt lapses into praise about how beautiful I am, how he desires me, and my mind skitters straight into the haze. When I’m so close my body shakes, he kisses me. I give it all I can, the only way to pleasure him since I’m pinned, helpless under him.
“That’s right,” Matt mumbles in between kisses as his hand slows, drawing out the inevitable along with my whimpers of protest. “Show me how much you want it with that clever tongue, those beautiful lips.”
I come hard when he starts stroking us again, gasping into his mouth and wiggling underneath him. He buries his face into my neck and joins me in release. I wish I could see his face, tuck another picture of what Matt looks like when he gives in to pleasure back in my brain.
“Powdered fucking donuts,” he mumbles against my skin, “so sweet.”
Once recovered, he gives me a stern warning not to move, then cleans us up before tugging me against him.
Of course, I fall back asleep, not waking until almost an hour later.
“I have to go to work today.” I run a hand over his chest and abs, with the occasional reach over to pet Mulder, purring on Matt’s other side. She gave us side-eye when she came back to the bed after the earlier activities.
“No, you don’t.”
“I really do. I have this other job, and . . .” I trail off, not sure how to explain Maxine’s without explaining Maxine’s. I need to work at Black Diamond, too. I told Quinn I would be back tonight.
Matt opens his eyes. “You have been fever-free since yesterday at noon. So, if you promise me you will eat more than soup before you go, and that you will check in with me, and that you will stay here with me tonight, then fine.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Sure, Dad.”
“Absolutely not.” Matt gives a light swat on the ass that turns me on more than a little.
His own brows lift in warning. He slowly rolls over, letting me feel his weight and how much bigger he is. Hairs on my arms standing on end, I try not to shiver from the display of his dominant tendencies. “I’m bossy enough to get you back in this bed tonight without any special titles. As much as I loved you letting me take care of you, I think I will enjoy having you here when you are on the mend, too.” His lips brush the last few words against mine, until I’m chasing the firm press.
“It can’t be more than sex.” I blurt out the words. I need them out there, but I also really don’t want it to change anything.
“Is that so?”
I run a hand into his hair, unable to stop myself from touching him.
“I can’t give anything more than that.” I don’thaveanything more, which would be true to say, but far too deep and honest for this moment. It would lead to too many questions. I’m lying to him. Even if not actively, I am keeping things from him, and I can’t if it was more.
Whatever Matt thinks he knows of me is far from the truth. However much he may take things in stride, I can guess that me lying to him isn’t the same.
Matt’s eyes search mine, and he is unhurried to respond. “I’ll take what you have to give, sweetness.” I’m missing something in his tone, I think. “But you need to know I don’t share. No matter how casual it is.”
“I don’t either.” I smile at the thought of Matt Mann being mine in any way.
