I shifted slightly and used the leg I had hooked over his to get more leverage, greedily rubbing against him. Need clawed at my chest, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop kissing him. I considered trying to get my hands in between us to unbutton my jeans, but that was still going to disrupt us.
It would all depend on how long I could go without more.
Turned out, it wasn’t long.
Matty muttered something like “fucking perfect” against my lips as he thrust his hips, sending pleasure rolling through me. And that was all I needed to demand we move things along.
I flipped us over so I was sitting on his thighs, the bulge of his cock right in front of me. He grinned as I reached for the button on his jeans, trying to undo mine at the same time. It would have been easier to do one at a time, but my brain was completely lust-addled and common sense had long since gone out the window.
There were so many things I wanted to do to him and have him do to me, but I didn’t have the patience to start with anything time-consuming. Orgasms first, planning what we’d do next afterwards.
After all, it wasn’t like we didn’t have time for more than one round.
Matty lifted his hips to allow me to tug his jeans and underwear far enough down to release his dick, delight evident on my face when I got a good look at his cock. It was thick and veiny, with a fat mushroom head already leaking precum, the foreskin rolled back, and a neatly trimmed thatch of red curls around the base. “One day, I want this inside me,” I said as I wrapped my fingers around him.
“Mmm, fuck. Whatever you want, darling.”
“Do you have a preference?” I asked as I tried to open my own jeans, then realised I’d need both hands. Which was a crime, honestly.
“I switch,” he said, watching me closely as I knelt up and ungracefully shoved my jeans and trunks down as far as they’d go. It made kneeling harder, so I begrudgingly slid onto the bed beside him so I could tear them off. “You?”
“Same,” I said, throwing my leg back across him and gasping as I spat into my hand and wrapped it around both our shafts. “Depends on my mood.”
“Same here,” he said with a deep moan as my thumb smeared precum across the skin. “What do you like, darling? Want me to take care of you?”
“Sometimes… but, mmm, sometimes I just want to get lost in someone. Just enjoy each other. I-I’m not always the best at being told what to do.”
He chuckled, the sound melting into a groan as I stroked us, my fist creating a tight, slick tunnel for us to fuck. The friction was perfect and watching Matty’s face made everything a thousand times hotter. He was so open with his pleasure—mouth open, eyes fluttering closed, one hand reaching out to grip my thigh as the other wrapped itself around my fist, helping me to jerk the two of us off. He swore as he pushed his hips up, thrusting his cock further into my hand.
I gasped, my hips jolting. It was so fucking good, the perfect combination of heat and friction, but it was Matty’s desire that sent me over the edge. If there was one thing that always got me off, it was being adored.
“’M close,” I said, trying not to take my eyes off him as I chased my release.
“Fucking cover me in it,” Matty said. “Bet you look so beautiful when you come.”
He groaned as I worked us faster, the slapping sound of skin on skin echoing in my ears and mixing with our moans in a way I wished I could record and listen to on repeat. I’d get off to it every day.
His cock pulsed, another burst of precum spurting across my fingers and adding more delicious slickness. I was so close…
I gasped as my orgasm rolled through me, bringing with it wave after wave of decadent pleasure. Cum shot over my fist, dripping onto his stomach and pooling at the base of his cock. Matty groaned, his hand working mine and squeezing my fingersaround him. It was verging on too much but I didn’t want to stop, not until he’d come too.
“Gonna come,” Matty said, spitting the words out from between gritted teeth. I moaned and nodded, unable to find a way to tell him how much I wanted it. Matty groaned out my name as his cock throbbed in my fingers, his cum mixing with mine as it spilled across our skin.
My gaze was fixed on his face as I tried to memorise the way his orgasm wrote itself into his expression. The way his partially open mouth curled in the corner, the flare of his nostrils, and the satiated hunger in his eyes. But I wondered if he’d be contented for long.
I didn’t think I would be.
Now I’d had a taste, I knew I’d want more.
It was like when I opened a punnet of fresh strawberries—it was impossible to only have one. Especially not when the rest of them were just there, waiting.
I leant down and kissed him, revelling in the taste of his satisfaction.
There was no way I was going to listen to my worries now. Temptation had won, and it was too delicious to ignore.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Harper
