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Matt kisses me like he wants to eat me alive. Thunder crashes outside the windows as he drags me into his lap, sucking, nipping, biting. I can barely keep up, my heart hammering in my chest as he sucks on my tongue.
“I kissed Kenta like,” I tip my head back as he presses his mouth to my throat, “literally ten minutes ago.”
“Lucky bastard,” he mutters, licking a line down the side of my neck. “Don’t worry; he’s used to sharing.”
“I’m quite partial to it, too.”
“Not tonight, you aren’t.” He slips a hand under the waistband of my joggers, and I shiver in anticipation as his rough fingertips trace over my abdomen. “Take these off.”
I do, shucking off the grey material, revealing my pink lace underwear. He smooths his hands down my thighs, following the curves all the way to my calves. “You’re sosoft,” he says, his voice grating. “How are you thissoft?”
“You want my skincare routine?”
He drops to his knees and trails his nose up the inside of my thigh. I fight the urge to clamp my legs shut as he buries his face into my damp lace panties, inhaling deeply. His low groan vibrates right through my core.
“Are you sure we shouldn’t call the others?” I tease, forcing myself to keep my breathing even. “I’m sure Kenta wouldloveto join us, right now—”
His eyes flash. “No. Tonight, you’re mine.”
“Yours?”
He stares at me for a moment, jaw working as he runs his eyes over my face. Then he grabs me by the hips and lifts me off the bed, spinning me up against the wall. I gasp as his hot body brackets mine, a wall of muscle pressing me in place as he rubs his thumb down the seam of my underwear.
“By the time I’m done with you,” he whispers in my ear, watching me squirm as I try to get some friction from the lace, “You’re going towishyou were.”
I open my mouth, but before I can say anything, he hooks an arm under each thigh and lifts me right off the soft carpet, pinning me to the wall with his hips. I choke, automatically winding my legs around his waist as he thrusts forward, grinding me up against the pretty gold wallpaper. My mouth falls open. I don’t think I’ve been dry-humped since I was a teenager. I don’t remember it feeling this good. My shoulders twitch and my toes curl as tingles prick through me.
“Kiss me,” I demand. He does, in time with his steady rolling thrusts, and I moan, wrapping my fingers in his hair, pulling his face hard into mine. His mouth feels perfect. I could kiss him until I ran out of air completely. I would die happy in his arms.
Eventually, he pulls away panting, freeing one of his arms and sliding his hand back up between my thighs. He starts to play with the little bow on the front of my pants. I shudder as blood thunders between my legs.
“So soft,” he says again, his voice low.
“Glad you like them. I’ll tweet the company your review. Now take themoff,” I order.
“Take what off?” He rolls his hips again, and I moan as the bulge in his pants rubs right between my legs.
I could scream. “Are you thick? Don’t they have IQ tests for the army?”
“I got 145,” he informs me. “I could join a high IQ society. If I was a twat.”
“Take off myunderwear, idiot.” I shunt my hips against his, trying to wriggle out of them myself.
“What, these?” He ghosts his fingers over my pants. I jerk my hips, but I can’t get enough friction. “I don’t think so.”
“Why not?”
“They’re pretty.” He slicks his fingers over the sodden fabric, making me squirm.
I snort, shivering all over. “You can have them.”
“Well, in that case, princess—” He hooks his finger under the panties and tugsthem right off me, bundling them in his palm and rubbing his thumb into the creamy wetness soaking the lace. “I’ll treasure them forever,” he says drily, tossing them onto his nightstand. I start to complain, but he reaches up and finally runs his fingers between my slick folds.
I arch, my vision going black. “Matt,”I choke, heaving for air.
I can feel him getting breathless, too. “Christ,” he mutters. “You’ve been driving me mad.”
