He lets out a startled laugh and says, “Anderson,” before claiming my mouth again and beginning a slow thrust in and out.
I could do this with Matt Anderson all day. All. Freaking. Day.
I flex my inner muscles again and get a jolt of pleasure. Matt grunts into my mouth and picks up his pace, my back being pushed roughly into the wall with each thrust. I feel pleasure coiling tighter and tighter, like I’m on the brink of shattering.
Matt draws away from my mouth and presses his teeth into the spot where my neck curves into my shoulder.
“Oh, fuck,” I let out.
The unexpected bite sends me over the edge, my vision blacking out as I drop my head roughly against the wall. Waves of pleasure roll through me as my surroundings fade away. All I feel are Matt’s teeth and the ongoing ripples of ecstasy flowing through my body.
As the waves slow, I feel Matt thrust twice more before stilling and groaning into my neck where his teeth are still indenting my skin. A few moments later he releases me from his bite and rests his head on my shoulder. We breathe heavily in sync for a couple minutes while we both come down from the high.
Matt eases himself out and sets my feet on the floor as I realize for the first time that the water isn’t hot anymore. Matt seems to realize at the same time and disposes of the condom, tying it off and setting it in the small trash can right outside theshower curtain. He pauses there for a moment, staring at the spot where he dropped it. He finally turns back and looks around the shower. Grabbing my body wash from the ledge, he puts some in his hand and looks at me. “I’ll be fast.”
He quickly yet methodically washes my body, moving down on his knees to get my legs and in between them. When he reaches my upper legs, he pauses, taking note of the slight quivering of my muscles.
He presses a quick kiss to my inner thigh before finishing his task.
“Maybe a less vertical position next time,” I tell him.
Matt pauses and looks up at me from his kneeling position, a wicked grin on that handsome face. “Next time?”
My cheeks burn and I grab the body wash from where he left it in the corner. “Stand up so I can return the favor and not freeze to death,” I quip, ignoring the massive smile on his face and squirting some soap onto my hands.
“Yes, ma’am,” Matt says mock-seriously as he stands up.
I wash him with the efficiency of a girl who does not want to take a cold shower, only getting distracted by his semihard cock once or twice. Maybe thrice. Wow. That is a nice dick. I didn’t really get a good look before, but now I can’t help but stare. Remembering the stretched sensation from before is giving me flutters low in my belly. I want to experience that again. As soon as possible.
Fudge, this water is getting cold.Maybe the universe is telling me to calm down. Fair enough.
I turn the shower off and reach outside the curtain to grab two towels from the rack. I pass one to Matt and wrap the other around myself. As I step out of the shower in my towel I panic when I realize I don’t know what happens next. Will he just want to get dressed and leave? What’s the etiquette here?
This went about a million times better than I ever could have imagined and now I’m finding I’m not sure if I want this to be a one-time thing. Do I offer to watch a movie? He might have work tomorrow though and it’s already pretty late…
I don’t even realize I’m biting my lip and staring at his clothes on the floor until Matt tugs my lip free with his thumb and finger.
“What’s wrong?” Matt has the towel wrapped low around his waist.
I force my eyes away from his happy trail up to his face.Be brave. “Do you want to watch a movie? I have…” I cringe. “No food in the fridge, actually, but we could order something to eat while we watch? What time is it? Maybe it’s too late?—”
Matt kisses me twice, quickly, before straightening and giving me that smile I now have memorized.
“I’d love to watch a movie. It’s probably about eleven thirty so I would guess most places are closed, but I’ll be okay because I just ate.” He gives me a wink and hastily rubs his towel over his body before setting it on the counter.
Did he just…?
He bends to pick up his pants from the floor and pulls them on without his briefs. After shaking out his shirt and sliding it over his head, he grabs the towel and rubs it over his hair. He drops another kiss on my mouth. “Did you have something in mind you wanted to watch?”
I shake my head dumbly, still clinging to my towel and overthinking next steps.
“You can pick,” I mumble absentmindedly.Couch or bed, couch or bed, couch or bed.Surely it doesn’t matter, but I can’t seem to make a decision for my life right now.
Matt smiles indulgently at me. “Okay. I’ll go look for something on the TV while you get changed?”
I sigh in relief and nod, then head to my room to grab some sweats. “Make yourself at home,” I call over my shoulder before I shut my door. I try to quiet the nerves, but the thought of spending more time with Matt sends excited butterflies to my stomach.
Kind, patient, so freakinghot.This is the definition of getting lucky.
