“You’re in the spotlight, Babe.Everyone in the place is starin’ at you.Includin’ every member of the club.They wanna know who you are and why you have my complete attention,” he states, leaning in closer than he needs to while staring me directly in the eyes.
I could get lost in Matt’s eyes.They’re a hazel color with a golden ring around the outside.I’ve always liked Matt’s eyes and it seems like that’s not about to change.
“They’re looking at you, Matt, not me.That’s something you’re more than used to because it’s been that way for as long as I can remember,” I retort, not wanting to look around to see what everyone’s looking at.
“Babe, all eyes are on you.You look fuckin’ sexy as hell.Never seen you lookin’ as good as you do now.Even with all the changes you’ve been through over the years.Really need to catch up when we’re not in a bar,” Matt says, leaning in and pressing his full lips against mine.
The last thing I was expecting was for him to kiss me.He’s never once given me any indication he wanted to kiss me.Yet, here he is in the middle of a damn bar kissing me as if his life depends on it.
I don’t push him away as he deepens the kiss and pulls my stool closer to his with his foot.We don’t break apart as Matt continues to kiss me, one of his hands gently around the front of my throat.God!It’s been so long since I’ve felt this way.Honestly, I don’t remember ever feeling the way I do right now with my husband.There’s an intense, burning desire flooding my body as I wrap my arms around Matt’s neck and try to move my body even closer to his.Fuck!I want him more than anything else right now.
“Need you, Peyton,” Matt growls when he finally breaks the kiss.
I have no clue how he can talk right now when I’m panting for air.
“For one night, you can have me,” I whisper, knowing if I don’t take this chance with him here and now I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.“No strings or anything else getting in the way.Then, you go back to your life and I’ll go back to mine.”
“We’ll see, Tutor,” Matt says, getting off his stool before lifting me in his arms and putting me over his shoulder.
He walks through the bar while I have a clear view of his ass and not much more.I don’t know where he’s taking me, but right now I don’t give a damn.All I can think about is the man carrying me somewhere and what he can do to help me get rid of this ache he created.The last thing I want to think about is how I’m betraying my husband’s memory or that I have kids at home.I’m also not allowing myself to think about how many times Matt’s done this over the years with various other women.I’m one of many and I know that.He’s no different than he was in school.
I hear a door open before watching Matt kick it closed behind us.The sounds from the bar dim to almost nothing as he slides me slowly down his body allowing me to feel every hard muscle until my feet are on the floor right in front of him.For a long time, we do nothing but stare at one another.I’m trying to guess why he’d ever want a woman like me.I’ve got curves, I’m not thin like all the girls he’s chosen in the past, and my body has changed from having children.There are stretch marks covering my body and a stomach I can’t seem to get rid of no matter what I do.
“So fuckin’ sexy, Peyton.Need you right now,” he says, stepping impossibly closer while lifting me in his arms and pressing me against the wall.
I’m wearing a dress tonight and I hope that means he won’t bother taking it off.He can just get rid of my panties and leave me completely dressed.That way he won’t have to see any part of my body.I’ve never been the thin girl but it’s worse now after having my children.Something I’ll never regret.My curves just don’t seem to go away and I’ve learned to live with them.At least until this very moment with Matt.
“Get outta your head, Peyton.Not bullshittin’ you when I say you’re sexy.You know I don’t lie and that isn’t somethin’ that’s changed since school.I’ve always been truthful with you,” he says, kissing me again and stopping all thoughts from playing on a loop in my mind about this being some kind of pity fuck for him.
Matt runs his hands down my body until he reaches the end of my dress.I feel him slowly slide it up my body while releasing me from the wall, his calloused hands rubbing against my skin adding to the sensations I’m already feeling.Keeping my eyes closed, I simply allow myself to feel what he’s doing to my body as Matt kisses my neck, lightly sucking every so often.Tipping my head to the side, I give him better access as my dress reaches above my panties and my first instinct is to cover myself.
“Don’t even think about it, Peyton.I’m gonna see every fuckin’ inch of your body and you’ll know exactly how sexy I think you are before we’re done here tonight,” Matt orders me, using one hand to lift my arms above my head against the wall.
My eyes open to find him staring down between us and looking at my body with a look I can’t decipher filling his eyes.Closing my eyes again, I go back to just feeling what he’s doing to me and trying not to think about what he’s seeing or thinking right now.Matt could have any woman he wants and that’s why it’s such a mystery to me about why I’m in this room with him when there’s a bar full of sexy women who would take my place in a second.
Matt lifts my dress over my head and I listen as the thin fabric falls to the floor somewhere.Still, I keep my eyes closed as he reaches behind me and unsnaps my bra before releasing my arms.Instead of letting me hold my bra in place, Matt slowly pulls the straps down my arms until it falls to the floor between us.Next come my panties.I can’t hold back any longer as I open my eyes and place my hands on Matt’s chest.Snapping his eyes up to look at me, Matt doesn’t stop removing my panties as I slide my hands under the edge of his vest and start to slide it from his shoulders.
“I got this, Peyton,” he suddenly says, removing the vest himself and reaching over to hang it on a hook I didn’t notice until now.
Matt leans back into me, placing my hands back on his body.He drags my hands down until I’m at the bottom of his tee-shirt.Taking a hint, I drag his shirt up his body, revealing every muscle and his tan skin.My mouth waters with the thought of finally having this man even if it’s for one night and nothing more.Matt has never really been known to keep a girl around for very long.I’m sure that hasn’t changed about him over the years.Especially when he’s even sexier now and has women constantly throwing themselves at him.
As I remove Matt’s shirt, he undoes his jeans, the end of his belt clanging in the silent room.Leaning forward, I press kisses against his hard chest, the skin smooth under my lips.He smells fucking amazing with whatever cologne he uses mixed with the scent of leather and oil.It’s a smell I’ve always associated with Matt because this is the same way he smelled in school.
“Not gonna be able to take this slow, Peyton.You good with that?”he asks me, lifting me in his arms once again as I wrap my legs around his hips.
The coldness of the wall at my back makes me arch my body into his, squishing my tits between the two of us.
“I’m good with it, Matt.Take me however you need to,” I tell him, leaning forward and pressing my lips against his neck as he slides his hand between our bodies to line his cock up with my waiting pussy.
Matt slowly slides inside me as I throw my head back.He’s bigger than Clark was and is stretching me in ways I’ve never felt before.A moan escapes me and I can’t stop it from happening as Matt growls out when he’s buried to the hilt.For a minute he doesn’t move an inch as I adjust to his size.
“Ready, Tutor?”he finally asks me, burying his face in my neck and gripping my ass hard enough to leave bruises of his fingerprints on my skin.
“I’m ready, Matt,” I tell him, my voice shaking as he starts to slide out.
Matt starts with a steady pace of sliding in and out of my pussy, his mouth kissing, licking, and sucking every inch of my skin he can reach.He steadily increases the pace and strength of his thrusts.I work hard to meet him move for move with the limited motion I have wrapped around his body.Matt wraps his lips around my nipple while releasing my ass with one hand and wrapping his hand loosely around my neck once again.His movements are now a punishing pace as my body hits the wall with every thrust of his hips.
“Fuck, Peyton.You feel fuckin’ amazin’,” Matt growls out after releasing my nipple, his voice sending a tremor through my body with how deep and graveled it is.
