My mind starts spiraling. He’s just my type, but I’m definitely not his. All the guys that I have seen go into his apartment have been big, strong, tall, muscled, just like him. Oh god, am I forcing myself on him? I almost want to laugh at the idea of me forcing this tank of a man to do anything.
Then I’m angry at myself for making sexual harassment about physical power. Oh my god, am I sexually harassing him?
And why am Istillkissing him?
I immediately back off, my eyes wide, breath heavy. When our eyes meet, his are narrowed in on my mouth. His hands are still clutching the couch for dear life.
“Fuck…I—”
His mouth descends on me with force, and I’m no longer in control of what's happening. He kisses me like he’s starving, like he can swallow me whole.
I sacrifice myself by opening my mouth.
His tongue immediately slips in, exploring my mouth with all the passion that was missing just seconds ago. When our tongues collide, I groan. His arm wraps around my waist, pulling me into him.
I clutch his T-shirt, then move my hands over the hard muscles of his chest.
His other hand moves up my neck, combing my hair. He adjusts my face, tilting it so he has better access, and continues the exploration with his tongue.
When he takes my lower lip into his mouth and bites lightly, I let out an embarrassing whimper.
He growls and pulls me closer. He groans in satisfaction when my hard dick rubs against him. I lose all control and start grinding against his thigh. His hand moves down to my ass. Hegrabs it and pulls me impossibly closer, encouraging me.
A loud ring from someone’s phone stops my movements. Matt doesn't pay it any mind and continues his slow inspection of my mouth, swallowing my confusion. The ringing grows louder before it stops.
My hips start moving again, but then the noise returns.
I pull back. “It's your phone,” I murmur.
“I don't care.”
He moves to kiss me again. I back off further. His eyes are trained on my lips, predatory, dark, and excited by the challenge.
“It might be important.”
“Still don't care,” he growls and takes my mouth again, his tongue moving on my lips.
When the phone starts back up for the third time, he groans against my mouth.
He pulls out his phone from his pocket, cursing under his breath. I only make out “fucking dead” before he’s answering the call.
All the while, I stare at him dazed, his hand keeping me firmly flush against him.
I hear a woman’s frenzied voice on the other side, but I can’t tell what she’s saying.
Matt’s hand loses its grip on me, so I take a long step back. The moment is officially over.
“Yeah, I’m leaving right now,” he says into the phone, his eyes on the ground.
I swallow, my lips stinging from the onslaught, my dick fully hard. Suddenly, I feel embarrassed about jumping him, although he was clearly into it.
I look down to check my hypothesis. Satisfied with theoutline of his hard and intimidating cock, I decide to make myself scarce before he throws me out like one of his one-night stands.
Matt disconnects the call and looks at me, disappointment pooling in his eyes. Because we had to stop or because we started at all?
I’m waving him off before he tells me he has to leave.
“I'll see you later then,” I throw over my shoulder and walk out without waiting for his reply.
