My eyelids flutter, but I force them open.
“That’s my girl. I want to see those eyes when you come for me.”
My legs spread wider, fingers pressing against my clit as I rub in circular motions, each swipe sending a shockwave through me.
Close.
I’m so fucking close.
My fingers slide down again, and this time, I sink two of them inside me, wishing it was his cock.
I’m so wet, there’s barely any resistance as I fill my pussy, the palm of my hand pressing against my clit as I curl my fingers, finding the right spot.
“Fuck,” I pant, my breathing ragged, chest heaving. I lift my hips, pulling my fingers back and then sinking them inside me again and again as that familiar pressure builds.
Matthew stands behind the glass, his eyes glued to me, his fist moving in tandem with mine as I fuck myself.
“Matthew, I?—”
I rub against that spot harder as my orgasm slams into me. My hips arch, pussy pulsing around my fingers and sucking them deeper as I ride the wave of pleasure.
My gaze is hazy, ears buzzing, so I don’t realize Matthew has moved until he’s standing in front of me.
“Fucking hell, Trouble.”
His mouth finds mine, kissing me hard as his fingers grip my cheeks, his tongue swiping into my mouth.
His slick body nestles into mine, his icy skin making goosebumps rise over my heated flesh.
I slide my fingers from my aching center and wrap them around his length. He hisses at the touch, his forehead pressing against mine.
“I need to feel you,” I whisper.
My legs circle around his waist, pulling him closer to me, and I can see the muscle in his jaw twitch as he holds back.
“We shouldn’t.”
“Why not?”
He wants me. There is no denying that. His cock pulses in my hand as I slowly work the hard length.
“Because you went through a lot, and?—”
“And I want to feel alive,” I say, not letting him finish. I lift my hand, brushing away his wet strands. “You make me feel alive.”
“Trouble…” He closes his eyes, almost like he’s in pain. “I’m in so much fucking trouble.”
“Matthew?”
My voice is soft, tentative. I’m not even sure what I’m asking.
He blinks his eyes open; the look in them makes me breathless. The mix of pain, raw need, and something else, something I can’t quite pinpoint, rocking me to my very core, and yet I can’t look away.
“From the very first day I saw you, I knew you’d be my undoing. My Trouble. And yet, I’d gladly take any repercussions if it meant being with you.”
Trouble.
Not because he wanted me to be a bad girl, but because I was his undoing.
