The pizza came, and we ate it in front of the TV with the lights on low.
I was having such a great day that I didn’t want it to end, even when I started nodding off.
I didn't mean to fall asleep, but one minute I was cringing at a gory scene on the TV and the next, I was out. I didn’t wake up until the music came on with the credits, and I realized my head was on Matthew's shoulder.
At first, I sat very still and pretended to still be asleep. But then I knew he was smarter than that, so I fully opened my eyes. “Sorry about that.”
I was at an awkward angle, so I pressed my palm to his chest to push off it and noticed that his shirt was damp. For a second,I was afraid I’d drooled on him, but then I remembered. And with that memory, all the blood in my body rushed to my dick because I knew his shirt was wet with milk.
Without really deciding to do it, I curled my fingers into the fabric and looked into his eyes.
Matthew went very still, like he was afraid to move at all. He looked down at me with a hint of fear in his eyes.
“You’re wet.”
"I'm sorry." His voice was low as he tried to put some distance between us. "I was gonna move, but I didn’t want to disturb you."
"It's okay." I held his gaze and forced an awkward smile. Not awkward because it wasn’t genuine but awkward because I was so damn horny, I just wanted to climb up onto him. "I think it's...cool."
He was still guarded and maybe not sure I knew what was actually happening. “Cool?”
"Yeah." I didn't let go of his shirt as I leaned a few inches closer. "It’s actually kinda…hot."
Matthew’s shell-shocked expression was too hard to resist, so I did the last thing in the world that I should have done and kissed him.
It was just my mouth against his for a long moment. He went completely motionless for a beat before he moved his lips gently against mine.
And then he pulled back. Just far enough to break the contact.
“Sorry.” Heat rushed to my face, and I was mortified for doing something so inappropriate.
“Don’t be.” His hand came up to the side of my face, and he held me there. "I want that too, but it's too soon." His voice came out a little rough, like I was affecting him as much as he affected me. "You need more time." His thumb moved along my jaw, and I mewled at the touch. "I don't wanna take advantage of you, baby."
That word moved through me like something physical was melting me into a puddle at his feet.
Before I could register it, a foreign wave of emotion filled me and my eyes stung with tears. “You want to too?”
Matthew made a quiet sound and pulled me onto his lap. I tucked my face against his neck and quietly sobbed. Having someone hold me felt so damn good. I held him tightly, squeezing him as if I could mold my body against his. I definitely tried.
"I'm sorry about the shirt." He spoke into my hair and then ran his fingers through it. "I should've moved earlier."
I shook my head against his warm skin and pressed my palm flat over his chest. I could feel the warmth through the damp fabric, and my arousal broke through my emotion. "I know about the milk."
His whole body stilled again.
"Dr. Arthur didn't tell me anything." I quickly pulled back so I could make eye contact. "I saw you pumping and wasn’t quite sure what you were doing, so I asked him about the milk part, but I didn’t say it was you." I pressed my forehead to hisshoulder and whispered, "I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it."
Matthew threw his head back and sighed.
"I think it’s hot." I kept my face down but massaged his pec with my hand.
I could feel what was happening under my left thigh where I was half-sitting on his lap. He knew I could feel it, but he didn't try to move me or pretend his hard erection wasn't pressed against me. He just held his jaw tight like he was in the middle of a big decision.
Poor guy was still trying to be a gentleman.Dammit.
It was super annoying, even though it was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for me.
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