Page 62 of Taming You

His mouth latches onto my nipple again, and he pinches the other as he rolls his hips into me. My eyes are trying to roll into the back of head, because holy hell, I feel Matt everywhere.

He removes his mouth from my nipple and looks at me. “Can you be a good girl and come like this?”

I bite my lip and nod. He leans forward, his teeth grabbing my nipple as he holds eye contact with me, and pulls. I’m sent over the edge, my arms that were holding me up nearly giving out. I call out his name as my orgasm tears through me.

Oh my God. I don’t think I’ve ever come while still fully clothed on my lower half.

When I’ve finally collected myself and can sit up on my own, Matt’s looking at me with a devilish grin. I just gave him a ton of control and power, but I’m not letting him keep all of it. With a matching grin, I reach between us and grip him through his shorts, giving him a long stroke. His grin falls away as he leans forward, bracing himself against the counter on each side of me.

I lean in until my lips are by his ear and whisper, “Are you going to be a good boy and come for me?”

He drops his head to my shoulder, and I tighten my grip. “Whatever you want, Zoey.”

I grin at the feeling of power and control I have right now. Matt bucks into my hand, bringing himself closer to the edge as he moans into my shoulder.

“Come for me, Matt. Come in your shorts like a good boy.”

Two more strokes, and he’s groaning, “Fuck,” nice and loud into my shoulder as his knees try to give out, sending me over the moon with pleasure. I just brought Matthew Carter to his fucking knees.

When he finally catches his breath, he takes me by surprise and kisses me like I’m the air he needs to survive. I take from him as much as I give. The kiss eventually goes from hungry to more intimate, and my skin feels like tiny little needles are under it as it heats. Matt strokes my jaw with his thumb as he places soft little pecks on my lips.

When he pulls back, he stares into my eyes, his expression soft, but there’s something else I can’t pinpoint. I lean my face into his hand as he continues to stroke my cheek.

He clears his throat and says, “I, uh, I should go shower and change.”

I nod. “Breakfast is done when you get back.”

He nods, and I watch his back as he makes his way into the bedroom. My heart is racing as I duck my head. What the hell just happened? I never planned for this. A heavy make out session, maybe. Letting Matt make me come and making him come, no. No matter how much I think about it, I can’t find any part of me that regrets it, though. He respected my boundary of not taking it any further, and that only goes to make me feel safer with him.

I shuffle off the counter and grab the food and take it to the dining table. When Matt joins me again, as soon as he sits down, he pulls my chair closer same as he did yesterday and runs his thumb over my knee. The little touches from Matt have butterflies filling my stomach in a way I’ve never experienced. I’ve been in relationships before, but never had I felt this way especially so early in a relationship. I don’t even know what Matt and I are, but I do know I want to explore it. I want to see what this could grow into. I also know I need to be clear with Matt about what I’m looking for.

When I finish my food, I push my plate forward and turn to face him, adjusting myself so I’m sitting with legs crossed under me. Matt places his fork on his plate and gives me his full attention.

“What’s up?” he asks, and I raise a brow. He gestures at me. “I can tell you want to talk about something, so what’s up?”

“I know I probably should have said something before we”—I look to the kitchen, feeling my cheeks heat, and then back at him—“did what we did, but I need to be clear with you.”

“We’re exclusive,” he says, and my jaw drops before I quickly recover, closing my mouth and giving my head a shake. “Zo, I know you’re not one for a fling, and that’s not what I want with you. I wouldn’t have asked you out if I wasn’t serious about giving this a shot. About seeing what we can be. So, yes, you and I are exclusive. Is that all you wanted to talk about?”

He picks up his fork and takes another bite of eggs while I continue to stare at him, not sure how he was able to read my mind like that, but also noticing how the butterflies grow because he was able to do that so easily.

“Ummm, yeah.”

“Good.” He grabs both of our plates and pushes up from his chair, placing a chaste kiss on my lips. “Thanks for breakfast,” he says before he makes his way into the kitchen.

“I should change and head out, you’ve got to leave soon to grab Jayden.”

“I’ll give you ride home.”

“I’m not going home.”

He turns and raises a brow.

“I’m heading to Liv’s.”

“Okay, I can still drop you off on my way to my parents. If you need a ride after, just let me know and I’ll pick you up.”

I shake my head, even though the corner of my lips turns up. “I can get myself home.”

---