Page 61 of Taming You

He drops his head to my shoulder and groans.

I reach between us and run a finger over his shorts-clad cock, and his hips jerk. “You might want to go take care of your problem.”

He pushes up until he’s hovering over me again, raising a brow. “Did you really just tell me to go jerk off?”

I nod. “Yup, because I’m not helping.” I lean up and kiss him before sliding out from under him and heading towards the kitchen, stopping just before I leave his room and look over my shoulder. “Just make sure it’s my name you say when you finish.”

I prep the coffee pot and turn it on before grabbing eggs out of the fridge and getting to work on making some breakfast. As I’m taking the eggs off the stove, I hear Matt call my name, and the grin that splits across my face is so wide my cheeks hurt.

When Matt emerges from his room, he’s got a shit-eating grin on his face and he cages me against the counter.

“How was it?” I ask.

He reaches up and runs his thumb over my bottom lip. “Not as good as it would have been if it was your pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock, or if I got to see just how wet you were for me.”

His lips find my neck, and I lean to the side, granting him more access as I squeeze my thighs again.

“Just know all your teasing is going to make it all the more sweeter when I actually get to fuck you and watch you come undone as you call my name over and over. And you best beware that when I finally get to have you, it won’t be a one-time thing. And when I’m done with you, I’ll have you begging for more, and I may just tease you the same way, making you wait until you can have more.”

I swallow and pull my shoulders back. “Oh, Matthew, once you get a taste, you won’t be holding out on me.”

He grips my jaw and looks me in the eye. His gaze is molten. “Is that a threat?”

I go up on my tiptoes and whisper over his lips, “A promise.”

His lips meet mine in a bruising kiss, and I kiss him back just as fervently. His hands find my ass, and he lifts me onto the counter. I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him in closer. I run my hands over his naked chest, enjoying the way he reacts to my touch.

His lips leave mine and nip at my jaw. “Fuck, you’re going to make me need a cold shower.”

“Good,” I murmur.

His thumb finds my bare skin under the hem of his T-shirt I’m wearing, and I reach between us, grabbing the hem. I pull it over my head and drop it on the floor beside him. “We’re not having sex, but I need your lips on me.”

“Fuck.” He groans before his lips find the tops of my breasts as he lathers them with kisses.

“Matt.”

He doesn’t stop. His hands join in his efforts, cupping my breasts and rolling my nipples through the lace of my bra.

“Yes,” I moan.

“You’re a fucking gorgeous sight,” he says.

I roll my hips and grind against him, and he rolls his into me. The moan that leaves me is absolutely feral. It only seems to spur him on as he does it again, but now his mouth has found my nipple through my bra and his tongue is flicking it and his teeth are pulling at it gently. His right hand continues to roll my other nipple, and my hand comes to his hair.

“Yes, Matt. Yes.”

He grins against me as he pushes his erection into my centre, somehow finding the spot that aches for him the most. When I grip his arm and my nails dig in, it’s like he takes that as his signal to not be gentle with me. He bites my nipple, and I fall back on the counter, panting. He grips my hips and pulls me further to the edge of the counter. His hand finds my hair as he pulls me up against him and kisses me. He kisses me as though he’s trying to consume me, and fuck if I don’t let him. I’m wrung so tight that I hand him complete control.

“Matt,” I pant. “I want to come.”

He pulls back and grins. “Do you think you deserve to come?”

I need to come so badly that I’m not putting up with bullshit right now. My chest is still heaving as I say, “You can either help me, or you can stand there and watch as I get myself off.” My hand snakes down my stomach and between my legs, but he grips my wrist stopping my movements.

“Don’t you even think about it. I got you here, I’ll be the one to make you come,” he grits.

“Then make me come.”

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