Page 9 of Dying to Meet You

Once Matt is back from the trial, we can deal with this. It’s not like there aren’t more pressing issues. My attempt at talking with Zinnea was a failure. She gave me lectures about the fires of Hell while pacing around her room. I wanted to burst into tears. Zeb started crying in the room next door causing her to race in. With her holding him tightly against her, I couldn’t remove him. She was like a caged animal, making me deeply concerned over whether he’d be hurt. Gingerly, I placed my bent pinky finger in his mouth. He latched on, and the bleat of his cry tapered off. Finally, it convinced her I needed to feed him.

Calling Dr. Almari to schedule an appointment was easier, knowing reasoning with Zin is getting more difficult.

The house is hushed. Without the kids or most of the guys here, the absence of bustle becomes loud. I knock lightly on Matt’s bedroom door. He came home late last night. I talked myself out of bothering him in the middle of the night, but he leaves next week. He’s been working long hours, traveling between two offices to get ready for the trial. When we’ve crossed paths, he looks depleted. “Babe?” I rest my forehead on his door while knocking again. “Matt?”

He’s yawning when the door opens, one eye squeezed shut. “This is the only acceptable way to be woken up.” His arms wrap around me, a hand holding my head to his chest. I take a deep breath in, taking in his scent and grounding myself in his presence.

Sturdy. His discipline, grip on reality, and his intuitive nature. Just knowing he’s here gives me a break from the maddening thoughts I’ve been obsessing over. “Can I lay with you? Just for a few minutes before I need to get ready for work.” I want to climb into bed with him, snug in his strong arms while shutting out the world.

He’s painfully handsome. From the first moment I spotted him, I was attracted fiercely. Tall, dark hair, penetrating blue eyes. His smile makes my heart flutter. Not exactly the tattooed bad boy he portrayed himself to be, he’s the most responsible adult I’ve ever known.

“You never need to ask, love.” His lips find mine with a tender kiss. He nuzzles his nose into my cheek saying, “I’ve missed the hell out of you.”

Same. He’s my pillar of strength.

Wearing only a pair of worn black sweatpants, his warm bare chest draws my hands, smoothing their way without much thought down his happy trail. He chuckles lightly. “Is this actually a booty call?”

I hadn’t intended that, but…

“Ugh, I can’t help myself around you. You know that.” Regardless of the lovemaking with Blaine last night, involving countless rounds of entertaining positions and experimenting with toys, being close to Matt draws that craving out of me.

Taking his time, he pulls an old T-shirt of Blaine’s off that I’d slept in that says “Pavlov? Yes, the name rings a bell”.Fitting since I’ve managed to condition myself to want their bodies whenever I’m close enough to touch them. His mouth grazes my neck before he moves to my right breast, teasing my nipple with a combination of licking and scraping his teeth over it making my back arch. His hands busy themselves helping me slide out of my no-nonsense cotton underwear. I’m kicking myself for not changing into something more enticing, but I know he couldn’t care less about what’s covering me.

It’s a fruitless mission, trying to get his sweatpants down, since he has my eyes rolling back in my head before he’s even made his way below my waist.

“How do you want me?” he purrs seductively into my ear.

Uh, you name it. Missionary, doggy, legs in the air, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, lotus, standing… I can handle anything…anything. “Ooohhh…oh, yeah, that’s the spot.”

He rears back, taking his pants off, revealing he’s commando underneath. His cock stands at the ready, his hand giving it a rough jerk before lowering himself over me. “Sweetheart?” He lays a hand next to my pussy, a thumb tapping at a lip. “You’re awfully red…”

More like rubbed raw. Blaine and I got carried away. When he left for work, he was walking with a wince. Call me warped, but I like the marks, the feeling of being well used…the aftereffects to remind me of the act itself. Periodically throughout the day I’ll smile to myself when I shift in my seat and feel the ache. The sting. Or I’ll look at myself in the mirror shifting my shirt aside to see a bite mark or bruise.

“Uh-huh.” I pull him closer to me. “It’s fine. Really.” On my knees now I focus on his lips, drawing my pointer finger and thumb together to squeeze his lower lip. “You asked me how I want you? Deep…I need …no I want you deep and slow.” I want to feel him pressed deep inside me, stretching and pushing until I can’t breathe.

We’re lying facing each other when he settles one of my legs over his waist, his cock dragging up my slit, letting our adjustment naturally rub at my clit. He looks me in the eye as I take his weighty length in my hand. Rubbing over his head the pre-cum spreads across my thumb.

When I put that thumb in my mouth to suck, he groans as his eyes flutter closed. With a shift, my other hand takes over the stroking, not stopping until I’ve run my fingertips over his taint, a finger pressing outside his hole. “Baby? If I don’t get inside you, we’re going to have a mess.”

Feeding his dick into me, I pull him close, crushing us together. Quick kisses, out of breath, Matt takes control of our tempo, but I tell him slower. Slower to feel each movement, each twitch.

Time stands still. It halts entirely as I keep my eyes fixed on his. The intimacy shakes something in me, and tears threaten to spill. He kisses one of my eyes when I break the spell cast by our sustained gaze by squeezing my eyes closed, wetting my cheeks.

“I love you, honey,” he whispers roughly. His hands ease down over my buttocks to rest underneath, adding more pressure on his deep thrusts.

Opening my eyes back up, he leans in again to work his mouth over mine. We breathe each other in, our tongues teasing each other as my body winds to the point of exquisite tension.

Release comes with force, my limbs shaking slightly as I let my head fall back. “M-Maatt…oh, I-I’m…”

“That’s right, beautiful. Just let go.” He kisses my jaw. Our pace slows further, and I feel him pulling back.

“No, no…” My hands frantically pull at his hips to pull him back in. “Don’t stop…don’t.”

But that hadn’t been his intention.

“Hold on,” he warns before pulling me on top of him, fucking me from underneath with wild abandon. His face flushes, jaw clenched. “You feel like a dream.” His rhythm flags when he remembers the evidence of my skin being irritated. “Fuck. Are you okay? Do you need me to slow back down?”

I am, but I suddenly want nothing more than to watch him blow. Nodding, I slide off him, my hands quickly taking hold of his length to bring him to orgasm. “Are you going to come? Hmm?”

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