“Perfect. I’ll tell you once I’m here.”
There was a pause. “I can’t fuckin’ wait to hold you, Iz.”
His words chased away the flicker of guilt she felt, sneaking around behind her brother. After all, it was his stupid, archaic, and eternally patriarchal rule that had them hiding from him. “I can’t wait for you to hold me either.”
It took another eight minutes for Matt to call her and let her know he’d gone up to his room to wait for her. She’d travelled light, a small overnight bag with a couple changes of clothes. The band were playing two nights in Liverpool, Stryker’s hometown, before moving on to Manchester. And Iz planned to see both gigs and travel home with them on the bus.
She carried her tote and bag up to room 943 and knocked on the door.
When Matt opened it, shirtless, joggers sitting so deliciously low on his hips she knew he wasn’t wearing underwear, he didn’t even bother to greet her. He simply cupped her face and kissed her like he needed her to stay alive, and her body lit up like a firework in response. She dropped her bags as Matt tried to kick the door shut. Her coat dropped to the floor.
“I missed you,” Matt groaned in between kisses and thrusts of his tongue. His hands were everywhere, it was impossible to keep up. Gripping her hip, cupping her breast so firmly her core clenched in response as she let out a gasp.
“Sorry, did I hurt you?” he asked.
“No. The opposite. Keep going. Please.”
Matt grinned. “My pleasure. I want you naked, and then I’m going to take my fill of you.”
Izabel pulled her black blouse over her head revealing new underwear she’d bought specially for him. “You said black lace, right?”
Matt stepped back to look at her, his gazed focused on her breasts, his own chest revealing he was breathing hard. “Fuck me, Iz. Your tits look delicious.”
Izabel bit her lower lip at the hunger in his eyes.
“Lose everything except the underwear.”
She followed his instructions as Matt pulled out the elastic of his joggers a little. The head of his thick erection was visible. “I had thoughts of how I was going to seduce you, Matt. But they’ve gone straight out of the window. I just need you in me.”
“Thank fuck,” Matt growled and dived on her, pushing her onto the bed with a whoosh. “Every night I’ve jerked off in some hotel bed to thoughts of you and me together. The way you feel beneath me, on top of me. The way you ride me. And now I get to fuck you.”
Ruthlessly, he tugged the cup of her bra out of the way and sucked her nipple into his mouth. It stung, a good pain she felt right between her legs. “Ah,” she cried out, threading her fingers into his hair, tugging it hard.
“Yeah, sweetheart. Pull it.”
She did as he asked, and his mouth popped off her nipple. He repeated the action with her other breast, only this time, he slid his fingers down her stomach to her clit.
“Have I ever told you I love how wet you get for me?”
Izabel wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth onto hers.
It was wet, messy, their teeth banged into one another. His hands slipped into her underwear, his finger seeking her centre. On a gasp, she opened her legs wider to let him in.
Unable to grasp how she was only seconds away from coming all over his hands, she grabbed his wrist.
“No,” he said, shaking his hand free from her grip. “Let me finish you. Let me watch you get off, because once I get in you, I’m not going to be able to wait for you.”
He slid his hand back between her legs, kissing her as he thrust into her, until she was a mass of sensation.
“Give it to me, Iz.”
“Matt,” she cried out on a gasp, letting go and coming around him.
“Jesus Christ, you’re fucking beautiful,” he growled against her ear.
He reached for one of the condoms she hadn’t noticed were on the bed and pushed his joggers low enough to pull it on. “Flip for me, sweetheart,” he said, tugging her toward the end of the bed as she did as he asked. Her legs dangled off the edge. Matt ran his hand along her spine, over her arse.
“Can’t believe I get to do this,” he muttered sweetly as he slid into her.