“Soooo goooood,” moans Megan, sounding positively pornographic.
Abby and I exchange a glance and a smile at her antics.
“Too bad Chris is missing out on that little performance,” Matt grumbles.
Lance quirks his eyebrows. “You don’t think he hears that on the regular?”
Matt chokes on his food and covers his mouth with his napkin, his eyes closed as his shoulders shake with laughter. “I know he does,” he wheezes. “Because I used to hear it on the regular too. Man, the walls in that house are thiiiin. I always had to go to bed when they did unless I wanted an audio show.”
I bite my cheek, trying to stifle my giggles.
“Mmmhmm,” Megan says, all attitude. “And you and Hannah were soooo quiet and discreet.”
My cheeks blaze, but I just meet Matt’s eyes, which are liquid with lust.
“I see everyone’s relationships are still going strong,” Megan says primly, breaking the spell of the moment.
Lance laughs. “Quite.” He sips his beer, his eyes still on Megan. “How’s Chris’s shoulder?”
I’m not sure if he was trying to bring down the mood with that question, but it certainly has that effect. Megan shrugs. “Oh, you know. It’s getting there. He’s working with his PT pretty much every day. He’s worried about taking too much time off coming here, but he also really wants to come, so …”
“Makes sense,” Lance murmurs, and Matt nods.
Matt meets my eyes again, that same look of liquid heat in his eyes. And suddenly, despite how much I was looking forward to getting out of the house and seeing my friends, I can’t wait to get home again and explore all the devious imaginings inspiring Matt’s expression. I give him a slow smile that he returns.
Oh, yes. Tonight is shaping up to be the best night I’ve had in a while.
Matt opens the door to our house, the same house he’s been living in since before we met, and holds it for me, smacking my ass with a resounding slap as I walk past him. Stripping off my coat, I sashay my hips as I walk into the living room, casting a glance over my shoulder to catch the hungry look on Matt’s face before he closes the door and turns the deadbolt.
A shiver of anticipation races down my spine.
Hanging with our friends is always fun, and having Megan back in the mix makes for lively conversation as everyone trades good-natured digs. But Matt’s been flirting with me all night, teasing me by grazing his hand over my ass when no one was looking or sliding his hand between my thighs when I sat in his lap. Sure, it started off innocent enough, with his hand gripping my leg just above my knee. But he moved higher and higher while we all talked and laughed until he was indecently close to my crotch right there in front of everyone, which had the perverse effect of making me even more wet.
Of course I’d given it right back to him, grinding on his dick as much as possible while I sat in his lap, rubbing up against him when we went to the kitchen for seconds and the Scotch oat bars I made for dessert. Oats and butter and brown sugar and chocolate makes for a treat no one can resist, and the pan was empty by the time we left.
Now it’s time to follow through on all that teasing.
Matt crosses the living room in three large steps, dropping his jacket on the couch and wrapping his arms around me as he takes my mouth in a kiss. One hand grips and kneads my ass. “Part of me wants to bend you over and turn your ass bright red, but the rest of me just wants to fuck you hard and fast right fucking now.”
I let out a low, sexy chuckle. “What’s the rush?”
He grinds his dick against my belly. “I’ve been aching to be inside you for what feels like years.”
Poking out my lower lip in an exaggerated pout, I reach between us and rub him through his jeans. “Awww, poor baby. Did all your teasing backfire?”
Another growl sounds in his chest, vibrating against mine as he pulls me even closer, my hand now pinned on his dick by the press of our bodies. “I don’t think so.” Then he kisses me again, his tongue sliding into my mouth as his hips move, rubbing himself against my hand.
I end the kiss this time, sliding down to my knees without letting go of him. Leaning forward, I kiss his dick where it strains against the fabric, and he shivers at the contact. “Hannah,” he says, his voice gravel, my name somewhere between a benediction and a curse.
His supple leather belt pulls smoothly out of the buckle, and I briefly consider asking him to use it on me tonight. But that might have to wait until later. Because I’m worked up enough that I don’t want to drag this out for too long either. Not right now, anyway.
The button slides easily through its hole and then I’m dragging his zipper down as slowly as I can, each click of the teeth an agonizing tick ratcheting up the anticipation for what comes next.
Matt curses as I spread the denim open then reach for the waistband of his boxer briefs, pulling out and down till his cock springs free, right in front of my mouth.
Now I waste no time, licking up and down the shaft before sucking the head into my mouth and circling it with my tongue.
Matt’s hand finds its way into my hair, and I love doing this for him. The connection. The joy of giving him pleasure. How grateful he is for it, and how he shows his gratitude afterward.
I just love him.
He starts
