Soon his hand tightens in my hair, and he pulls free of my lips. I sit back on my heels and look up at him. Bending, he cups my face and kisses me deeply. I’m lost in his kiss, my hands gripping his wrists as my only anchor.
He pulls me to my feet and lifts my top. I raise my arms so he can pull it off then reach behind me to undo my bra. His hands immediately go to my naked breasts, brushing the nipples with his thumbs, priming them for his mouth. He takes his time sucking on each one, raising it to a hard, shiny peak. When he’s done, he studies my nipples, letting out a soft grunt of satisfaction.
My pants and thong come off next and Matt bends me over the back of the couch and nudges my legs apart with his knee. His hand runs down my spine and over my ass, a gesture of affection that he follows up with a sharp slap to my right ass cheek.
I let out a soft cry of surprise, relishing the spreading heat after the initial sting that he rubs into my cheek. Then he slaps the other cheek, following it up the same way.
“God, I love having you like this,” he murmurs. “Bent over. Ready and waiting for whatever I want to do to you. It’s always been the best high.”
I wiggle my ass, tempting him to spank me some more. He obliges with two more quick slaps, and then the broad head of his crown nudges against my opening. We both groan as he slides inside me.
“Always so wet for me,” he says, his hands gripping my hips as he rocks into me slowly.
“Always,” I confirm.
“I love you so fucking much, Hannah.” His pace increases.
“I love you too, Matt.”
He bends forward, his chest against my back, his hands sliding up my rib cage to cup my breasts as he pounds into me hard and fast, just like he promised. I arch into his grip, angling my hips so that each stroke hits me the way I need.
“That’s right, Hannah. Let me feel you come on my cock,” he whispers in my ear. My whole body draws up tight at his words, and seconds later all that tension releases in an explosion of sparks dancing across my skin, my muscles convulsing around him.
He growls out his encouragement, his hips losing their rhythm as he rides me through my orgasm and into his own.
Once he’s spent himself inside me, he stays for a moment, turning my head so he can kiss me, slow and sweet, the perfect juxtaposition of Matt’s contrasting sides—rough and dirty sandwiched between moments of exquisite tenderness. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
CHAPTER FIVE
Layla
A zip of nerves sends my pulse racing as Evan parks in front of Daniel and Elena’s house, the warm amber glow of the porch light a welcoming beacon in the dark, drizzly evening. It’s after five, I have to pee, and I’m hungry. Daniel told Evan that they’d make dinner, so all we’ve had are random road trip snacks.
It’s been over three years since we’ve been back in Spokane, and even though Evan and Daniel still talk regularly, my friendship with Elena has been relegated to the surface-level social-media-only former acquaintances kind of relationship. We interact with each other’s photos and posts, but we don’t regularly chat. So staying at their house has me feeling wrong-footed, even though the invitation was enthusiastic from both of them, and I appreciate the cost savings of not needing to get a hotel.
Evan turns off the car and reaches in the backseat for our jackets. Once we struggle into them in the confines of the car, he leans over and gives me a kiss, his lips soft and reassuring. When he ends the kiss, he touches his forehead to mine. “They’re our friends, babe. They’re happy we’re here.”
I huff out a laugh. He knows me too well. “I know,” I tell both him and myself. “It’s just been a while.”
Another swift kiss. “It’ll be just like old times, I promise. Remember how we used to all hang out together? And I bet their living room here is bigger and has nicer furniture. One of the perks of at least one of them having a full-time job for more than a year.”
Daniel’s in his third year teaching math and coaching football at one of the local high schools, and Elena is in her last year of law school, while Evan started a PhD program this year. I graduated with my Master’s in Library Science last spring, but only managed to get a job at a library system in one of Seattle’s outlying suburbs a few months ago. The commute sucks, but I’m hoping that once Evan’s done with the bulk of his in-person class load, we can move closer. Of course once he finishes his PhD, he’ll be on the hunt for a job as a professor, and then we’ll have to deal with potentially moving and me looking for a job all over again, depending on if he gets an offer good enough to make moving worthwhile. Though with the current trends toward adjunct professorships in academia, that might be a long shot. But those are worries for another time.
Right now, it’s time to go face old friends, find a bathroom, and eat.
We climb out of the car, Evan pulling our suitcase out of the trunk while I grab our pillows and my purse out of the backseat and we hustle to the shelter of the front porch. Evan knocks authoritatively, and we glance at each other while we wait for the door.
Daniel
