THE BARELY RISEN SUN PEEKED inside my bedroom, and I shielded my eyes with a clumsy arm thrown over my face. I had no idea what time it was. Didn’t care what time it was. I just wanted to sleep. I wanted to fall into that beautiful abyss of nothing without these racing thoughts of Matt breaking through my REM cycle.
I tossed and turned. I pulled the comforter over my body and then threw it back off when it got too hot. I moved to my side and then my back and then my belly, repeated that mindless circuit once more until I settled onto my back and stared up at the ceiling.
Matt Hadder had commandeered my brain.
Ever since I’d arrived home late last night, I’d fought the wild ideas. But it was of no use. He was all I could think about. My mind analyzing and fantasizing each and every encounter we’d had. I felt fixated. Obsessed. Consumed.
God, the way he’d touched me last night. Just one soft, simple graze of my skin by way of his confident fingertips and I was seduced. Hell, I was seduced before he’d touched me. Just the sound of his voice and I was done for.
Matt’s voice had this confident yet intense lilt I’d come to know so well. It entranced me, left me spellbound and ready for more. More words. More dirty. More bad. More Matt. Just…more.
He made me want to be bad. And fuck if that didn’t feel good.
Last night, the feel of his lips against my skin spurred electric tingles to shoot up my spine. I’d wanted more than just his touch, his lips, his heady gaze. I’d wanted to play. Kiss. Feel. Taste. Fuck.
I still wanted that.
As I lay there staring up at my ceiling, I moved my fingers down my body, taking in the soft curve of my breasts, the smooth skin of my belly, until I stopped above the waistband of my panties. I paused there for a brief moment, dancing my fingertips across my skin, until the urge to slide my hand beneath the soft material became too strong.
Wet. Aching. Throbbing. I was too aroused, too turned on, too sexually frustrated not to give in to the desire for release.
I closed my eyes once I started to rub smooth circles onto my clit. A moan left my lips when I slid one finger inside and felt myself clench with need.
God, it felt good.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d touched myself, given myself an orgasm.
And I couldn’t stop my mind from wandering toward Matt.
I grew wetter at the mere thought of him. My nipples hardening as I fantasized about all of the dirty and delicious things I desired…
We’re in his apartment, sitting on his sofa. The morning breeze blowing in through an open window. And I’m trying to be indifferent, trying not to let him know how much power he has over me. I don’t lean in, don’t make it easy or seem too keen.
But seduction is what Matt does best, moving into my personal space with just the right expression of heat in his eyes. He doesn’t just look at a woman, he stares into her as if he knows her desires.
He brushes my hair off my shoulder and moves in so close I can feel his big, muscular body pressed up against me. I feel his warmth, and already my mind has placed our lips together. But instead, like last night, he caresses my neck, slow and gentle.
He’s making me wait, and I can hardly bear it.
I want his lips.
I want his kisses.
I want him naked and bared.
I want to feel him inside of me. Fucking me. Taking me. Claiming me.
He cups my face in his hands and gives me what he knows I want. Deep, heady, mind-blowing kisses, his lips and tongue dancing with mine.
Bad. Illicit. He is the forbidden fruit. I know what we are about to do is wrong, but I want this. I want him. The devil’s cruel intention is already a success.
In one fluid motion, Matt reaches over, lifting me up and sitting me astride his lap, my dress riding up my thighs ever so slightly. He is hard between my thighs, his cock pressed against the damp material of my panties.
I’m already wet for him. So fucking aroused.
Our gaze lasts a full second, enough for each to take in the face of the other. Nothing needs to be said, millions of years of evolution have already taken care of the message.
I’m seduced.
He pulls his hard cock out of his jeans and, without hesitation, lifts me up and slides inside of me.
I’m filled.
His eyes lock with mine, and with sure, precise movements, he starts to fuck me. Deep, long, and heavy strokes.
I moan his name. And he smirks before thrusting harder, his fingers gripping my hips. He moves his hands to my breasts and lets out a heady growl as he licks and sucks at the pliant flesh as if he’s starved.
And it doesn’t take long until I’m clenching around him, chanting his name, and climaxing hard. Fuck, I’m his…
Heavy breaths left my lungs in shaky pants, and I blinked my eyes open. My vision blurred, moving in and out in psychedelic waves before the room came into focus.
I was back in the present. My bedroom. Not Matt’s apartment.
A few droplets of sweat dripped down my forehead as I glanced down to find my legs spread wide, my panties haphazardly tossed off to the side, and my hand still firmly cupped over myself.
Holy hell, I’d just gotten myself off with Matt’s name on my lips.
And fuck if it hadn’t felt so very good.