FROM THE CAROUSEL OF HAZY, dreamlike visuals and random ideas came some order—a subtle awareness of who I was under the flow of thoughts with their loose connections to my waking life. After a few moments more, I began to analyze them in a lazy way. Perhaps those ideas were meant to be kept. Some were composed as if from a book I once read, while some were just silly.
But I didn’t have time to store them. In another moment, they were gone, leaving no trace, and everything was blurry. For a second, I didn’t know who or where I was. I didn’t know how I got into this bed—or whose bed this even was. Then everything was processed, and I was drinking in the feedback of all of my senses.
I was in Matt’s room. The thing above me was the ceiling. The thing partially on top of me was a white sheet. The things underneath me were a pillow and mattress. I was completely naked, my muscles stiff and sore from hours upon hours of mind-blowing sex.
And the inflexible, cold metal against my wrists were just handcuffs keeping my arms hooked to Matt’s headboard.
Wait. What?
I blinked my eyes several times and popped them wide open. Instantly, I could see everything, including the silver handcuffs linking my wrists to his bed. I stared down at my naked body, lying dead center in the middle of his bed, and Matt was nowhere to be found.
Where was he? And more importantly, he handcuffed me to his bed?
Holy fucking shit.
I racked my brain to remember when and why this occurred, but my mind was still too busy obsessing over the crazy, intense, out of this world sex we’d had last night. It had started at the party, and even continued in the privacy of the back seat of the limo that had transported us home. And once we’d reached Matt’s apartment, we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other and fucked until the sun had started to rise.
But handcuffs? They were a bit crazy. And kinky. I clenched my legs together, and the wetness of my arousal painted the skin of my upper thighs. Jesus Christ. I probably shouldn’t be horny over this.
I couldn’t stop my thoughts after that.
Matt. His intense eyes. His perfect cock. Him fucking me.
We’d fucked on every single surface of his apartment last night. Even now, hours after he’d last touched my body, his smell still lingered on my skin, and I could imagine him entering me again and again and again.
“You’re awake.” His voice yanked me out of my daydreams, and I looked toward to the doorway to find his big, muscular body standing there, clad in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs.
“And, apparently, I’m handcuffed?” I asked and tugged my wrists gently against the metal.
“What can I say?” He grinned like the devil himself and walked toward the foot of the bed. “You’re quite skilled in the begging department.”
“I begged you to handcuff me?”
That sounded crazy. I mean…there’s no way I’d beg for something like that…right?
He watched on with amusement while I searched my mind for the memory.
Handcuffs. Matt hovering over me. His cock pressed to the hilt. And me…begging like a woman starved for anything he could give. Including the handcuffs.
Wow. I really had begged.
“I was already planning to.” He winked. “I quite like the visual of you naked and tied up in my bed. Ready for my cock.”
Call me deranged, but I quite liked that idea too.
He crawled onto the bed, the muscles of his biceps flexing with each movement. “This sweet cunt is like a drug to me,” he whispered while his lips hovered over the apex of my thighs. And then, one smooth lick against me, and his eyes locked with mine.
One touch, one lick, and I was done for. The intoxication was instant. That was how it was with Matt. Just his scent propelled me into a heady trance.
Electricity buzzed underneath my skin. Hormones of my higher brain shut down, and all that was left was the rise of my primal self. Passionate. Intense. I was drunk off of him. He was my release, my escape, my drug.
“My mouth or my cock?” he asked, and my nipples hardened at his words. “Answer quickly, Alex. Or else I decide.”
Fuck, what kind of question was that? I wanted both.
Matt tsked under his breath, and with two long fingers, he spread me wide. “Time’s up, sweetheart. Now I decide.”
Another long lick and I moaned into the silence of his bedroom.
“And since I’m starving, I’m going to feed off this perfect cunt until you don’t have anything left to give.”
Oh sweet Jesus.
He latched on to my clit and sucked, his eyes glimmering with satisfaction as they locked with mine. He moaned against my skin.
God, that feels so fucking good.
With his lips and tongue sucking at my pussy, he slid his big hands up my belly until they grabbed both breasts. His thumbs brushed across my nipples as he pushed his tongue inside of me.
My head fell back against the pillow, and a guttural moan escaped my lungs. I rocked my hips against his mouth, and I felt his smile against my skin.
“Greedy little girl,” he whispered. “I fucking love how you chase your pleasure.” He brushed his lips against me. Not innocently like a tease, but hot, fiery, ravenous, and demanding. “Yes, Alex,” he whispered slowly, prolonging each letter as if to savor them. “Chase your pleasure.”
I looked down at him, and the swirls of emotion I saw in his heady gaze made me moan. Hunger. Lust. Desire. Heat. Before I could ponder it further, he gripped my ass and yanked me to him. His mouth was so warm, so hot, so fucking hungry as he sucked and ate me.
My senses were seduced, and I could no longer think straight. My brain lit on fire, and the warmth spread throughout my entire body.
I moaned and squirmed against him, my hips alternating between rocking up toward his mouth and pulling away when the pleasure became too intense.
But he didn’t stop.
With his eyes closed in pleasure, he flicked his tongue and swirled it against my clit.
As he slid his tongue inside of me again, moving in and out, in and out, at a slow, infuriating pace, my thighs started to shake and my hips moved in sync with him without me asking them to.
My climax built, higher and higher, as he fucked me with his tongue.
It was hot and dirty and felt so fucking good.
His mouth was so hot, and I was so turned on, so fucking wet, I could hear the sounds of my arousal with each drive forward of his tongue, with each hard suck of his lips.
Buzzing ecstasy radiated from the spot where his mouth was, slowly spreading through the rest of my body until I felt like I was walking on air.
My eyes rolled back, and I opened my mouth with a low moan.
The instant his lips latched on to my clit and sucked, the waves rolled through my entire body and I climaxed. Hard.
Matt moaned against my skin as he licked and sucked, eating up every drop of my arousal.
As I lay there, lax and sated, while Matt gently removed the handcuffs from my wrists, I knew I was caught in his web, and I wanted to be.
It didn’t make sense. Maybe I’d gone insane.
But I was claimed. Owned. His.
At some point after Matt had blown my mind, I’d fallen back asleep, and time became incalculable. It could have been minutes, hours, even days, I wasn’t sure, but I awoke again when he lifted me off of the bed and into his lap. The rays of the sun were much brighter through the windows of his bedroom than they had been before.
“Time to really wake up, little one,” he whispered as he brushed my hair behind my ear. “You’ve got about fifteen minutes to get ready before we have to leave.”
“Leave?” I asked, and he set me on my feet.
“Yep,” he answered and slapped a playful hand against my ass. “I’m taking you somewhere today.”
I giggled and hopped out of his reach. “Does it include breakfast?”
“Considering it’s half past eleven, I think it’s safe to say it’ll include lunch, not breakfast.”
“Holy moly, it’s past eleven already?”
“Yeah, lazybones.” He stood up and grabbed a shirt out of his closet.
“Hey, I’m pretty sure the fact that I fell back asleep is all your fault.”
“My fault?” he questioned with an amused smirk.
“Yep.” I nodded. “Your fault.”
Matt grinned and walked toward me. “I do love the way you challenge me,” he said and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “Now, go get ready. There’s a change of clothes for you in my bathroom.”
“Wait… How’d you get my clothes?”
He quirked a brow. “How do you think I got your clothes?”
“Breaking and entering? Isn’t that illegal?”
Seeing as I’d watched him beat a guy half to death last night, it was probably ridiculous that I was questioning which side of the law he’d treaded to procure my clothes, but I couldn’t help it. It was ingrained in me.
“Considering you begged me to handcuff you to my bed last night, I think this was an exception to the law.”
My cheeks heated at his words.
“Fuck, don’t get all shy and blushing, or we’ll never get out of here on time.” His voice dove deeper, where the vowels were rougher. “I love when you blush.”
I covered my face with my hands. “Well, then stop saying dirty things to me!”
Matt chuckled. “We haven’t even really done dirty yet, little one. But we will,” he promised and then slapped my ass playfully once more. “Now, get moving.”
“Bossy,” I muttered and walked into the bathroom.
“I heard that.”
“I wanted you to hear that!” I called back, and Matt just laughed.
I rummaged through the pile of clothes on the counter and found my favorite pair of jean shorts and a crop top. Paired with my favorite nude sandals, I’d be good to go. After a quick rinse in the shower, I hopped out and started drying my hair as best as I could.
“You’ve got fifteen more minutes, little one!” he warned. “And I don’t care if you’re naked, I’ll carry you onto that plane.”
Plane? What plane?
With my towel wrapped around me, I stepped out of the bathroom and found Matt standing in the bedroom, buttoning up a white linen shirt.
Fuck, he looked good. My eyes followed the line of his clothes, noting the hint of his muscular frame resting beneath the comfortable material.
He quirked a brow. “Need something?”
I blinked out of my trance and cleared my throat. “Uh…a plane?”
“Yeah.” He nodded. “I told you I was taking you somewhere.”
“I figured you meant IHOP. Not a fucking plane.”
He grinned. “Sorry to disappoint, but we’ll have to do IHOP another day. Today we’re heading to Mexico.”
Holy moly, we were going to Mexico?
“What time does our flight leave?”
He shrugged. “Technically, whenever we want it to, but I’d like to be taking off in the next hour.”
“Whenever we want it to?” I asked. I’d only flown twice in my whole life, but I was pretty sure airlines weren’t willy-nilly with their flight schedules.
“We’re not flying commercial, sweetheart,” he responded. “We’re using my jet.”
His jet? Matt had a fucking airplane?
It was too much.
“Oh, and here’s your passport for this trip’s purposes,” he said and placed a small blue book in my hands.
I opened it up to find a picture of me, but a different name beside my face. “Mrs. Natasha Wonder?” I read out loud in confusion.
He smirked and held up his. “Mr. and Mrs. Wonder, actually.”
Mr. and Mrs. Wonder? As in we were both going by different names for this trip? Different, married names? I quirked a brow and stared down at my new passport again.
“Holy hell, are these—” I started to question their validity, but I stopped myself once I realized this was Matt Hadder we were talking about.
“They’re real,” he answered my unspoken question with a wink.
Glancing back to the shiny picture page in the front of the book, all barcodes and numbers and technical, very detailed, very hard to falsify information, I wondered yet again just how far Matt’s reach extended.
“All right, you’ve got ten minutes to get ready, little one.” He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “I’m going to make a quick call. Meet me in the kitchen when you’re ready.”
Holy hell. I had ten more minutes to get ready.
For my flight to Mexico.
Was this real life?