Matt lets out a low moan, more air than anything else. He's never been a loud man, and that doesn't change just because he's in the bedroom. The fact that Victoria is only a little bit more than sub-par probably plays into it.
Despite what she says, it's clear she doesn't do this often. Might not have ever done it before. She's all tooth and tongue and wandering lips, but her sheer excitement sort of makes up for it.
And, of course, the way she looks with her lips kiss-swollen, with her eyes watering when she accidentally takes too much in at once. “I knew you'd look great like this.”
She gives a pleased hum.
Matt runs his fingers through her hair, then twists them in her pale golden locks. “You just stay like that,” says Matt. He tightens his grip on Victoria's hair and then shifts, plunging himself deeper into the wet cavern of her mouth. Now that's what he's been waiting for. Her throat convulses around his dick; he uses her hair as leverage, bucking into her mouth, taking what he wants because it's the only thing he knows.
Life is hard, but this? This is easy. It's something he understands, something he's good at. Matt uses her mouth like it's something he's just bought, like she's nothing but a girl off the side of the street.
Small hands flutter around his waist. Fingers curl into the side of his jeans. Victoria's nose is pressed flush against the parted fabric of his jeans. She gags and coughs; spittle runs down the side of her face, spilling out around her parted lips. The head of his cock slams into the back of her throat and continues even farther.
Matt's head tilts back. His breath twists in his throat. “Shit,” he says, and the word gets dragged out like it means something more. “Holy fuck, Tori. That's what I was talking about earlier.”
Her hands finally still. She gags again, and the sensation goes straight to the tight knot at the base of Matt's spine.
He almost spills himself right then and there. At the last moment, though, he physically pushes her backwards. He curls over himself, trying to catch his breath, to push down his arousal even just a little bit. “Shit,” he pants. A hand moves to his dick, curling around it. “I could do that all fucking day.”
Victoria goes to say something, but her throat is fucked raw. It comes out as a cough, this ragged, breathless thing.
Matt gives her a crooked grin. “Yeah? That's what I thought. You liked it, too, didn't you? Go on, let me hear you say it.”
“I liked it,” says Victoria. The words are rough and low, almost husky. “I liked it.”
“You know what else you're going to like?”
Victoria shakes her head. She rubs at her mouth with the back of her hand. Spit smears over the flushed skin. “What?”
“Having something else split open. Get up here.” Matt pats the mattress.
Victoria hesitates. But, then, with a deep breath, she gets up and sits down on the edge of the bed, right next to Matt. Their shoulders brush. The act is so innocent it's almost funny, but it's not because even that makes Matt's heart flutter.
This is supposed to just be a one-night stand, the perfect way to get his mind off Emily. And, yet, when he looks at Victoria, it's hard for him not to smile. She's more than just a pretty face— she's got a good attitude, acts like she has a good heart.
A part of him knows, even then, that Victoria isn't the sort of person to sleep around. But the rest of him, he doesn't care. There's a beautiful woman sitting in front of him. More than that, there's a good woman.
And he wants her.
He wants to have something good in his life again, even if it's just for a little while. Hands grab at Victoria's shoulders, pushing her back onto the bed. Her legs hang over the edge of the mattress. The skirt of her dress is a rumpled-up mess.
In that moment, she looks beautiful.