They end up in the bedroom, a miracle against miracles. Matt's jacket, vest, and shirt hit the floor along the way. His skin is just slightly damp, but it's enough to make Victoria feel chilled.
They stumble through the doorway. Victoria's back hits the bed. It's large—a king sized captain's bed with a black headboard and a robe thrown over the edge.
She laughs because this seems ridiculously familiar yet feels impossibly new. “I cannot believe you came here.”
“Of course I did,” grumbles Matt, right before he sinks his teeth into the juncture in Victoria's neck. She squeals in response. “Why wouldn't I come back for this lovely ass? I don't think I've ever been with someone as tight as you.”
“Such a charmer,” says Victoria with a laugh. “That mouth of yours ever get you in trouble?”
Matt settles down between her legs, resting on his knees. “More than you could know, baby. But it's good for a few things.”
“Oh?”
“Sure,” laughs Matt. “But I don't think it's really time for that. We're in a hurry, right?”
A thought hits her, like she's been slapped. Victoria pushes herself up onto her elbows. “Did you close the door?”
“No,” says Matt, with a shrug. “Like I said, we should probably make this sort of quick. But if things go right, I assure you, this isn't going to be the last time we meet up.”
Victoria's heart flutters. She lays back down, slowly, and smiles up at him. “Do you mean that?”
“Hell yes,” says Matt. “You think I drove all the way up here just to turn tail and leave? No, baby, you're mine now.”
The words send a shudder down Victoria's spine. Her skin feels like it's on fire. She hooks an arm around Matt's neck, runs her fingers through his messy hair. “My mother will hate it.”
“Does she need to know?”
“She plans on having me married to the Duke.”
“Tell her no.” Matt hooks a hand under Victoria's left thigh, pushing her leg up towards her chest. “She cannot control what comes out of your mouth.”
“No, but...” Victoria trails off, words bleeding into a soft sigh when Matt bends down and runs the flat of his tongue up the center of her chest, between her breasts. “You haven't met her before. You don't understand the power she holds.”
“I don't think you get exactly what I can do, either.”
“Against a queen?”
“Against anyone,” says Matt seriously. “Now, you'd best take a deep breath and hold on tight.”
That's all the warning she gets before he’s making the plunge. His cock is large and thick, especially compared to her slender fingers. They did nothing to erase the tightness in her loins, but the pain is almost reminiscent of their first rendezvous.
It's a delicious thing, feeling the man slip inside of her. There's nothing rushed about it, but it's not slow, either. It's something completely different—powerful, the way he moves at his own pace as if this is only about him, about how great it feels on his end.
Strange as it seems, Victoria loves that. She loves the way he curls over her, the way he's hitting completely different spots from before. Victoria's breath vanishes in a drawn-out moan when Matt fully hilts himself inside her wet cunt; they should have used lube, but the sparks of pain are hot and intoxicating.
She wraps both arms around his neck and curls up towards him best that she can. It's hard because his arms are caging her in. He's draped over Victoria like he's trying to devour her.
Each buck of his hips drives Victoria harder against the mattress. The only thing she can hear is her own heart beating. It drowns out the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, of heavy panting. Victoria rakes her nails down Matt's back, these ragged streaks of red.
Each swipe just seems to fuel the animal in Matt. He sucks and bites at the side of her neck. Their hips snap together so hard it actually hurts.
“Fuck,” groans Matt, and a litany of foul comments follow suit. It's almost charming the way there's no filter between his brain and mouth, the way he says what he thinks, that he takes what he wants.
Victoria feels small in all of the best ways. The coil that runs through her limbs is tight and getting tighter. It's like there are wires wrapped through her veins and each one is about to snap.
And then it's snapping, and Victoria's entire world seems to freeze. Everything goes dark from the outside in, goes white from the inside out. It's blurring color and rushing blood and a euphoria the likes of which she has never felt before, that she doubts she will ever feel again. “Yes, yes, yes!” The words fall out of her mouth like molten silver, like something she's never said before. “Just like that! Just…just…Matt.”
The last word is more of a whine than anything else. It's enough to send Matt over the edge; he slams inside of her, hips rolling even as he finds his own release, shooting hot cum into her.
Their foreheads slap together. Hot breath rolls over Victoria's face. It feels like her limbs have all turned to jelly, like she is nothing but a boneless husk of what she had once been.
And it's great.
Wonderful, even.
Victoria rakes her fingers through his messy, sweat dampened hair. A wave of exhaustion hits her. It's suddenly hard to keep her eyes open. “Stay with me?”
“What about your mom?” The words are sluggish and rough, like Matt feels the same way. He shifts, slipping out of Victoria and flopping onto the mattress next to her. Cum dribbles out from between her legs, leaving a damning stain on the sheets.
The smart thing to do would be to send him away.
But then, it would have been smarter to avoid getting into this situation, altogether.
Victoria is tired of being smart. She rolls over, hiding her face against Matt's chest. “Just tonight. Just this once.”
He snorts and drapes an arm over her side. Matt yawns. “Whatever you say, baby.”