MATT STRIPPED ROMY’S ruined dress from her and dragged her panties down her legs. “Step,” he said, when they were around her ankles, “I want your legs wide open tonight.” As she stepped, he yanked up his jeans and underwear, fastening them. He didn’t intend to stumble over them when he had a point to prove.
He cast a lascivious look at her, lingering on her breasts, which looked ready to burst out of her bra as usual. He nodded at the front clasp. “Undo it,” he ordered, and the moment the cups separated he was on her, rubbing and sucking brutally at her nipples. “I want them out...red...raw...aching for me,” he said between sucks, and let out a triumphant roar as they came out of hiding one after the other.
He pulled back, looked at them, half-crazed at the sight of them, at the sight of her, in her stockings and high heels and nothing else. “Mouths and hands, right, Romy?” he said, and crowded her against the wall before dropping to his knees in front of her the way she’d done for him.
He wrenched at her thighs, opening them wide, and licked hard and long along the length of her. Delicious, fucking delicious. He licked harder, and harder, and when her hands gripped his hair and pulled it the way he’d done to hers, he licked harder still. He wished he could suck the essence right out of her, drink everything inside her, gulp it down.
He tore his mouth away, looked up into her shocked face. “Listen to me,” he said, and the urgency in his voice must have communicated his desperation because she nodded once, twice, eager and resolute. “Brace your shoulders against the wall—I’m going to make you come fast.”
“Oh God,” she said, as her legs trembled in his hands.
He hoisted one of her thighs over his shoulder, giving himself better access. “I want my mouth buried in you so I’m drowning in the taste of your cum,” he said. “Understand?”
“Yes.”
His response was to lap at her. “Ahhh,” he breathed against her sex. “Yes” kiss “good” lick “perfect.” He slid his tongue inside her, using it like a small cock. In, out, in out, as her hips twitched in time.
“Keep going,” she said, but as though to torment her he pulled out, and when she kicked her heel onto his back in protest he laughed softly and sucked her clit into his mouth while simultaneously tongue-tipping it so hard her protest ended in a gasping scream.
He started to lick seriously then, up and down, side to side, occasionally plunging his tongue into her. He kept her guessing, using tongue and lips, a graze of teeth, but always returning to her clit, growling low in his throat as he suckled it, lusting so badly for its tiny hardness he couldn’t be quiet, then using his lips to squeeze around it, then going back to licking over it sure and strong, until she was a moaning mess, jerking against his mouth.
“I’m coming,” she gasped. “I’m coming, Matt!” She tensed all over, her gasps becoming breathless huffing sounds, which built and built, her head thrashing from side to side against the wall as she shoved herself onto his mouth. “I’m cooooooomiiing-oooohhh. Oh God, Matt, God, GOOOOOOOOD.”
He kept tonguing her, then suckling her, then licking, licking, licking, until her legs went limp, and the thigh on his shoulder loosened. Matt felt her weight give, as though she were about to collapse, and before she could slump to the floor he was up, spinning her to the wall.
“Hands on the wall,” he commanded.
With a whimper, she obeyed.
“Now tell me what you want,” he said, but he was already insinuating himself between her thighs from behind.
“You, I want you.”
“Be specific. Where do you want me?”
“Inside me.”
“Be specific, Romy.”
“I want your cock in me.”
“How?”
“Hard. Rough. Now. Fuck me.”
But he didn’t plunge straight in. Instead his arms came around her and he rubbed himself against her back. “Let’s get you back up there first,” he said, plunging his cock between her legs and rubbing it back and forth against her clit.
“Do you like that, Romy?”
“Yes, yes, you know I do.”
“Then show me—squeeze me tight.”
And so she arched her back, tightening her thighs around him, thrusting her pelvis back and forth so that he slid along the length of her.
“What else do you want?”
“I want your hands on my breasts.”
His hands came around her, cupped her breasts. “Like this?”
“Squeeze them.”
“Like this?”
“Harder. I want you to do it hard.”
As he squeezed, he kicked her legs wider, bent his knees slightly to give himself extra thrusting power, then slowly straightened as he guided himself into her. “Tight and hot and very wet,” he said in her ear, and bit her neck. “Just the way I like it. Now hang the fuck on.”
And with that, he pulled all the way out of her, then slammed straight back in so that she banged forward, flattened against the wall. Merciless, he yanked her back. “Take it, take me,” he said harshly, and then he took her hips in his hands hard enough to bruise, anchoring her. “Ready?”
“Yes, yes, ready, do it.”
And he let fly—shoving into her hard, pulling all the way out, then slamming into her again. “Fuck me back, Romy, fuck me back.”
She leaned forward and backward, hands pushing at the wall to give her extra leverage while she shoved her bottom at him, grunting as he smacked into her. But the pace was too frantic, too forceful, and she ended up flat against the wall again with Matt against her back, shoving into her for all he was worth. Soon that wasn’t enough for him, he wanted his fingers on her, too, so he spun them again and his back was now to the wall. He jerked her back against him, buried his cock in her again, thrusting rhythmically as his hands left her hips to go between her legs. One hand held her labia open, the other fingered her wildly, fast, furious, out of control. “I want to make you come so hard you’ll never forget it, Romy.”
“You, too,” she said, and squeezed her internal muscles, as though she’d milk him of everything he had. “I want you to come like that for me. Unforgettable.”
And then there was nothing but groans and gasps and grunts and hoarsely whispered words of encouragement, sex words, fuck words, as they sped up, racing, reaching, needing. A keening cry from Romy, a guttural curse from Matt, as the peak rushed and roared at them.
Oh God, God, no sperm, he reminded himself, as Romy’s internal muscles convulsed and she started to come. He stayed, stayed, staaaayed until the very last second, and then pulled out of her, jerking once before spilling against her back.
Her head lolled against his shoulder. She was exhausted; he knew it. And so was he. Tired...and unutterably depressed. That damn stinging was behind his nose again. What a way to leave things. Rough sex, his semen on her back, used up.
No. No. He needed something else. He couldn’t find the will to deny himself one last thing, something he wanted more than sex, something he needed. Closeness and comfort.
“Romy, darling?” he said, and kissed her temple.
“Hmmm?” Languid, drowsy.
“Come and let me wash you and then...then I want to sleep with you. Just...sleep. With you.”