âWhy? Are you jealous, kitty-cat?â Matt retorts flippantly.
Briâs cute little mouth turns down at the corners as silence permeates the room and he realizes that is exactly the case. Matt bursts into a fit of laughter, his heavy body vibrating over her small one. She makes a sad attempt to push his full weight off of her, and had she been on top she may have successfully stormed off, but in this position, Matt has all the advantage. His large hands gather her small wrists together and he pins them above her head, effectively locking her in place beneath him.
âWhere do you think youâre going?â he teases, nudging his nose along the column of her neck.
Just as he leans in for a kiss, Bri turns her head to the side, forcing his lips to crash into her cheek instead.
âAre you fucking serious?â
âIf youâre not going to answer me then get off,â she clips.
She still doesnât turn her eyes in his direction or respond, her lips tightening into a thin, irritated line. Matt lowers his head to her chest with a frustrated groan against her skin before rising up once more.
âI was after him,â Matt concedes.
âOh, so you didnât want to follow me, then?â she pouts.
âFor fuckâs sake, Bri, what do you want me to say? Because every answer I give is wrong. Exactly what the fuck are you looking for, hmm?â
âHave you ever stalked me before?â she asks.
When he heard her door closing this morning, Matt had left his own apartment and raced down the stairs two at a time to get to the first floor before the elevator could land. By the time the lift dinged and the doors slid open, Matt was already standing at his mailbox, feigning interest in the stack of envelopes in his hands while the woman who had recently caught his interest blew past him without so much as a word or a glance in his direction.
Ever since she kicked him out of her apartment just as she was on the verge of falling apart on his fingers, Matt hasnât been able to get her out of his mind. No amount of working out or toying around with his music was enough to keep his mind from wandering to the fiery little minx next door and he finds himself wanting to know more about her, though she clearly wants nothing to do with him. So he would have to take those matters into his own hands.
Matt twists the small silver key into the lock of her brand new door and slips inside the small, nearly identical to his, apartment, and closes the door quietly behind him, should any other particularly nosey neighbors be watching or listening-- the last thing he needed was for Kaye to be telling Bri that he was snooping around her door while she was out.
The lingering scent of her perfume floods his nostrils and he finds himself inhaling lungfuls of it before it disappeared completely. Matt decides to completely bypass her living room and kitchen, opting to start with her bedroom. He had really hoped that the first time he entered this space would be with her legs around his waist and his hands roaming her torso and ass, but it would seem that she wasnât going to make that an easy venture for him. So instead, he found himself pushing open the cracked door and taking in her private space for the first time alone.
Like the rest of her apartment, though small, her bedroom is neat and organized; off to the side rests a slim dresser and hamper next to a compact vanity desk complete with a mirror and small chair. Matt grazes his fingers over the containers of powders and the soft bristles of her makeup brushes. He riffles through the drawers but doesnât find anything of interest-- more makeup and various tubes of unopened moisturizers and lotions. He turns to face the direction of her bed, taking in the cozy warm colors of her bedding.
One of his hands smooths over the soft burnt orange comforter and he brings a knee up to rest on the surprisingly comfortable mattress. The frame squeaks under his weight as he lowers himself to inhale the scent of her clinging to the material. As if possessed, he instinctually lowers to his stomach and slides his arms under her pillows before burying his face in them. His cock twitches with interest as he is surrounded by her aroma and thoughts fill his mind of wrapping her tiny hands around the iron bars of her headboard while he fucks into her from behind.
Somehow, he manages to pull himself away from the comfort of her bed though he wants nothing more than to stay buried in her beige sheets for the rest of the day and wait for her to get home, but he knows that he may very well walk away with a deep hole in his side if she finds him here when she returns. Reluctantly, he rises from the mattress before puffing the pillows back up and straightening the comforter, leaving no sign of his presence.
He takes one last glance at her small space, eyes drifting to Briâs nightstand where he just now notices the small plant resting on her nightstand, its droopy dark green leaves hanging over the sides of the pot sadly. Matt brushes his fingertips across the soil, noting how dry and neglected the poor plant is. A few moments later, he has a glass of water in his hands and is dumping the contents carefully into the pot, ensuring that none of the liquid escapes and splashes on the table beneath. He turns the plant so that the backside can get a little more of the light penetrating through the sheer curtains before he exits the bedroom, pulling the door almost closed behind him.
Quickly, he dries and places the cup upside down on the drying rack exactly where he had found it and drapes the towel back over the oven handle. With one last glance around the room, ensuring that any signs of his presence were not left behind, Matt exits Briâs apartment with a few small souvenirs tucked into his pockets.
âMaybe once or twice,â Matt says vaguely as his mind wanders to all of the times he had let himself into her home or followed her around the city when she thought she was alone. She only just agreed to officially be his and he wasnât quite ready to divulge just how deeply his obsession with her stemmed. She definitely didn't need to know about his little treasure box.
âHmm,â Bri responds with pinched lips.
Matt lets out a sigh, frustrated that she still seems unsatisfied with his answers and he tries once more to get through to her. He kisses up the side of her neck, leaving a damp trail as his tongue peeks out to trace the taste of her perfume mixed with the slightly salty flavor of her dried sweat. His mouth clamps around the sensitive skin just below her ear and he sucks a tiny mark on the flesh. She still doesnât acknowledge him, but Matt doesnât miss the way her breath hitches with his attention. He releases the skin from between his teeth and with a final kiss to the spot, his mouth brushes over her ear.
âWhat is this really about, baby?â he whispers.
