⋆˚꩜ lily ꩜⋆˚

The two of you had been seeing each other for a little over two months. You’d met a while back when your stupid kitten heel got caught in a sidewalk grate. You were on your way to a coffee shop before work, phone wedged between your ear and shoulder while your editor in chief tore into you about an upcoming deadline. And because the universe had a sick sense of humor, a truck was hurdling towards you too. People around you continued as normal. Classic New York. You were still struggling with your shoe when a pair of hands wrapped around your waist and yanked you backward. The truck zoomed by a second later, horn honking like you’d somehow inconvenienced them. Your shoe stared back from the grate, upright and mocking. “Jesus,” the voice beside you muttered. His head tilted, listening to your frantic heartbeat. Your boss could still be heard yelling through your abandoned phone on the pavement. Then he stepped forward, cane tapping before crouching down to retrieve your shoe and phone with surprising ease. “Are you okay?” His voice was rough and warm. You’d told your boss to hold, then offered to buy the handsome stranger coffee as a thank you. And now here you are. 

Your heart skips a bit as Matt smiles back at you. He’s got that same almost expectant look on his face that he always has at the end of your dates. The one that silently screams ‘are you gonna invite me up this time?’ And fuck, of course you wanted to. He’s hot, smart, ridiculously handsome. Tonight he looked particularly lethal in his new navy suit and crisp white button down, sleeves rolled up exposing his delicious forearms. You’d spent half the evening with your legs crossed impossibly tight. He’d even asked you to dance with him tonight. Something you didn't even know he did. So yes, while tempting, you keep thinking back to what your friend said about ‘sleeping together before getting to month three.’

You clear your throat softly, hands still resting on his shoulders. “So… I’ve got a late night in the office coming up. Does Friday at seven sound okay?” Matt nodded immediately. “Next Friday sounds great, sweetheart.” You shake your head, heat blooming your cheeks as your hands slide down his chest. “Great. See you then.” His hands smoothed down your skirt, giving your ass a small squeeze before dropping back to his sides. You bite your lip, half thinking of just saying ‘fuck it’ and rushing him to your bedroom. The loss of warmth makes your body ache. You watch his hand reach for his cane, fingers curling around the handle. His knuckles are slightly pink from the cool air. Veins popped out the harder he gripped. Your eyes look down at your shoes for a split second, biting down on your lip even harder. You need him to leave now before you make a reckless decision. He inhales sharply, then smiles. “Have a good night.” You smile back at his red lenses. “I will. …I’ll probably be dreaming of you.” Matt laughs as he walks backward down your brownstone steps. You stand there a little longer as he disappears down the street. Still warm everywhere he touched you. 

That Saturday, you decided to have an impromptu brunch with your girlfriends, which quickly turned into a “romantic intervention”. “You’re overthinking it.” Naomi declares, cutting into her omelette. “That’s my professional opinion at least.” Celeste glares from behind her mimosa, “that ain’t a professional anything.” Naomi ignores her. “You’re hot. He’s hot. I say hot people should be allowed to fuck. That’s how we heal as a society.” Celeste scoffs, “or she could wait until she knows for sure that he’s actually serious about her.” “Girl- it’s been two months.” Naomi bites back. “He hasn’t ghosted her. He calls her ‘sweetheart’. Hell- the man took her dancing.” “That doesn’t mean anything. Men are supposed to be charming in the beginning.” “Okay, and women deserve orgasms in the beginning.” You groan, dropping your head into your hand while they continue to bicker. “Okay. Okay. Relax. I just… want it to be good, y’know? What if we sleep together and everything changes after that?” You finally admit. “We’ve been on this hot streak for only a few months. What if he’s terrible in bed? Or I am? Or he realizes I’m not what he wants after all. Or maybe sex is all he wants and-” Naomi’s hand lays on yours. “Please take a breath before you pass out.” You exhale quickly, eyes shifting between them. Celeste sighs, “look. We can’t tell you what to do at the end of the day. There’s gotta be some cosmic reason he decided to even ask you out after the whole grate situation.” She pauses taking another sip of her drink, “even if there wasn’t one. You clearly got him obsessed with you.” Naomi joins in. “Yeah you clearly have him pussywhipped before you even gave it to him. Hah.” Despite yourself, you laugh along. 

Friday arrives faster than expected. You rushed home and immediately jumped in the shower to wash off the day. You made sure to exfoliate one more time. Brush your teeth. And scrub your tongue. At six-thirty sharp, you received a simple text of ‘wear something distracting’. Naomi nearly screamed at it when you called her for help. “Oh. He wants it bad.” She immediately shuffles to your closet, throwing you in a black and white polka dot number. “You have to wear that.” Your hands tug at the hem. “It’s… short.” “Exactly!” Your eyes narrow at her through the mirror. “You’re enjoying this way too much.” She holds up your black red bottoms with a slight shrug. “Of course I am! Just look at you. Legs out. Titties sitting. Ugh, he won’t be surviving at all tonight.” 

Turns out, she might’ve been right. The art exhibit Matt took you to was small and intimate, made from a converted warehouse downtown. Your hand stayed looped through his the entire time while you described every little detail you saw. “I love hearing you talk,” his head tilts in your direction. “You have a very broad description of things around you.” You smile despite the growing heat crawling up your neck. Afterward, he led you into a tiny Italian restaurant that his best friend, Foggy had apparently sworn ‘changed lives spiritually.’ The tables were just close enough that your knees brushed together whenever either of you moved. At some point while he was talking, your hands drifted down unconsciously pulling your dress hem again. He stops mid sentence, head cocking to the side. “You keep doing that.” Your hands still, “doing what?” A smirk grazed his lips, “playing with the hem of your skirt. Too short for you?” You softly scoff, playfully nudging his shin with your heel. “You said you wanted something distracting. Guess I’m the one who’s distracted.” His smirk deepens. “For what it’s worth, I’m sure it’ll be even more distracting with it off.” You nudge his shin harder, thighs clamping together. “Eat your pasta, Matthew.” 

The night continued on. Dinner left you both warm and slightly buzzed from the red wine you shared. His arm stayed looped around your bicep as you walked back to your place. The silence felt a bit louder between you. “You’re quiet,” Matt murmured, that knowing almost smile on his lips. “Not that I mind. Just…noticing.” You smile softly, “sorry. Just a lot swirling in my brain, I guess. I promise you’re not boring me.” He huffs a small laugh, steps slowing then coming to a stop. “Do you want to talk about it?” You stop with him, mirroring his tilted head. “Um…” you hesitate, then exhale. “You do like me, right?” The question lands heavier than you mean it to. He doesn’t answer at first. Not because he doesn’t want to. But because he always listens first. To your voice. Breath. Your heartbeat had changed the second you asked. He smiles, blush blooming on his cheeks. “Yeah. I do.” You look away, nodding. “Yeah, but. Do you think of me…like that?” He doesn’t move. Doesn’t rush you. “When you say ‘like that’, you mean… intimately?” You clear your throat as your eyes flicker to the sidewalk, “yeah.” He lets out a slow breath, reaching out and grabbing one of your hands. “Of course I do. I’ve been waiting for you to be ready.” Your eyes look back up at him. “I didn’t want to rush you. Or make you feel like that’s all I’m here for. Which… I’m not.” 

Your chest tightens a little at that. His thumb brushes slowly over your knuckles. He leans in slightly, tongue darting out to wet his lips. You do the same. Then something cool lands on your cheek. Startled, you lean back, looking at the dark sky overhead. Matt’s head tilts, “rain?” Another hits closer to your eye. “Apparently so.”  The drizzle instantly picks up heavier. Your hand grips his tighter. “Oh god- my hair! We gotta go!” You both laugh, hand in hand as you run towards your building. By the time you reach the stairs, you're both soaked. Matt’s white shirt clings to him, outlining every toned muscle underneath. Your curls spring wilder at the roots from the rain and humidity. The laughter between you dies down, both still slightly breathless. His hand hesitantly comes up to your face, moving a curl out of the way. “God, you’re beautiful.” You look away, pushing his chest a little. “Shut up, Matt. You don’t have to-” “I mean it. All of it. I- I want to be with you. I really like you. A lot. .” Your eyes soften. Under his red lenses, his unfocused eyes almost look desperate. “I want to be with you. I really like you. A lot.” His thumb brushes your warm cheek. “I want every part of you.” 

Something in you snaps. You grab him by the collar and pull him into a kiss. His hands drop to your waist, groaning softly against your lips. “Fuck,” you breathe out. “That’s the hottest thing anyone’s ever said to me.” His grip tightens. “I just didn’t know how to tell you without sounding desperate.” Your teeth catch his bottom lip, pulling another rough groan from him. You pull back, breathing heavy. Your hands drop from his hair, frantically searching through your purse for your keys. “Please come upstairs with me. I want you so bad right now.” “Lead the way, beautiful.” You smile, turning back around to unlock the door.

The moment the apartment door clicked shut, the careful composure of the evening left. He pushes you against the door, lips crashing down to your neck this time. The smell of his cologne and wine from earlier mixing deliciously. His teeth graze your neck. Hand trailing everywhere, feeling the hem of your dress rising up again. He takes a handful, lifting the skirt up higher. “Fuck, this dress. Could hear how it stretched over your pretty ass.” His hand smacks down, earning a whimper from you. “You like that?” You nod, asking him to do it again. Per your request, he does it again. And again. Each spank leaves a warm print in its wake. You push him back, gently. Your finger delicately pull down the straps of your dress, letting it drop to the floor in one swift motion. Your nipples immediately pebble as the cool air hits them. He groans, stepping forward, groping them in both hands. His thumbs run past your nipples. A soft gasp escapes your mouth. “Please, Matt. Do what you want to me.” Your pleas go straight to his cock. The strain now more visible in his slacks. Matt leans down, taking one nipple between his plump lips. His tongue flicks the hardened bud, sucking in softer. He comes back up, planting a kiss on your lips. Your legs part, grabbing his other hand and placing it on top of your heat. One brow lifts up from his glasses,“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to feel this pussy.” You softly sigh. “I can take a guess.”

You push him back again, stepping out of the dress. You kick your shoes to the side, waiting for him to join you. He quickly follows suit, throwing his suit jacket on the floor next to the dress. You grab his head and lead him to your plush couch. His hands come up to your bare back, fingers grazing your panties’ waistband. “I think it’s a little unfair that I’m practically naked and you haven’t even shown me anything of yours.” He breathes out a laugh, “anything for you.” He pulls back, starting with his shirt. You take a seat on the couch, spreading wide for him. One of your hands trails down, teasingly rubbing circles into your clit. The sound of the fabric against your fingertips pulls a growl from him. The shirt hits the floor, falling under your coffee table. He fumbles with his belt, trying to get it off as quickly as possible. The button on his pants pops open, providing more anticipation than needed. Before he pulls down his pants, he glances down at you. “Are you absolutely sure you want to have sex tonight?” You nod, “drop them now or I’ll cry.” With that, he pulls down both his pants and boxers painfully slow. The speed shows you enough of his cock before fully dropping to the ground. His cock springs free, bouncing up and hitting his abs. Your eyes widen. “Sweetheart, didn’t anyone ever tell you ‘it’s rude to stare’?” 

You nod, mouth still agape. The hand on your clit slows down. He hovers over you, legs coming between yours. One hand replaces yours, rubbing small circles in the same spot. Then he pulls the now damp panties to the side. One finger darts out, gathering your slick. “So fucking wet.” His finger pushes in slowly, letting you adjust to the new feeling. Your thighs stutter, almost closing. His other hand comes up to your thigh, forcing your legs open. His finger pumps inside, curling up slightly. He sinks another finger in. Your back arches off the couch, crying out. His thick fingers stretch you so good, thumb rubbing over your clit. “Matt. More. Please.” He slides down your body, keeping his fingers inside. You feel his hot breath between your thighs. A whimper and moan creep up your throat as his tongue flattens over your pussy. “Oh my-” Your hands fly into his hair, fisting the more he licks. He continues to suck and lick, fingers still pumping with the pace. You scream out when he curls his fingers again, asking for more. 

“Please, Matt. It feels so good, baby.” He smirks up, lips and chin covered in your juices. His glasses now perfectly foggy. You feel a shiver run down your spine at the sight. He pulls away, earning a small whine from your lips. Your own hands pull your panties all the way off. You watch as he reaches back for his pants, pulling a condom from one of the pockets. “Were you expecting to fuck me tonight, Matthew?” He shrugs, “a guy can hope.” He opens the package, sliding the condom over the tip and down his thick shaft. He hovers back down, stroking his shaft a few times. His other hand removes his glasses, unfocused eyes staring back at you. “You’re all mine tonight.” He taps the tip over your clit with a small smirk. His hips move forward, the tip pushing in. He pushes in further, up to the hilt. A string of moans and curses fall from both your lips. He leans in, capturing yours with more bite. The fullness of it all sends your eyes to the back of your head. 

His hips pull back, not all the way, then thrust back. The thrust pulls a louder moan from you. He thrusts again, this time, driving in deeper. “Fuck. You’re so tight, baby.” Matt’s head falls back to your shoulder, driving his hips again. He settles an even pace, picking up his speed. Your legs wrap around his hips, pulling him in deeper, if even possible. You scream when his hands scoop under you, pulling you to his chest. Your hands fall behind him, scratching at his muscular bare back. He thrusts harder, thighs and hips pushing up into you. 

The room sounds completely different than usual. Skin slapping together echoing around the house. The squelching of your pussy every time he thrusts. Your screams and pants mixing together in one breath. The coil in your stomach starts to tighten with every push. He can hear your orgasms chasing each other. “You gonna cum for me? You want me to fuck you harder?” Your head bobs up and down, soft tears streaming down your cheeks. “Please. Please, I want it so bad, Matt.” He thrusts harder, thighs smacking yours. His hand on your clit quickens. “Atta girl. Come on. Cum for me. Give it to me.” His growls send you over the edge. He feels you clench down harder, pulsing along with his thrusts. Your orgasm violently rips through you. Your head falls back, Matt tightening his grip on your back. “That’s it. Good girl. Fuck.” He gently lowers you back on the couch, thrusting deeper and harder. His own orgasm pulls out the loudest groan you’ve ever heard. You feel as the condom fills up before he almost collapses over you. 

His chest heaves along with yours. You pull him down to lay on top of you. One hand fists in the back of his hair while the other rubs up his back. You feel him twitch inside of you. You bite down on your lip. Both of you stay in position for a little longer. Covered in sweat. Hair messy. Complete bliss. He pulls away, kissing your cheek then your lips. “Is that what you were waiting for?” Your eyes finally open, staring back at him. Your hand plays with his hair before answering. “Absolutely. I can’t wait for next time.”