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His muscles contracted when you licked another stripe of sweat from his abs, tasting the slightest hint of blood. Kisses were then pressed against his skin, going higher and higher until you got to his pectorals. “You’re just so pretty when you’re wounded and bloody, I don’t know.” You chuckled and Peter shook his head at you.

“I’m not sure how to take that.” He said before groaning as you nibbled on his skin, higher and higher until your mouth met his neck. Your hands moved to his thighs and he immediately spread them wider for you. You wanted to tease him for that but decided not too; even though Peter was so cute when he blushed and became awkward.

His costume pooled at his hips, half-undone and hanging which was easier to pull down when you finally tugged on the fabric. “Wait—Ah!” Peter moaned when your hands palmed his crotch, embarrassment on his face when you realized he was hard already. “That’s interesting. Hard from me licking your abs? I knew you were freaky too.” You joked at your boyfriend and he just melted into his desk chair instead of replying, giving you the chance to touch him more.

Your mouth lowered back to his pectorals where you pressed multiple kisses to his warm skin, letting your tongue lick stripes to tease him more. His boxers were slowly tugged down too, letting his hard cock slap back against his lower-stomach. “Shit, ah…” Peter sighed at the sensation of being free from the confines.

The tip was pretty pink, the color running down mid-shaft. The girth wasn’t that imposing but what he lacked was compensated by his length which was perfect for a man his size and not too much. Pre-cum formed translucent beads on his mushroom tip, a telltale of how he was already feeling.

You couldn’t help yourself and spat onto his tip before one of your hands wrapped around his base and Peter sighed again, head thrown backward to the ceiling. You smiled at his reaction, your mouth never leaving his abs and waist now, licking the sweat and mixture of blood off of his skin. 

Your boyfriend’s thighs contracted as you started to move your hand up and down his cock, letting your saliva drip to wet his length so it wouldn’t feel raw. “Feels so good…” You heard him say as your palm went up, rubbing his tip into your warm hand and back down to his base. “Already, uh? I thought you might need more stimulation.” You voiced, clearly teasing him gently. 

His head rolled to look at you, brown eyes half-lidded; you pressed another kiss to his abs and the muscles contracted. Peter bit down on his bottom lip before shaking his head. “You kissing my body is enough, actually.” 

You smiled, tightening your grip around his shaft and he whined, watching as you jerked him off slowly. Your index and thumb formed an O position before lifting to his tip, rubbing it and teasing it. Peter gasped, his body almost folding forward but he held himself onto the armrests as you twirling your fingers around his bulbous head.

More beads of pre-cum leaking from the slit and you ended up pressing your thumb against his slit for more stimulation.

“Shi—! Please, that’s… that’s nice. It feels good.” Peter cried, head thrown to the ceiling again. You didn’t reply but moved your mouth to his waist, where more of his wounds rested. You pressed kisses there, licking his skin and nibbled at the cuts which made him hiss and squirm. 

Your second hand moved to his balls and you cupped them in your warm palm, rolling the heavy ballsack. A whine left Peter’s mouth, his thighs shaking from the stimulation of his cock and balls. You decided to be nice and wrap your hand fully back around his girth, pumping him up faster than before. Your head moved for the second time and you spat onto his tip; the saliva dripped from his slit and to his length, meeting your hand halfway.

“That feels good, love? I mean, you kinda deserve it after today. You did so good, fighting that guy.” You hummed, looking up while your hands were busy working his cock and balls. Peter nodded without replying but decided to look at you after a minute or so. “Yea—Yeah, I mean… I just did what I had to do!” His voice became more pitched at the end of his sentence, as pleasure took over.

Your hand lifted up until your palm was covering his tip and you rubbed it fast, making Peter squirm on the chair. His thighs shook, your second hand rolling and gently tugging on his balls. “Baby, please—it feels so good… I don’t know if I can last longer.” He said, a whine in his voice. 

You nodded your head before leaning your head to his abs again. “Go on, then, come for me, Peter.” The words left your mouth before you went back to kissing his skin, leaving open-mouthed kisses this time. Lick, nibble, kiss and repeat.

Peter’s abs contracted due to pleasure, you could clearly feel his thighs shaking as they closed around your body. Squelching noises echoed in the room from the wetness of his cock and how you used your hand onto it. One moment you were rubbing his slit, then you were jerking him off before teasing his mushroom head; all that while still rolling his balls in your other hand.

Your boyfriend moaned, squirming in the chair before he couldn’t hold it anymore, warning you. “Oh my God! I’m coming… Please!” He said, head rolling to look at you, tiny beads of water in the corner of his eyes. You smiled, kissing his navel this time before using both hands to jerk him off and even faster. Peter wasn’t sure what to expect but you angling his cock toward your mouth broke all expectations; and he couldn’t stop himself from shooting his load inside your open mouth.

His body contracted as thick, warm ropes of come hit your tongue, a loud moan leaving his mouth both from the pleasure and the view he had. 

You kept going, milking him dry and making sure his balls were empty before your hands stopped the movements. A hum left your mouth, salty taste on your tongue as you swallowed everything Peter gave you, going as far as to give a kitten lick to his tip. He shuddered, his body going limp in the chair while you licked your lips clean from his come. 

The room was silent for a moment before you stood up and made yourself comfortable on his lap. A hiss left him; he was still wounded from his fight from earlier today but wrapped his arms around your body to make you more comfortable. You both rested like that for a second before Peter looked at you, a smile on his face.

“Was this like… a reward for saving New York or something?” You hummed at his words before nodding. “Something like that, yeah.”

Peter leaned his face, pressing a kiss to your lips before adding. “So that means I can get this every time I get hurt?” You pressed a longer kiss to his lips, before breaking it and replying. “Only if you let me clean your cuts with my tongue.”

He rolled his eyes. “I guess I can forget the unhygienic part of that for a moment.”

⠀Matt couldn't pinpoint when exactly it began─perhaps there was no single trigger. But the tightness that gripped his chest was impossible to ignore, escalating into a wave of panic that left him gasping beside you, his fingers grasping at the comforter as he stirred awake. You lie peacefully beside him, completely oblivious to your boyfriend's inner turmoil, and, for a brief moment, he feels guilty for being like this─so unpredictable, so unstable. But you've always been so patient, so loving, and, for that, he's endlessly grateful.

⠀His vision is blurry around the edges, sounds muffled, save for the hammering of his heartbeat in his ears, as he slowly pushes himself up on trembling arms, trying to get ahold of his composure.

⠀ㅤHe's not safe, and, as the dark presses closer around him, a constant reminder of just how far dusk is, of how much longer he'll be forced to endure this personal hell, he comes to realize that the divide between sleep and reality had collapsed. His skin prickles with the afterimage of falling, muscles coiled with intent of running from a threat that had never existed─it's a sentiment he'd long since memorized, the impending doom he feels as familiar as the warmth of your touch.

⠀With a soft sigh, he slings his legs over the side of the bed, his feet hitting the wood planks below. He lingers there for a moment, body propped up on his arms, before he stands, leaning forward to grasp the doorframe for support. He stumbles into the bathroom, not even bothering to flick on the light, and quietly closes the door behind himself. As he leans against the counter, staring at his slightly blurry, hazy eyed reflection, he wonders, distantly, if this is how it feels to die; perhaps he is dying, his entire world narrowed to the war between his body’s rebellion and his desperate, silent pleas for control. The water he shovels onto his face is cool─a half-assed attempt to ground himself─which, surprisingly works, even if only just a bit.

⠀He returns to the room minutes later to find you awake, the guilt he'd felt minutes prior returning full throttle at the fatigue he sees in your eyes. It vanishes once your expression softens and he realizes you're not mad─you never are─and he finds himself drawn back to bed by a magnetic force. He slides back under the covers as you lean closer, body propped up on your elbow as you wrap an arm around his waist, tugging him closer. You'd never admit it, but you like when he gets all sleepy and needy; it gives you an excuse to baby him, something you know he relishes in.

⠀"How bad was it this time?" You ask, dragging a hand up his side and along the slope of his shoulder, your touch soft and exploratory as you urge him to tilt his head.

⠀"The usual. Didn't last very long, though." He replies, instantly obeying and allowing his head to loll away from you, fingers trembling as he snakes a hand beneath the comforter, blindly reaching for your hip in the dark.

⠀"Mm." You hum softly, shifting closer by volition of his silent pleas for closeness, lips peppering soft kisses along the sharp, stubbled curve of his jaw. He sighs─content─his grip on you loosening as he leans back against the headboard, willingly providing you with more space to work with.

⠀"Such a good boy." You praise, to which he releases a soft moan, head tilting down in an attempt to catch your lips in a soft kiss.

⠀This was practically routine at this point─he'd startle awake from a nightmare and you'd bring him back to earth with gentle touches and soft praises─which is exactly why it's of no surprise to him when your hand slips between the two of you, lips leaving his as your fingers tease the waistband of his boxers. He groans and lifts his pelvis when your lips reach his navel, fingers tangling in your hair, tugging just enough to pull you back, his icy hues meeting yours.

⠀"Don't. I wanna see you." He breathes, desperation evident as he urges you back up toward him, his lips finding yours before you can even think to protest. Through the haze of lust and need, you manage to make sense of his unspoken plea, and, realizing what he needs, you instead slip your hand into his boxers, finding him hard and leaking, precum staining his crotch.

⠀You take him in hand, grinning against his lips at the shudder which reverberates throughout his body. "You like that?"

⠀"Yeah. God, you're so good to me . . . " He manages breathlessly, head falling forward as you begin to pump him, building up a slow, steady rhythm─just how he likes. His own hips roll up in time with your strokes, his moans muffled against your neck as you work him closer and closer to the edge, relishing in the way he twitches eagerly in your grasp, falling apart at the seams. He's struggling, teetering on the edge of complete and total extrication, the only thing keeping him grounded being the heat of your hand against his most intimate area.

⠀"Can't hold it, baby. Need to ─ " Matt trails off with a moan, hips bucking up roughly as you squeeze him, his rhythm momentarily faltering. "Need to cum, mama. Please ─ " He babbles, eyes slipping shut as he tries to tug the comforter down, mindless amidst the pleasure.

⠀You hum at the nickname, arousal flaring within you as you kiss his temple, dragging your thumb across his slit. If you weren't so hellbent on making him feel good, it would almost be comical how little it took to reduce him to such a writhing, whimpering mess; you bite your tongue and swallow down any teasing remarks, instead focusing your attention on the trembling form in your arms. The sight of him, so soft and needy, makes you ache with adoration, and you know in this moment, that you can't resist him anything.

⠀So, you don't.

⠀"Go ahead, sweet boy. Let go for me."

⠀And that's all the encouragement he needs. Ropes of pearly cum squirt from his swollen tip, coating both your fist and his lower stomach, the muscles in his abdomen tensing as he jerks in your grasp. It's a mesmerizing sight─his tousled locks, the flush on his cheeks, his blown pupils. He looks thoroughly undone, completely satisfied as you help him ride out his high, his former sensitivity bleeding into a pleasant ache between his thighs.

⠀You pull back only once you're positive he's finished, your free hand─the one not coated in his essence─shifting to cup his cheek, bringing your lips together. He melts into the kiss straight away, his own hand reaching up to cup the back of your neck, preventing you from going far, even when you pull away.

⠀"All better?" You ask, thumb gently brushing his bottom lip. He nods softly.

⠀"Thank you." Is all he mumbles before pulling you into another kiss.

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It was one of those hot summer days. The sun was high in the sky, beating down over the neighborhood that smelled of freshly cut grass, savory barbecue, and a hint of citrus. Chris strolled over to your house which was just a few doors down from his, wearing a pair of black swim trunks and flip flops.

It was quite the arrangement. Chris would clean out your in-ground pool once a week, and in exchange, you'd pay him more than a reasonable amount of cash, let him go for a swim, and give him as many cold glasses of your home-made fresh-squeezed lemonade as he could possibly want. It was a win-win. You got a sparkling clean pool as well as a bit of eye candy, and Chris got some kind of relief from the grueling summer heat and some extra spending money.

Chris approached your front door, his finger tracing the door bell before he rang it, the chime sounding throughout your luxurious estate and echoing off the high ceilings. Your designer heels clicked sharply against the gold marble flooring, your ponytail bouncing with every step as you made your way to let the pool boy in.

"Chris, you made it," you greeted him with a smile, looking up at him after pulling open the heavy mahogany door open. Despite the eight year age difference and the height boost from your heels, Chris still towered over you. Your eyes flicked over his shirtless form.

"Wow, somebody's been working out." You reached out and subtly touched his bicep, your freshly-manicured hot pink nails grazing the skin that was stretched over his muscle.

A rosy blush rushed to his cheeks as he nervously ran his long fingers through his brown hair. "Thanks. I've been hitting the gym a lot this summer."

"Looks like it's paying off," you responded, giving him a playful little wink. "Come on in." You spun around, making your way back inside, Chris' eyes immediately dropping to your ass and your nicely-shaped legs that were peeking out from under your little white skirt that swayed in cadence with your stride.

"Where's your husband?" Chris wondered aloud, still ogling you as he shut the door behind him.

"Oh, you know. Business trip. The man's always working, but it's how he affords me," you laughed, strutting down the hallway and into the dining with Chris right on your heels.

It was true. You weren't just any kind of woman. You were a gorgeous, sophisticated woman with expensive taste, and you wouldn't have settled for a man who made anything less.

The thought of the two of you being all alone made his cock twitch.

"Glass of lemonade?" You offered, wandering over to a cabinet.

"Sure. I'd love one," Chris replied, licking his lips as he watched your skimpy top ride up to expose your back dimples while you reached for a tall glass on the top shelf.

"Just made a fresh batch this morning," you told him as you tugged open the fridge door, retrieving a glass pitcher from inside and filling Chris' cup to the top, the ice cubes and lemon slices making it look all the more refreshing and aesthetically pleasing. You plucked a little decorative umbrella and a pink bendy straw from a drawer, putting the final touches on the drink before sliding it across the stone slab countertop over to Chris.

"Thank you, ma'am," Chris nodded, taking the glass from you and taking a big gulp before letting out a satisfied sigh. "I'll go get started on the pool."

About twenty minutes later, Chris was in your backyard, his lemonade already half gone. He had already tested the chlorine levels of the pool and was skimming the leaves and debris from the top of the water with a net when you slipped outside in your little white bikini, your sunglasses, and a floppy sun hat.

In one hand, you held a martini glass, in the other, a small bottle of oil. Tucked under your arm was a book and slung over the other was your towel. Chris glanced up at the sound of the sliding glass door shutting behind you as you floated over towards your lounge chair.

"Hope you don't mind if I get a little sun bathing in while you work," you called out, setting up by the poolside and draping your towel over your seat before you plopped down on it.

"No, not at all," Chris shook his head, his blue eyes dancing over your figure once more. "Please do."

He fixed his gaze on your martini as you held it to your lips, secretly wishing he were the glass. Normally, you would just watch Chris from the big window in the dining room that faced the pool, and he never thought anything of it. Of course, you'd want to make sure he was doing it right and actually working, considering you were paying him by the hour.

But having you watch him up close and personal in your tight little bathing suit made him a little nervous. And undeniably excited.

He tried to focus on the job that needed to be done, but he caught a glimpse of you out of the corner of his eye, sprawled out on your sun lounger, oiling up your arms and legs. Chris couldn't help but notice the way the sun rays hit your glowing skin while you delicately ran your hands over your body.

He swallowed hard. He knew how wrong it was to be staring at a married woman, imagining putting his hands where another man's belonged, but he couldn't control himself.

He'd always secretly been attracted to you. And how could he not? You were exactly his type. Polished. Elevated. Refined. A little older. Sexy as hell. And taken, of course. But the fact that he wasn't supposed to want you made him want you even more. Like forbidden fruit.

His jaw dropped and eyes widened as he witnessed you untie the string on your bikini top, revealing your voluptuous breasts underneath. You carelessly tossed the fabric off to the side like it was nothing before you drizzled a bit of oil on your chest, sensually rubbing it in.

Chris watched in awe, drinking in the sight as you squeezed your tits together, slowly running your hands over the swell of each one and softly rolling your nipples between the pads of your fingers. You let out a soft exhale, goosebumps blooming across your warm skin as you continued to tweak your sensitive buds that hardened under your touch.

He could have sworn you were putting on a show just for him. And he wasn't going to miss a second of it.

You spotted Chris, his mouth agape, his blue eyes locked onto the way you were massaging yourself with a desperate look on his face.

"I gotta even out these tan lines somehow," you shrugged and gave him a little smile. "You don't mind, do you?"

Chris could feel the blood rushing down below his waist before you could even finish your sentence. He nodded dumbly, gaze still fixed on you as he lazily moved the skimmer about in the pool. "I mean, no. I don't mind at all, ma'am."

He tried to subtly adjust the growing bulge in him swim trunks but both his erection and his attempts to hide it didn't go unnoticed by you. You smirked, putting some more oil on your hands before rubbing them together and massaging the liquid into your bare shoulders.

You couldn't deny how much you were eating up the attention. Sure, you were the type of woman who turned heads when you went out. It's not like you weren't used to attention, but it usually came from men you didn't particularly find attractive. Chris, on the other hand, was definitely your type. Brown hair, blue eyes, tan skin, and perfectly straight, white teeth.

Out of the corner of his eye, you could see him still staring. You didn't have any intentions of taking it any further. You just liked to tease him a bit. And you liked the ego boost, knowing that even though you were getting older, you could still pull a younger, attractive guy.

His lemondade glass sat perched in the sun on the patio table between the two of you, condensation sweating down the sides of it. Without taking his eyes off of you, he set the pool net on the ground and wandered a bit closer to you, picking up the glass and sipping from the straw. However, he was feeling thirsty for something else.

He watched as you slightly arched your back off the chair, trying to cover your lower back in oil. Soon after, you flipped over, revealing your perfectly plump ass as it swallowed the g-string of your bikini. He took in the sight of you, mesmerized by your body, realizing this was his opportunity to jump in.

"I think you missed a spot on your back. Here, let me get it," he rasped, licking his lips as he closed the space between the two of you.

"Oh, Chris. You don't have to-" you started to say, but he was already reaching for the oil. Sure, you were trying to tease him a bit but you didn't expect him to take the bait so willingly. A chill ran down your spine as you felt him drip the oil on your flesh.

"I don't mind," he told you, dominantly placing his hands on your midback, kneading the liquid into your sunkissed skin with his thumbs.

"Oh," you moaned, relaxing into the sensation. His hands were so strong.

"Gotta take care of this pretty skin of yours," he whispered, his large hands roaming lower and lower before settling on either side of your waist. He couldn't help but let his thoughts wander the same way. He ever so gently grabbed your hips, imagining pulling them towards him while hitting it from the back.

He was rock hard in his swim shorts now, the dirtiest of fantasies playing out in his mind as he manhandled you.

He picked up the bottle of oil, fighting every urge to use it to jerk off with. He drizzled more onto your skin, his hands dropping to the small of your back, pressing his thumbs into your back dimples, his eyes glued to your ass.

"Oh, Chris," you moaned, feeling immediate relief as he massaged you, letting yourself relax into the chair beneath you. The sound of his name escaping your lips in such a breathy manner drove him wild.

You knew you shouldn't be letting the pool boy touch you, especially without your husband home. It was definitely crossing a line, but a part of you secretly liked it. Plus, it's not like you were let him touch you inappropriately, right?

Suddenly, your eyes shot open and you reached around behind you to swat his hand away when you felt both of his palms on each of your ass cheeks, giving them a hard and deliberate squeeze. "Christopher!"

"I'm sorry. My hand slipped," he lied, feigning innocence.

You rolled your eyes. Of course, you didn't believe him. However, you couldn't deny how much it turned you on. He couldn't find that out, though, and your husband certainly couldn't find out. "Hands above the waist, okay?" You told him.

"Mhmm," he nodded dismissively, his hands finding their way back to your midback and your shoulders. He drew circles with his thumbs as he rubbed the oil into your hot, smooth skin, and you started to relax again.

Just when you were wondering if him groping you was truly a mistake, you felt his fingers stretch around your ribcage, brushing against the side of each of your breasts, causing you to jump. "Young man! What do you think you're doing?" You scolded him, whipping around to face him, lowering your sunglasses so they were resting on the tip of your nose as you shot him a glare.

"Ma'am. I swear. It was an accident. I'm just trying to help," he replied, pretending to be just so naive and holding his hands up defensively. "I was just trying to get your front. May I?" He asked sweetly.

You sighed before hesitantly responding, "Fine, but keep your hands only in the appropriate spots. You hear me?"

He nodded timidly, pouring more oil on his hands. You flipped over, laying on your back in your lounge chair as Chris pressed his thumbs into the sole of your right foot. "Mmm," an involuntary sound slipped out from behind your lips as he massaged your arch.

"So. Your husband gone a lot?" Chris chimed in, his intense blue eyes tracing the curves of your body and your breasts that were still on display.

"Unfortunately," you sighed. "I miss him."

"I bet you get so lonely," Chris responded in a low, textured voice. "I bet sometimes you just need a helping hand around here."

You chuckled, knowing damn well what he meant. You were determined not to play into it. "Not really. I'm a pretty independent woman. I do just fine taking care of myself, thank you very much."

"I'm sure you do, but I'm sure it would be nice every once in a while to have someone else take care of your needs," Chris' voice dropped even lower as he started to work his way up to your ankle.

You groaned under the feeling of his hands when he started to massage the lower part of your legs and your calves. "That's it. Just like that, Chris," you cooed.

His eyes were locked onto your mound, the way the your bathing suit hugged your puffy lips.

"You know, if you ever need anything else while your husband's away, like changing a lightbulb or car troubles. Even if you just need a little human touch, you know how to reach me." He worked his way up your leg, massaging the plush part of your thigh. "I mean it. If you need anything at all, I'm your guy."

You knew he was hitting on you, pushing the boundaries to see how far he could go, his hands wandering higher and higher, closing in on your heat. You knew you should stop him. You were married after all. It had already gone too far.

Suddenly, he paused for a moment, and just when you were starting to miss his hands, you heard him pop open the bottle of oil again before pouring it onto your lower stomach, dripping some onto your bathing suit bottoms. He smeared the shiny oil around on your abdomen, his palm gently brushing over your mound as he rubbed it in.

"Oops," he said half-heartedly as he watched the oil seep through the fabric, rendering the white material practially see through at this point. His mouth watered at the sight of your cunt peeking back at him. He brushed his thumb over your slit, making you shudder.

He expected you to slap him or grab him by the wrist, or at the very least, scold him and protest. However, you didn't stop him. You didn't say a word. You just uttered a breathy sigh. He pressed down gently on your clit through the fabric, drawing small circles as he watched for your reaction.

"Chris.. I'm a married woman," you finally broke the silence. "Happily married."

Chris didn't stop. He just glanced around for a moment before bringing his gaze back to you. "I don't see your husband anywhere."

The way he said it made your stomach flip.

"Chris, we shouldn't be doing this," you weakly protested, the words losing their meaning when you let him continue. With every stroke of his thumb, another moral of yours went out the window.

His cock jumped, twitching against the fabric of his shorts. He loved how wrong it was. He loved that you knew how wrong it was, but that your body needed it so badly that you wouldn't dare stop him at this point.

"I know. We really shouldn't be doing this," he agreed, but he didn't stop. "Just like your husband shouldn't be leaving you all alone with the pool boy. And just like you shouldn't be stripping down in front of me while I'm trying to work." Chris continued drawing tight circles on your bundle of nerves through your oiled up bottoms. "It's too late for all that, though, isn't it?" He gave you a devious smirk, his blue eyes consumed by lust.

He paused for a moment, watching how you'd react to the sudden loss of stimulation. You ever so slightly bucked your hips up until his thumb was pressing down on your clit once more. He had you right where he wanted you, desperate and writhing beneath him.

"You'd better not tell my husband about this," you softly whispered, letting him have his way with you.

"You'd better not tell your husband about this," Chris commented back, slowly undoing your bikini bottom string.

He untied the right side first. Then the left. Then he slowly peeled them away from your body, giving him a perfect and unobstructed view of your immaculate pussy. He leaned in closer, admiring every fold, his hot breath ghosting over your heat and making you shudder.

"Chris," you whimpered as he spread you open with his long fingers.

"Look at this perfect fucking pussy," he mumbled gruffly, leveling himself between your legs. He wrapped his strong arms around your thighs, roughly pulling you closer towards him, making you gasp.

You tipped your head back, your floppy hat falling off and joining your bikini on the ground as he dragged his tongue from your weeping hole up your slit and to your clit. "Oh, Chris," you sighed, letting your eyes flutter shut for a moment as he repeated that a few times, licking slowly, deliberately, and delicately.

"You taste so fucking good," he rasped, one hand resting on your lower stomach as he worked on you with his mouth.

You were almost caught off guard by how dominant he was and the way he was speaking to you. He was always somewhat professional when he came over - "No, ma'am," "Yes, ma'am." You certainly hadn't heard him talk dirty before, and you loved it. It made you think that maybe he'd been fantasizing about this as long as you had.

He teased you some more, flattening his tongue and softly flicking it over your sensitive bud, lapping you up. His gaze flickered up at you, his blue eyes meeting yours as he closed his lips down around your bundle of nerves, suckling on it. Your toes curled as he hummed against your heat, his lips vibrating against your clit. You whimpered, running your long fingernails through his hair, gently tugging on it.

"You're doing so fucking good," he purred against you, alternating between licking and sucking. You felt him circle your entrance with a finger before pushing it in, making your jaw drop in response.

"Chrissss," you hissed, feeling yourself tighten around his knuckle. He chuckled against your cunt at your body's response before slipping in another finger. He doubled his efforts, using a combination of his tongue and fingers, making you cry out. He glanced up at you a moment, his blue eyes boring through you, sending an electrifying feeling through you.

"Your husband do it like this?" He wondered aloud, making your stomach swirl with arousal.

"That's not very nice. To ask about my husband in a situation like this," you teased him, shooting him a wicked little grin.

"Sorry," he half-heartedly apologized. "But does he?" He asked again, curiosity getting the best of him.

It turned you on even more to know that your husband was on his mind, like he was competing with him even if he wasn't there, hoping he was doing an even better job than your man could.

"Not quite like that," you replied breathlessly.

"What a shame. Guess it's a good thing I'm here. To show you how it's properly done." A mischevious smile curled on his lips before he went back to devouring you.

You could feel heat rushing to your cheeks. You'd never felt so flustered by someone younger than you.

The coil in your stomach grew tighter, threatening to snap at any moment. He continued to drive his long fingers into you, his skillful tongue drawing tight, small circles over your clit while he suckled on it.

You started to come undone, your body trembling beneath his touch, his seductive eyes locked onto yours the entire time as he finger-fucked you and licked you through your first orgasm of the day, his name uncontrollably rolling off the tip of your tongue over and over again.

"Look at what a mess we made," he smirked up at you, slurping up every last drop of your arousal.

He retreated from between your legs, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his hard on more prominent than ever through his swim shorts.

"Come here," you cooed, shooting him a wicked grin. You hooked your manicured fingernails in his waistband, pulling him closer by the material. "Let me take care of you now."

He licked his lips and eagerly nodded, his face softening into a more submissive expression. You ran your long, pink nails over his length through the fabric, making it twitch under your touch. A smile curled on your lips at the reaction.

He looked down at you, his blue eyes full of desire. He watched intently as you lowered his waistband, his cock springing out enthusiastically. Your eyes widened when you saw how long and thick it was. You wrapped your fingers around his shaft, starting to stroke him while admiring his swollen pink tip that was slick with a layer of precum. "It's so big," you commented.

He blushed, biting down on his lip to hold back a whimper, eagerly waiting for what you were going to do next.

You kept stimulating him with your hand, gently brushing your thumb over his tip, drawing out more of that clear fluid that made the head look so shiny. He shuddered under your touch, his cock throbbing in your grasp. You couldn't resist not tasting it any longer.

He parted his luscious lips, letting out a soft exhale as you dragged your tongue over his slit, savoring his salty flavor. You pulled back his length, exposing the underside of his cock and licking a long stripe from the base to the head, tracing a prominent vein.

His hand immediately found the back of your head, his fingers tangling themselves in your hair as you took his tip into your mouth, wrapping your lips around it and gently sucking on it. He felt like he was in heaven.

"Oh, my god," he whimpered, his gaze flickering between your pretty eyes and your soft, wet mouth. "Please don't stop."

You continued to pump your hand back and forth as you took more of him, your lips sliding down his length and your tongue circling his tip. He pinned his eyebrows together, contorting his face in a look of sheer pleasure as you took every inch of him. He tightened his grip on your hair, his lips curving into a satisfied smile.

"Your husband is a very lucky man," he commented, his glazed over eyes locked on yours. "It's never felt this good before."

His flattery turned you on all over again. Hearing that he'd never had it this good before invigorated you. You doubled your efforts, hollowing out your cheeks, sucking a bit harder, your soft tongue grazing every ridge and every vein as you continued your ministrations.

You hummed around his cock, the vibration sending an electric feeling through his lower half and making him moan. You kept going, bobbing your head back and forth and twisting your wrist on the upstroke, adding an extra layer to the sensation.

Chris slowly started to lose his composure, the knot is his stomach pulling tighter. His breaths became ragged, the sloppy wet sounds of your mouth mixing with his desperate moans.

You prayed that your neighbors weren't outside to hear, all of them completely aware your husband was out on business and that today was pool cleaning day. It wouldn't have taken a detective to connect the dots.

He gently tugged on your hair, pulling you all the way down onto his cock, making you gag a bit, his hips stuttering involuntarily at the feeling. He tossed his head back, pinning his eyes closed, pleasure inscribed into his features. His orgasm crashed over him, his cock twitching uncontrollably between your lips, painting your tongue silky white.

A guttural moan fell from his lips, the aftershocks still coursing through him as you slowly and gently stroked him through the sensation, slurping up and swallowing every last drop. He peered back down at you, his eyelashes fluttering open as he silently wondered to himself if he were dreaming.

"Wow," was all he could utter once you pulled off him with a pop, giving him a teasing smirk.

"Want some more lemonade?" You asked him, glancing over at his nearby empty glass.

He nodded. "I'd love some, ma'am. Please."

You gave him a little wink, not buying his little polite and innocent facade after what he'd done to you, and what he'd let you do to him. "Be right back." You waltzed inside, completely naked, your bikini still in a pile by the pool ledge.

You came back out with a fresh glass, and Chris gulped it down eagerly, feeling parched from how many fluids you'd drained him of.

Sure, the both of had already cum, but you weren't finished with him quite yet.

Moments later, you had him completely naked, leaning back on your lounge chair as you straddled him, lining his tip up with your entrance. He peered down at the way you slipped it in, his jaw dropped and his blue eyes full of lust.

"Oh, my god," he moaned, throwing his head back as he felt your warmth envelope him. You sunk down onto his length, the wonderful stretch causing your walls to flutter around him.

"It's so big," you cooed again, sitting all the way down on it until every inch was inside of you. He throbbed at your compliment, a word he loved hearing in relation to his cock.

"Bigger than your husband's?" He piped up, his blue eyes locked onto yours.

"Christopher," you replied, smirking at him as you placed a finger to his lips, teasing him. "That's not a very polite question."

"I-I'm sorry," he whimpered beneath you as you started to ride him, swiveling your hips in a way that left his head feeling completely empty.

You wouldn't admit it, but he was bigger.

His eyes dropped to your breasts bouncing in front of him as you started to pick up the pace, his hand involuntarily flying up to cup the right one. His other hand found your waist, enjoying every second of your warmth and the sweet sounds of your pussy sucking him in.

He'd only ever experienced you like this in dreams and in his fantasies. He couldn't believe he was actually inside of you while you bounced on his cock, drawing him closer and closer to the point of no return.

All he could think about was how incredible your pussy felt wrapped around him, and all he could bring himself to mutter were unintelligible moans as you started to bring him to the edge, riding him like your life depended upon it.

"Gonna cum," he mumbled, throbbing inside of you, about to bust at any moment.

You continued bouncing on him, peering down at his rosy cheeks and his desperate and fucked out expression. He looked beautiful.

"I-I can't hold on. Gonna cum," he warned again, gripping your waist tightly with both of his hands like he was trying to lift you off of him despite how incredible it felt. "Gotta pull out."

"Shhh, just let go," you hushed him, slowing down a bit and exaggerating the movement of your hips, your walls massaging his most sensitive spots. "I don't want you to pull out."

That was all he needed. That little bit of permission. He held your hips in place, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as he thrusted into you from underneath, the tip of his cock hitting all your hard-to-reach places.

"Oh, Chris!" You called out as he pounded into you, taking charge as you both came undone in unision.

You clenched around him as you finished, the sensation sending him over the edge seconds after. His cock pulsated, several spurts of cum squirting out of his tip and pumping you full, moans spilling from his lips.

He looked up at you through his dazed expression, completely breathless before burying his face in your breasts, his arms wrapped around your waist. "Wow," he mumbled into your soft skin. "That was amazing."

You placed a hand gently on the back of his head, softly ruffling his hair as you held him, still sitting on his cock as it still subtly twitched inside of you. "You did so good."

Before you were their friend, you were a fan. You knew about the edits, the fanfic, the places on the internet where no one would reasonably think one of their friends would be.

What kind of ‘friend’ watches that kind of edit? What kind of ‘friend’ reads smut? A perverted one. Of that, you were certain.

You knew it was messed up to lay in the bed of their guest room, knuckles between your teeth, watching an edit with the sound so low you can barely hear the audio. You knew the way your stomach flipped was something to be embarrassed of... but they didn’t have to know.

There was no reason you couldn’t ‘accidentally stumble across’ a few edits, like them from your secret fan account, and move along with your life. There was no reason you couldn’t hang out with them like nothing was out of the ordinary. Like you didn’t have the most massive, embarrassing crush on one of your best friends.

Of course, you may have made a mistake when Nick asked you your thoughts on making another “reacting to edits” video and you immediately told him you could ‘find’ some for them. It might have also been a mistake to send Nick the most out of pocket, absolutely diabolical edits you had in your collection. In your defense, it made great content.

The real problem came when fans noticed the way you blushed slightly during filming. As usual, the fans decided to take things way too far, coming up with all these theories about how you were “hardcore crushing on Matt” and “already had these edits saved.”

Fuck, they were observant.

Regardless, it hadn’t mattered too much to any of you. People were always going to speculate, and most of the time you honestly found it funny.

Which leads you to now. You phone face down on the bed, your eyes wide and face a shameful shade of red as Matt stands in front of you. He had knocked, but hadn’t given much thought to the fact that you could have been changing or something. He had just turned the knob and cracked the door slightly, causing your phone to flip a little too quickly.

He raised an eyebrow at your flustered state.

“Didn’t mean to… interrupt anything,” he said, fighting the small smirk that was pulling at his mouth. “Nick and Chris wanted us to know that they’re gonna be a couple more hours at the party, but they wanna know if they should grab us something for dinner.”

You laugh nervously, internally kicking yourself since he hadn’t made any sort of joke.

“I, uh— Yeah… Or, I mean— No, that’s okay. Tell them I’m making dinner. They don’t have to worry about it.”

Pull yourself together, stupid bitch.

He only grinned softly.

“That’s sweet of you,” he said, coming to stand at the side of your bed. “You sure you’re not too busy sexting whoever the fuck you’re talking to?”

Your brows furrowed and your mouth twisted slightly.

“What? Ew, no, I’m not…” you sat up, pushing your hair out of your face. “It’s not like that. Like, at all. I’m not talking to anyone.”

“Oh yeah? What were you doing then?”

God, his stupid smirk was intoxicating.

“I’m not… doing anything.”

You really gotta learn to lie better.

“Hey, nothin’ to be ashamed of, sweetheart. Whoever you’re texting, that’s your business.”

Fuck him and his ridiculous fucking pet name that made your brain buzz.

“Matt, I’m not texting anyone.” Your voice comes out slightly frustrated, more insistent than before.

“Okay, alright… so what? You were watching edits on your secret account or something?” he laughs, clearly not taking the idea seriously.

Your face burns red. You should laugh, too. You should shake your head or roll your eyes or tell him it came up on its own. Something. Anything.

But instead, you just sit there, a deep shade of embarrassment creeping up your neck and into your face, blooming crimson.

His smile fades as he sees your expression.

“Lemme see.”

Your eyes dart to the side, but for some godforsaken reason, you hold out your phone to him. He takes it, fingers brushing yours as he notices the slight tremble in them.

An anxious feeling starts to build in your chest. He’s gonna hate you. He’ll tell his brothers. They’re all gonna hate you. Your heart pounds violently against your sternum.

“What’s your password, baby?”

You almost cried at the nickname. You felt shame well up behind your eyes, threatening tears.

Don’t you fucking dare cry. You can still play this off if you pull it together.

Still, though, you lifted your hand when he turned the phone around. You typed in the password like writing your last will and testament.

The minute the phone opened, you couldn’t help a small laugh escaping you at the ludicrous audio. Especially when he smirked and turned it up.

What an asshole.

You watched his eyes change, widening slightly at the mix of the suggestive clips with the downright lewd audio.

He chuckled at the edit, noticing the fact that you had already liked it. You felt like such a pervert.

“I think this one’s worse the ones you showed us last week. Something you wanna tell me?”

Your eyes watered again, wide and terrified as you shook your head.

“Hey, come on. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

You let out a shaky laugh.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m…” your voice trails off.

“{y/n}, no. I’m sorry, sweetheart, I shouldn’t have put you on the spot like that. I’m not mad, okay? You have nothing to be embarrassed about.”

You wanted to believe him… god, you did. But the heat in your face and lump in your throat made it nearly impossible.

You were trying to form a response, some tragic attempt to save your dignity, but then you felt a warm hand cupping your jaw, tilting your face up.

“Will you look at me, please?” his voice was tender but raw.

You meet his eyes, your jaw tightening as humiliation twisted into anger.

“Look, I’m sorry. Please don’t cry—”

“I’m fine, Matt,” you snap, harsher than you would have liked to. “I’m not fucking crying.”

“{y/n}, I didn’t—”

“Oh my god. Fuck off, will you?” His hand retreats as you pull away. “I’m not a child, and I’m not some girl who’s obsessed with you, alright?”

His eyes darken at your tone. This time, his hand comes up more firmly, your face held between his finger and thumb.

“You wanna try that again?”

Your face burns hotter, the gentleness in his voice still lingering, but no longer without an edge you had only heard from him vaguely with his brothers.

“You’re not gonna snap at me just because you’re embarrassed. How about you fucking talk to me instead of assuming shit, alright?”

That was all it took. Your lip quivers and tears spill out of your eyes, slipping quickly down your cheeks. You sniffle, trying to blubber out an apology before he stops you.

“I don’t want a ‘sorry,’ I want you to be honest about what you’re feeling.”

“I-I…”

“Say ‘Matt, I’m embarrassed.’ You can do it, honey, I know you can.”

You whimper slightly, utterly humiliated.

“Matt, I’m embarrassed…”

He releases your face, his hand moving to slide his fingers through your hair.

“I know, baby,” he coos, his thumb wiping away a tear. “I’m proud of you for telling me.”

God, this is the most shameful moment of your life, and the warmth between your legs only makes it worse.

He crouches down, meeting your eyes again and guiding your hand to his chest.

“Breathe with me.”

He guides you through a few slow breaths, your body starting to regulate itself.

“Good girl…”

Your thighs press together at that. God, what the fuck was wrong with you? You swallow hard, trying to get ahold of yourself yet again.

His eyes flicker down for a fraction of a second, but he doesn’t say anything.

“Talk to me,” he says casually, as if every part of this was normal.

“I don’t know what came over me. I just… fuck, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you. I was embarrassed and I don’t even know why.”

That part was a lie and you both knew it, but he said nothing, waiting for you to keep talking.

“I was worried you’d… think I have some kind of crush on you or something, and I just—”

“I know, baby.” He brings your hand up from his chest to his face, pressing his cheek into your palm. You feel the scruff of his stubble as he turns his head just enough to press a kiss to the inside of your wrist, his eyes never leaving yours.

You sniffle, your face still warm as your brain struggles to form a next thought, caught up entirely in the action.

“Matt…”

“You’re allowed to have a crush on me, baby.”

Your face burns even hotter, and you force out a nervous laugh.

“Don’t… say things like that, Matt, that’s not fair.”

His thumb glides over your knuckles, his eyes never leaving your face.

“How is that not fair?” He asks softly, his voice sounding lighter now, almost playful.

You turn back to see the grin on his face, and you can’t help the shy smile that appears on your own.

“Fuck you…” you mumble.

“Yeah, you would, wouldn’t you?”

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you. His eyes sparkled in a way that made your chest ache, the sight almost unbearable.

God, you loved that fucking smirk.

“So you like me, huh? For how long?”

You wanted to bury your face in his chest, especially when he sat up and leaned closer.

“Come on, baby. Use your words.”

The blush you had worked so hard to get rid of came back in an instant.

“Matt…” you groaned, hiding your face in your hands, your thighs pressed tightly together.

His eyes softened, his hands coming up to gently pry yours away from your face.

“Look, I like you, too, alright? Talk to me.”

Your eyes shot up to meet his, searching his every expression for some hint of a joke or a lie.

“You do?”

“So you do like me…”

You smack his chest and he laughs, catching your hands.

“I’ll have you know,” he tilts his head teasingly, “that I actually do happen to like you, too, so quit being a baby about it and fess up.”

You give up on your useless attempts to suppress a smile. You laugh softly, and he laughs, too, climbing up onto the bed and sitting beside you.

“I knew it!”

“Okay, okay! Fucking… fine. Yes, I like you. There. Happy now, asshole?”

He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into a hug, practically tackling you onto the bed before getting up.

“Since when?”

“Since… before we met?” You admit quietly. “Obviously I knew who you were, and… I mean, obviously I was already kinda a fan.”

“Oh, so you were a Matt girl, huh?”

You rolled your eyes playfully.

“Actually, I started out as a Chris girl, thank you very much.”

He raises an eyebrow, amusement and jealousy swirling in his eyes as he tries to figure out if you’re joking or not, but you give nothing away.

“You’re such a fucking tease, you know that?”

You chuckle, shoving his shoulder slightly as he leans closer, pressing his forehead to yours in a way that feels more childish than tender.

Your hand finds his shoulder and you blush as his eyes flicker down to your lips.

“Matt…”

“What, you’re about to tell me not to ruin the friendship?”

You’re silent for a moment. You know you should pause. You know what getting involved with him could mean for your friendship with him and his brothers. You know what it could mean for your career.

You also know how the heat radiating off his body feels, and how his hands feel around your waist.

“Matt…”

He doesn’t push closer, his eyes watching your expression for any discomfort.

“Is this… okay?” His voice is softer, now.

All you can manage is a nod, your gaze softening.

“Can I…” the faintest blush appears on his cheeks, as if he’s suddenly shy about the circumstances.

“Can I kiss you?”

Your smile widens, the crinkles around your eyes showing.

“Yes… please.”

His brows knit together, and he looks cocky and broken all at once. “Please?”

You nod, knowing in any other moment you would have been embarrassed by it.

“Please, Matt.”

He sighs, his eyes fluttering closed. He leaned closer, his nose brushing yours and his lips just centimeters from your mouth. His accent was evident, utterly Bostonian, lips brushing yours as he spoke.

“You don’t gotta beg, baby.”

He kissed you. His lips pressed against yours, steady and certain, and you felt the tension in your body melt.

When he finally pulled away, there was a smile still lingering on his face.

“You wanna show me what you were watching again, sweetheart?”

“Not really,” you laugh softly, blushing.

“Aw, come on, baby. I’m just curious…”

You sigh, rolling your eyes playfully as you pull up the video again. He stands and runs a hand through your hair, keeping the screen in front of your face when you try to turn in towards him.

“I changed my mind,” he says softly. “You watch the screen while I watch your pretty face, mkay?”

You nod and let the video play. It makes your face turn red, but you swipe to the next one, knowing it could be just as filthy.

You blush harder and bite your lip, and Matt’s hand moves to cup your cheek. You release your bottom lip from your teeth, and nod thumb moves to glide across it, so spreading your spit like a gloss.

“Atta girl, baby… Just keep those pretty eyes on the screen. Such a dirty fucking mind, huh?”

You whine and nod, brows knit.

“Mhm…”

You’re not even really paying attention to the edits anymore, instead set on getting the ache between your legs to subside.

“You want something to suck on, angel?”

Your eyes widen slightly and snap up to him, a hint of worry in your expression. As hot as Matt was, sucking dick had never really been your thing. Typically, you kinda hated it.

“I-I, um…”

“Woah, hey, no big deal. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, baby. We can take things slow.”

Your face burned hot, but you were relieved he wasn’t asking for anything you weren’t ready for.

“You… Were you gonna ask me to…?” your voice trailed off.

“I was gonna ask how you’d feel about me putting my fingers in your mouth.”

A faint pink dust settles on his cheeks, and your eyes light up slightly.

“Oh, your fingers? I thought…” You stopped the train of thought. “Yes please, actually.”

“Are you sure? We don’t have to—”

“I want to,” you insist. “I don’t really like giving head, but as long as I’m not choking on your fingers, I’d… really like having them in my mouth.”

Your voice got quiet at the end, but you forced yourself to finish the thought.

He raised an eyebrow. “Head? {y/n}, I hope you know I’m not the kind of guy to ask for you to suck me off with at least a little foreplay, first.”

You laughed softly, despite knowing it wasn’t a joke. He leans down and presses a kiss between your eyes, his thumb returning to where it belonged on your lip.

“Open for me, sweetheart.”

You comply without a second thought. He pulls your bottom lip down and slides two fingers into your mouth. They trail back slowly, stopping when your throat threatens to close up and pulling back just an inch.

“Suck,” he murmured, his eyes dark and locked onto your mouth.

Once again, you do what he says. For a moment, you take a mental check of how your body feels, and realize that for the first time, your body feels truly at ease in this scenario. Your heart was beating steady, but you weren’t in fight or flight. You weren’t shaky or hazy, just warm and happy with your mouth filled. He wasn’t pushing in to watch you choke or focused solely on getting his cock into your mouth.

He was watching you warmly, his eyes soft and adoring, brows pinched as his other hand brushed your hair back.

“You’re so pretty f’me, angel.”

Your heart rate picked up slightly, a small smile tugging at your lips around his fingers. He wasn’t waiting for a show, wasn’t hoping you’d whine or moan like something out of a porno.

“You like this?”

You nodded, no longer minding the way your cheeks heated up.

“You better not keep looking at me like that,” he grinned softly. “I might start getting other ideas.”

You took your mouth off his fingers and he removed them, wiping the spit onto his jeans like it didn’t bother him.

“Ideas like what?” you smiled shyly, propping yourself up on your hands behind you.

His eyes trailed over you, burning with desire and caution all at once.

“You said you’re not interested in giving head, and that’s fine by me, but…” he rubs the back of his neck. “Was that action specific, or are you just wanting to take things slow in general?”

You smirked slightly, unable to help a small laugh.

“Are you asking to fuck me or something?”

“Would you… let me?”

His response came out quickly and made you raise your eyebrows. You couldn’t deny that you wanted him to. Actually, it was more than that. You didn’t just want him to fuck you.

You wanted Matt to make love to you. You wanted a slow descent, warm and gentle. You wanted tenderness and care and patience. You wanted to feel loved, even if the word would never leave your lips. You wanted him to hold you.

“I would,” you said softly, like it was a casual admission. “Only if you promised to be patient with me, though. It’s been a while, and I…I want it to be more than a quick fuck.”

His expression shifted into something tender and wild all at once as he crawled over you onto the bed, kissing up your jaw with a smirk on his lips.

“Yeah? You wanna be more than just my fucktoy for the night, angel?”

You blushed hard, not used to hearing him talk like that.

“M-Matt…”

“Relax, needy, I’m not interested in a one-night, either. I want you, okay? You’re my best friend, and I’m not fucking around with this one.”

His forehead met yours again, but this time it is tender, his hand finding your side.

“And between you and me, I’m not sure ‘girlfriend’ is enough, but it seems like a pretty good fucking place to start, if you’ll let me.”

Your eyes widened, the warmth in your chest spreading like a wildfire.

“You… want me to be your girlfriend.”

“For now,” he mumbled, eyes darting over your features. “Then maybe in a couple years you’ll let me put a ring on it?”

You blushed furiously and laughed, shaking your eyes in disbelief.

“Matt…”

“I mean it!”

“Save the crazy talk for after you’ve fucked me, okay?” He grinned at that.

“Why, so you can have something to blame it on besides the fact that you’re my best friend and I’m not losing you?”

You let out a shaky breath, your eyes closed.

“Hey, look at me.”

You opened your eyes and he tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“Tell me you want it. Not just the sex. Tell me you want the late nights, and the laughing about nothing, and the arguing over stupid shit and making up for it later, and the dates, and the stupid fucking fans not minding their goddamn business.”

Your eyes softened and you open your mouthed to speak, but he started talking again.

“Tell me you want every fucking thing I have to offer you, even though it’s not much and some of it is shitty.”

You didn’t hesitate this time.

“Matt, I want it. I want all of it.”

He leaned down and kissed you deeply, more hungry than he had before. You hummed against his mouth as his tongue glided across your bottom lip and you let your jaw slack, letting his tongue in.

He kissed you senseless, until your hips were mindlessly grinding against his thigh.

“Fuck, baby, you need something?”

You nodded furiously, your hands trailing down to his belt buckle. He chuckled and caught your hands gently.

“You do know we still have a few hours before Nick and Chris get home, right? If that’s all you wanting, that’s fine, but if you’re okay with being patient for me…” His eyes trailed down to where your thighs were squeezing his.

Can I eat you out?” His voice came out husky, eyes dark as they found yours again.

Your breath hitched but you nodded.

“Words, baby,” he mumbled, his hand already sliding down to grip your thigh.

“Yes,” you practically breathed.

He kissed down your neck and along your collarbone before moving down and undoing your jeans.

“You tell me if you need to stop, okay? Any time, any reason, you just let me know.”

You nodded again but quickly remembered his words.

“I will.”

“Good girl,” he kissed your stomach where your shirt had hitched up just a sliver. He slid down your jeans, carefully pulling them all the way off before running his hands up your thighs.

He pressed a kiss to your clothed cunt and it made your hips squirm slightly. He chuckled, bringing his thumb up to tease you as he spoke.

“Sensitive, huh? You need it that bad?”

“Shut up…”

He smirked, looking a little smug.

“I’m sorry, who’s running this shit, baby?”

You smirked right back, giving a casual shrug.

“You’re the one who asked for this. It’s my pussy, remember?”

He grunted at the vulgar word dripping from your tongue like honey.

“As if I could fucking forget. You have any idea what you do to me, sweetheart?”

“Show me.”

He groaned, pressing his open mouth to your panties, his fingers slipping under the seems before he quickly tugged them off and discarded them.

He licked at your folds and sucker at your clit, spurred on by the small whimpers leaving your throat and the way your hips twitched.

“M-Matt…”

“You’re okay, baby. Just enjoy it. Don’t worry about sounding pretty for me, just let yourself feel it and cum when you need to. I could lay here all fucking night.”

You weren’t sure how long it actually was, though you were certain it was nowhere near the hours he had offered. You let your thighs squeeze and hips buck when they needed to, trying to focus on your breathing. You made some sounds, but most of your moans came out as sighs and gasps, instead.

After a few minutes, you felt the tightness in your lower stomach, the heat filling your core and causing your face to flush.

You knew you were getting closer, but your bra felt uncomfortable against under your shirt and it made it harder to focus, so you ached just enough to peel off your shirt. You tried to fumble with your bra but the angle made it harder, and you were relieved when Matt noticed, pulling the bra down and making it easier for you. He groaned against your clit as your tits fell loose, causing you to whine.

He ate like a starving man, desperate and entirely enthralled in the feeling of you against his tongue. His eyes were glued to your face and the way your hands squeezed and kneaded your breasts, his own hand coming up to grope them over yours.

Your ankles crossed over his shoulders, digging into his back slightly as your back arched. You knew the faces you were making were likely atrocious, your jaw clenched and eyes screwed shut, but you couldn’t be bothered to care anymore.

You shook rather violently as you nearer your peak, but his hands held your hips firmly in place.

“Matt… Matt— Oh fuck, Matt,” You whined and moaned.

“I know, baby. Give it up to me. Whenever you’re ready, baby, I’m right here.”

It was only a few seconds later that you finally did finish. You came all over his face, a rather embarrassing amount, you’ll admit, but Matt lapped up every drop he could. By the time you had settled, his face was glistening and his eyes were hazy, almost as fucked out as you were.

“God, you’re perfect,” he muttered, wiping his chin on his arm before crawling up to kiss you.

You kissed you slow, his arms wrapped around you and his weight pressing you into the mattress.

“Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he mumbled against your mouth.

You were still catching your breath when he pulled out his phone, typing something.

“What are you…?”

“I’m telling Nick to stop somewhere and get us dinner. You can cook for us another night.”

You hummed in acceptance, your eyes already sleepy.

“Do you still need help? I can—”

“No need, baby. I’m alright.”

Your brows furrowed and you were about to protest but he chuckled and kissed your forehead.

“I came in my pants like a teenager, alright? There, now we’ve both been embarrassed tonight.”

You laughed softly, amused but also secretly finding it hotter than you’d like to admit.

“I still want you to fuck me properly,” you mumble sleepily.

“I’ll set an alarm for us to wake up with plenty of time before Chris and Nick get home. We’ll see how you feel, then.”

You snuggle into him, enjoying the scratchy feeling of his stubble against your shoulder.

“I’ve got the rest of my life to fuck you how you deserve. You need to rest.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you had to bite back a grin.

“See? Now, I can blame the sex.”

He lifted his head, eyes meeting yours with every ounce of love and adoration.

his cock was constantly hitting your g-spot as you continue bouncing on him on an unholy fast pace. his fingers digging into your hips, definitely making marks that neither of you cared about right now, as he looks down at the way your pussy was sucking him in. "holy shit... you really fuckin' love this, huh?" his tongue clicks against his teeth as he makes eye contact with you again, making you moan in response.

you run your hand through his hair, gripping it and tilting his head back slightly so you'd have a better look on the way his headband was fitting him. "you just— look so hot... oh fuck--" another whine leaves your lips as your hand travels to the back of his neck. your legs starting to grow more and more tired, chris catching the way your body stuttered and he slightly starts guiding you while still holding your hips, "c'mon, ma... y're doin' so good f'me... so fuckin' good..."

his words only make you moan more as you grab onto his shoulders to stabilize a little. your eyes roam all over his face, his flushed cheeks, pink swollen from previous making out session lips, the way his headband wasn't keeping his hair from getting messy. he looked so scrumptious, you'd literally devour him if you could.

"goddamn... wouldn't think it'd have such an effect on ya...-" his words followed by a groan as he feels you squeezing around him. chris was in pure ecstasy, completely hypnotized of you on top of him like this with your mouth wide open and eyebrows knitted together. the pleasure on your face was slowly sending him over the edge. "i fuckin' love the way you feel around me..."

"chris—" you moan out fighting with the urge to close your eyes. you just had to be looking at him, seeing his face and how the headband perfectly held his hair. "i know baby... i know." he almost hisses when you clench around him again. he fucks his cock up into you, still holding your hips tight and rolling them onto him, seeing how your legs started to shake.

"such a good girl...f'me, yeah? riding me like this, doin' great job--- fuckkkk—" his head falls back against the back of the couch as your hips stutter again, "'m sorry, shit-" you mutter breathing heavily, your muscles burning from the constant bouncing, but chris continues thrusting into you and guiding your movements. "it's all good, ma, you doin' perfect on top of me like this...lookin' all fuckin' sexy-- jesus.." he groans, his eyes rolling back for a moment. he was getting lost in pleasure and his control literally slipped away completely as he started bouncing you on him hard, making you struggle to keep your balance and desperately gripping his shoulders, "--oh my.... oh my god, chris—" your walls convulse around him one more time and you moan loudly, not being able to keep your eyes open anymore as you come undone.

"shiiit— that's rightttt...my pretty girl..." your head fall down onto his shoulder as he growls, feeling how you milking him and it sends him over the edge as well, his dick twitches and you feel how warm cum spills into you. "fuckkkk—"

you catch your breath lifting up your head, met with his full of bliss eyes while he slowly guides your hips to stop. "holy fuck..." he licks his lips, brushing your hair out of your face, "y'could've told me sooner this shit turns you on... now at least i know what to wear if i wanna make you cum so hard on me."

a quiet chuckle leaves your lips as you take off his headband and put it on your own head, making chris's grin widen. "yeaaah, that's my girl."

you could be doing anything in the world and still see chris smiling out of the corner of your eye. right now, you happen to be organizing the books on your bookshelf in a very specific order. you have been at it for so long that your body is practically on autopilot and knows what to do without you having to put too much thought into it.

you are so focused on your task that you don’t hear the door creak open, or the sound of footsteps. chris stands just past the doorway, watching you with sparkles in his eyes. 

your brows furrow in concentration as you carefully align books, and the sight of it make him chuckle softly.

you jump, not having noticed he was there. you look up at him with wide eyes before huffing out an awkward laugh.

“sorry, i didn’t see you there. you scared me,” you say to him.

chris smiles warmly at you as he walks over and plops onto the floor next to you. “i didn’t mean to scare you, pretty.”

you lean in, pressing a quick peck to his cheek before continuing your task.

“reorganizing your books again?” he asks teasingly.

you smile. “yeah, i wanted to change it up.”

chris stays quiet, just watching with a dopey grin on his face. he doesn’t look away once. you can sense his eyes on you, but you continue what you’re doing. a small smile quirks at your lips under his gaze.

it takes a while, but you place the final book on your bookshelf. chris sat there quietly the whole time, letting you focus but just wanting to be near you.

when you pull your hand away, you turn to look at your boyfriend. to your surprise, he is still smiling at you with his sweet smile.

“why are you looking at me like that?” you try to act calm, but his smile is very contagious.

“you’re just so pretty, ma,” he says to you, placing a hand on top of yours.

your smile spreads to your eyes at the way he loves you out loud.

“you’re too good to me,” you tell him as you lean against him.

“mhh, i don’t think i’m good enough.” chris’s hand moves to run through your hair gently. he keeps looking down at you with so much love in his eyes.

“god, i love the way you look at me,” you whisper as you look up into his eyes.

chris leans down and presses a kiss to you lips. “i love you,” he says.

“i love you too, hun,” you reply.

You watched as Chris set up the scene. He was putting the camera in place as you watched. Admittedly, you were a little nervous, only because this was new to you. Being filmed in such a vulnerable position but Chris made it seem so easy. You'd watched him film before, just because you were curious and he said it was alright, although his fans got annoyed by how he kept looking off camera at you but still, you had seen him do this and he made it look incredibly easy, it just came naturally to him.

"Okay, so you're gonna lay on the bed and-" Chris stopped as he turned to face you, he took in your stance, arms crossed, like you were thinking. "Are you okay? You know baby, we don't have to do this, you don't have to do this," Chris said softly, walking over to you. He gently grabbed your arms, "I'm just nervous," you smiled at him, he smiled back. "Everyone's nervous their first time on camera, baby," Chris spoke softly, reassuringly, before reaching up to fix the cat ears placed on your head.

"I bet you weren't, mister superstar," you joked, smiling up at him. He couldn't help but smirk, shaking his head at you but god he loved how you inflated his ego. "You're right.. I've never been nervous in my life," he joked, giving you a wink making you giggle and shake your head. "Right, right." You said, looking over at the bed, "So.. where do I lay exactly?" You asked, you knew he said the bed but he could get particular about where, since the camera was placed specifically. "So, just lay in bed where you're comfortable, okay? I'll move the camera to where it's in the correct position. Just make yourself comfortable, okay?" Chris said, kissing your forehead before finally letting go of you.

You nodded, finally pulling off Chris's hoodie that you were wearing, leaving you in your black lingerie night gown, it stopped right above your mid thigh. Chris bit down on his bottom lip, watching as you crawled onto the bed, there was a soft jingle as you moved, a tiny bell attached to the black collar you wore. You got comfortable, head resting against the pillows. You made sure the cat ears were straight before you got relaxed. "Okay, I'm comfy," you smiled at Chris who was just staring at you, a dark, hungry look in his eyes. But still, he nodded, moving back over to the camera.

He adjusted the camera, making sure to get the perfect angle. "Gorgeous," Chris muttered under his breath as he stepped back. You blushed, giggling a little. "So.. want me to explain to you how it's gonna go or do you just wanna enjoy the ride?" Chris asked, looking at you from behind the camera. "I don't know.. how am i supposed to act? It's your channel. I'm not sure people wanna hear me moaning and shit.." you said, biting down on your bottom lip.

Chris smirked, "Oh no, no, baby, you're gonna be loud. I'm gonna make sure of it. It may be my channel but you know I want the whole world to hear how good I make you feel," Chris said, hitting the record button, the red light flashing on signaling it was recording. You nodded, heart racing as you realized the camera was recording now. You tensed slightly as Chris moved to the side of the bed.

"Don't get all shy on me now kitten.." Chris said as he knelt onto the bed, moving over to you slowly. He knelt at your side, his hand going to your thigh, he messaged the meat of your thigh for a moment before pulling your legs apart, making you spread them for the camera. Chris pushed up your black lacy night gown you wore, revealing your matching black lace panties. Chris growled softly, "Fuck.. you know exactly what i like kitten, don't you?" He asked, you nodded, looking up at him.

"You know how many girls would die to be in your place right now? Having me touch them like this.." Chris said, his hand moving down over your mound, down further over your clothed clit. His skilled fingers finding your clothed clit. You gasped, brows furrowing. "Oh.." you breathed out. Your legs almost closed but Chris used his free hand to pull your legs back open. "Be a good kitten, keep your legs open, show everyone what I'm doing," Chris said, his fingers continuing to circle and rub your clit.

He didn't add much pressure, no, he knew what you liked but he wanted you to beg for it. He never gave you anything easily. You groaned, reaching for his hand, "What is it kitten? Is it not enough? You know how to use your words," Chris smirked, his fingers digging into your thigh as he held it open. You whined, "p-please?" You asked, it wasn't much and Chris chuckled, shaking his head. "God, you're pathetic, kitten, come on, try harder," he said, his hand moving down to rub over your clothed pussy, still not giving you what you want.

"Please! Please can I have more? Please?" You begged and Chris just smiled and shook his head. "Pathetic little kitty," he cooed, but finally he pulled your panties down, throwing them to the side before pulling your legs back open. He wasn't going to let you hide. "Oh look at this pretty pussy," Chris said, both hands going down, spreading your pussy wide open making you whimper, turning away from the camera. Chris loved that, he could see you leaking, poor cunt twitching.

"Oh.. this pretty little thing is all mine.." Chris said, his middle finger dipping between your folds, gathering wetness. "God, no one else gets to feel how fucking wet you are, fucking soaking my fingers," Chris said, bringing the wetness up and spreading it over your throbbing clit. "This right here.. this is my favorite part," Chris said as he used his finger to circle your clit making you moan repeatedly. "That's it, you like that don't you kitten? Like when I focus on your little clit." Chris said, skilled fingers continuing to circle the bundle of nerves, driving you absolutely crazy.

"Love watching you clench around nothing, you're just begging to be filled up, aren't you kitty?" Chris said, his free hand spreading your lips again, showing the way you clenched around nothing. "F-fuck daddy- daddy-" you panted softly, back arching as you felt your orgasm building up. "Ah.. not yet kitty," Chris said as he pulled away, making you groan and slump back against the bed.

"B-but-" you started but Chris shook his head, "Nope. Who's in control here kitty?" Chris asked, you pouted, "You.." she said softly and Chris nodded proudly. "Good kitty," he praised, bringing his hands back down. He spread your cunt again, "Greedy little thing, isn't she? Just begging to be filled." Chris said as you groaned, covering your face with your arm. Chris chuckled, letting you hide your face.

"You know what I'm gonna call this video?" Chris asked as he got up, going to grab something. "What?" You whimpered, moving your arm to watch him. "Torturing my girlfriend." He smirked, your brows furrowed as you watched him grab a small makeup brush, one used to blend eye shadow. He came back to the bed, sitting beside you. "What're you-" you asked, "Just enjoy the ride, kitty." Chris smirked, bringing the makeup brush down between your legs.

Then you felt the smooth bristles run over your clit. Oh no. You cried out. It felt so good but not enough. It was torture, the way Chris kept softly running the soft bristles over your sensitive clit. You felt your orgasm building up, dangerously slow. "Oh- oh!" You arched your back, gripping the bed sheets as Chris gave an agonizingly slow brush over your clit. You were right on the edge, right there. Then Chris pulled away. "No! No! No!" You cried out, trying to close your legs but Chris held them open.

"I will tie you to this fucking bed, kitty. Stay still, keep your legs open." Chris said sternly. You were slightly shaking, tears brimming your eyes, wetting your lashes. Your knuckles white from your grip on the sheets. You glared at Chris but spread your legs like he said. "You hate this, don't you?" Chris smirked, you nodded, an angry look on your face but you didn't get bratty. "Good." Chris said, bringing the brush back over your clit, "Fuck!" You cried out desperately, hips raising to chase after the brush, trying to get the stimulation you need to cum.

Chris pushed your hips back down, "Kitty, if you wanna cum so bad why don't you just ask?" Chris said, running the brush back over your pulsing, swollen clit. "D-daddy, may i- may i please cum?" You asked, trying to keep it together. Chris chuckled, "No." He said making you want to scream and cry at him. "Why?!" You cried out as Chris brought the brush over your clit again, making you squirm as he pressed the bristles against your clit to the point it almost hurt.

"You have 10 seconds," Chris said, swirling the brush around your clit. Your eyes widened as he began to count down. "10... 9... 8... 7... 6..." You came hard, back arching, Chris held your legs open, continuing to use the brush on your clit as you squirmed and moaned and clenched around nothing. "Good kitty, good kitty," Chris praised, finally pulling the brush away. He tossed it to the side, doing his favorite thing in the world, which was spreading your cunt open for the camera to see. "Fuck.. look at that beautiful swollen clit.. just wanna devour you baby.." Chris said.

You glared at him, making him chuckle. He got up, turning off the camera. "Good job baby," Chris smiled, grabbing you a water bottle that he had on the side. "You're evil." You said, moving to sit up on shaking arms. "Hey, I asked if you wanted to know and you didn't answer so..." Chris said, walking back over to you, handing you the water bottle. You took it, drinking from it. "Next time, I'll ask." You said. "Oh, so there's a next time?" Chris smirked. "Don't push it." You glared at him.