My Wonderland Mind

Gentle, soothing notes float through the apartment, setting the atmosphere for a serene escape from the outside world. The music is to help relax the mind, calm anxiety, and reduce stress. Matt is the complete opposite. 

He shivers as your hands trail slowly up his thighs, deft fingers pressing firmly against his skin, the tension releasing under your touch. Matt slowly fists his hands in the sheets, hoping you don’t notice the motion. He grits his teeth, swallowing thickly, his eyes squeezing shut as he tries to focus on mediating. 

This shouldn’t be happening, he has more control than this. You offered to work out the knots scattered along the muscles in his body. Offered to release the tension building up that was making his muscles tight. Offered to dig your fingers into the pinched nerve by his shoulder blade, to massage it out and leave him relaxed and a puddle on your table.

Instead, your offer has the opposite effect. His body is slowly winding tight again, and each time you move, your scent assaults his senses. Matt barely parts his lips just to get a taste, to drink in the elixir of your body, mixed with your skillful hands, your pressure just right.

You switch from your hands in one smooth motion to your forearm, slowly moving back from his knee, up his thigh, close to his hip. He can’t stop the slight jump once you reach his hip, a spot sensitive to him.

You lick your lips, a notion Matt knew you didn’t even realize. Suddenly all he could think of was tasting you. Tasting the coffee off your tongue, wanting to kiss you so fiercely, so deeply, as he trailed his own finger down the curves of your body, mapping you out when your skin breaks out in shivers, those little goosebumps telling him you were his, and his only. How you would moan so prettily into his mouth, grip his hair as his fingers slipped under your pants, under those silk panties with the lace sides you were wearing.

How wet you would be just from the lightest touch. How decadent you would taste, smell, feel under his body. How he would hitch your leg to his hip, spreading your legs just enough so he could slowly massage-

“Matt?”

Matt inhaled sharply, abruptly breaking out of his thoughts, blinking his eyes open to the shadowy burnt orange of your form. He cleared his throat, shifted and froze. How haven’t you noticed yet?

“You doing okay?” Your gentle voice is laced with concern. “Your muscles are kinda fighting me right now. That could hurt you if you don’t relax for me.”

Relax for me. 

He shivers again. Relax for me. He breathes in slowly, which turned out to be a very bad idea, since you were now hovering over him. Soft puffs of air clouding his clarity. When he exhales, it’s with a deep growl you may or may not be able to hear, the devil within him flashing his desire to have you.

“Matthew? Do you need me to stop?”

God, he feels so bad, feels so guilty. This is your job. This is something you come home from complaining about some creep. But, this is different right? If Matt doesn’t call attention to his own…desires, if he doesn’t do or say anything, you’ll continue. Right? Go on doing your job professionally like you always do.

“I-” He has to clear his throat again, his voice rough and low. “I’m f-fine, sweetheart. Please don’t stop.” God, please don’t ever stop. “I’m good.”

You lay your left hand over his under the sheets. Your right brushes his hair off his sweaty forehead, Matt nearly moaning with your fingers lightly massaging his scalp.

“You sure?”

He nods, not trusting his voice. Maybe you haven’t noticed because you had turned the lights down for your benefit, and your sheets, according to you, were a darker color. He shifts minutely, biting his lip because the soft fabric of the sheet rubbed him just right. Fuck, he was so hard, and you had barely begun touching him, only ten minutes in. 

“Take a deep breath. Relax for me, Matt,” You whisper, rubbing his arm. 

He can’t even do that, breathing in deeply will just make his senses spiral further, make the sheets shift once more. You suddenly tilt your head, your eyebrows pulling together in a confused frown. 

He knows the instant you notice. 

“Oh,” You gasp softly. “ Oh .”

“I lied. Let's stop. I can just get off now and you never have to offer another massage ever again.” Matt rambles, his cheeks hot and flushed, trying to sit up. Your hand on his chest halts him.

“So you want to get off alone, or-”

The words take a moment to make sense to him. He takes another breath, then stops. Your scent changes then, as if you were holding back from being just as turned on as him. The sweet tang of you fills the air around him, Matt nearly pulling you on the table himself just to taste you.

“You-” He begins, baffled that this could also be something you were interested in. “I-”

“Matthew,” You interrupt softly, your thumb stroking along his cheek. “Do you want this?”

He bites his lip hard, nearly opening the healing cut on his lip. Your thumb gently tugs his lip from his teeth before he can.

“Matt, answer me, honey. Do you want this?”

He shudders, nodding. “Y-yes, fuck yes. But- isn’t this- don’t you hate when this happens? It’s-it’s illegal-”

“Not with you,” You tell him gently. You kiss his eyebrow before you continue. “I trust you, you trust me. We’re in a relationship. In our home, and you aren’t paying for this. That’s called prostitution. You’re a lawyer, don’t you know this?”

That pulls a laugh out of him, Matt finally calming down just enough to regain his breath. He fumbles his hand out from under the sheet, finding your fingers to tangle together. 

“I didn’t mean for this to happen.” He confesses, slightly embarrassed as he kisses your knuckles.

“I don’t mind,” You reassure him. “It’s kind of hot, but only because it’s you.” You accept his kiss when he leans forward, close to the edge of the table.  “Lay back down” You command softly, a hint of dominance in your voice. “Let me take care of you.”

Matt immediately follows your order, though not without pulling you in until your lips hover back over his. “You always take care of me.”

You kiss him sweetly on the mouth, Matt wasting no time in licking your lips and begging for a taste. You allow him to do so, pulling a soft moan from him when he can taste your arousal on your tongue. You pull back, teeth nipping lightly at his bottom lip, eliciting another growl from him.

You move your mouth to his chin, kissing the scar there before trailing your lips along his jaw. “As do you, more than you know. Now, relax.”

This time Matt forces himself to do so, inhaling deeply for a few counts before he nods. You go back to his leg, still draping the sheet along the crease of his hip. You begin with the same movement you did earlier, a slow effleurage of your hands up his thigh. You repeat the motion three times, with each pass your fingers reach higher, further past the sheet. Matt shivers again in anticipation, licking his lips to calm himself- if he was embarrassed about getting hard in the first place, coming incredibly fast would be more so.

Your hands slowly dip under the sheet, gently trailing your touch over his inner thigh, no pressure, just a simple affectionate touch that leaves him twitching. It’s one of the many spots on his body you adore, love to leave the area littered with bites and kisses. Unfortunately your touch moves away, back down his leg in a relaxing wave motion.

When you reach his ankle, you start back up, the hairs of his leg slick with the unscented oil you’re using. A startled gasp leaves his lips as your fingers brush against the base of his cock, your touch hot and soft as you move to delicately stroke over his balls. Matt moans in his throat, fisting the sheets beneath him as his heart races.

You exhale a shuddering breath as you repeat the motion, adding a little more pressure. The air is quickly heating up, and with it, the scent of how wet you’re becoming, soaking into the fabric of your underwear.

“Ah,” Matt gasps again. “Y-you’re enjoying this too, huh?”

When you chuckle it's raspy, low and sultry. “Very much. I don’t think you know how hot this is right now.”

“Trust me, I know.” He smirks, slipping his hand out under the sheet to lightly tap your ass.

“Ah-ah. Did I say you could touch me?” You reprimand lightly. “If you behave, D. I’ll let you taste to your heart’s desire.”

Matt arches slightly as your hand briefly cups his balls and massages once. Then you abruptly take your touch away.

“I-fuck.” He nearly chokes, sweating breaking along his forehead. “I’ll behave.”

“That’s a good boy,” You tease.

He trembles at that, groaning because god does he just want to feel you all over him. He’d do anything to keep you touching him. His hand finds the sheet again, twisting the fabric tightly. You slowly pull down the upper half of the sheet covering his chest, making sure to drag the fabric over his nipples, down his abs before you lift it off completely. The temperature of the air wasn’t much different but the slight coolness with the removal of the sheet has Matt’s hips twitching up.

Through his own loud breathing, he hears your heart skip, hears the way your teeth catch the skin of your bottom lip.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” You murmur, your hands resting on his chest.

Before Matt can respond, you drag your blunt nails down his chest, dipping over each abdominal muscle, to the cut of his hips. He releases a long moan, panting, yearning for your hands to wrap around his cock to just give him some form of relief. Instead, your hands split, going down each leg this time. Matt spreads his legs wider as you lean over, carefully avoiding his cock when you start to knead at his other leg.

You continue to torture him in the best possible way. Keeping your movements slow, teasing, just little grazes and brushes over his ball, the base of his cock, never enough pressure to release the tension building up.

He’s panting, chest heaving, whimpers and broken pleas escaping his mouth by the time you finally, finally give him more. He’s sure he’s leaving rips and holes in your sheets from how tight his grip is. When you lean over again, the soft fabric of your shirt, the nudge over his cock from your breasts, nearly has Matt breaking his promise not to touch you.

You change your position just slightly, moving from the side of his hip to the end of the table. There you place each hand on his legs, moving up his shins, over his knees, pressing down on his thighs. 

“Fuck, sweetie, please.” Matt begs. His skin on fire, his breathing harsh, feeling so close to coming and you’ve barely started.

A small whimper of your own couldn’t be contained when you bit your lip again. “Jesus, Matt,” You purred, your fingers rubbing little circles over the crease of his thighs. Your thumbs graze closer and closer to his cock. “You’re doing so good for me. Didn’t know I could make the Devil fall apart like this.”

His chuckle turns into a choked moan as your hand cups his balls. “F-fuck. Y-yes you…did. God, your hands.”

You hum lightly, massaging his balls with one hand as the other finally wraps around his cock. Matt can’t help but arch off the table when your fingers trail up his cock to the head, catching the precum that had been dripping for a while now. He keens the moment you apply the slightest pressure just under the head of his cock, massaging your fingertips over and over along the ridge.

“Not by doing this. Glad to find something new you seem to enjoy.”

Matt can barely hear you, your words muffled by the rushing in his ears. Drowned out by the loud rhythmic beating of his heart, by the volume of his own moans. If you kept it up, if you kept with the perfectly pressured motions of your amazing fingers, he wasn’t going to last. Quickly approaching the brink of an orgasm all due to your simple touch.

There’s a pair of soft lips against his mouth, swallowing his moans and whimpers as your hand moves back down to meet the other one. Matt can’t help it, he lets go of the sheet, his hand hooking around the back of your neck to bring you closer, his tongue sliding against yours. You allow it for a few moments, before you grip his wrist, taking his hand off you to firmly press his wrist to the table above his head.

Your other hand leaves his cock. “Be a good boy, D. Just a little longer.” Then you brush your thumb over his lip, his own precum overpowering the bland taste of the oil, but god does it make him moan again.

“You’re so pretty like this,” You praise, kissing his cheek before you move away again, leaving his hand where it is.

He whimpers your name when your hand finds his cock again. His chest hitching on choked breaths, one hand massaging his balls, the other gliding up and down the hard wet line of his cock. Twisting and squeezing perfectly, your fingers lingering at his tip, dipping and teasing and pressing to his most sensitive spot.

Matt isn’t usually one to beg, but for you, for you he would beg and plead on his knees everyday if you continued to give him this version of heaven. Your hands on every inch of his body, your mouth tattooing the imprint of your lips, your scent and taste the purest form of ecstasy he can’t get enough of.

“Please, sweetheart, please,” He pants, voice unrecognizable to his own ears. 

You move your hands together once more, fingers loosely interlocking as you grind your palms on either side of his throbbing cock.

“Are you going to cum for me already, Matt?” You question, your tone is kind if slightly smug.

Your hands change position again, Matt canting his hips up into your touch, his muscles tensing. One resting closer to the base of his cock once more, tiny little circles as you move your hand, making sure to continue to graze over his balls being drawn up. Your left hand wraps around the tip, firm enough to apply the greatest pressure Matt has ever felt in his life.

Slick clicks of your motions fill the room along with his moans, his hand scrambling to find the edge of the table above his head, fingers in a vice grip. You continue to twist your top hand, thumb relentlessly massaging on the underside of his tip, tracing along the ridge as your fingers work on the other side of his cock. His legs are shaking, muscles twitching, hips fucking up into your amazing hands.

“You can come, Matt,” You tell him, your thumb speeding up. “Being so good, so pretty.” You shift, your voice suddenly right next to his ear. “Come for me, my pretty little Devil.”

Your teeth graze at his ear, the same time your thumb presses perfectly right. Matt is gone then, moaning high in his throat, his back arching off the table. His senses washes away in fuzzy static, the shadowy flames of his world morphing together until he squeezes his eyes shut. He spills over your hands, long and hard as he shakes and trembles.

He’s not sure how much time passed until he became aware again, but your soothing voice was in his ear, your gentle touch stroking along his hips, down to his still trembling thighs. Matt takes a shuddering inhale, blowing out a heavy breath, blinking his eyes open to the familiar shape of your shadows laying next to him.

“Hey you,” You murmur, pressing your lips to his nose. “Are you okay?”

Matt hums in satisfaction, his body buzzing pleasantly. “Perfect,” He sighs dreamily. “That- you were, are, amazing and I love you.” He turns onto his side, tracing out the shape of your smile with his thumb.

“Love you, too. Glad you really enjoyed it. Wasn’t quite sure what I was doing, first time giving a happy ending.”

He ducks his head briefly, chuckling with you at the phrase. “Did I make you uncomfortable?”

“Not at all. You, Matthew, were absolutely lovely.”

Opening his mouth to respond, he hesitates, just now realizing something foreign under his nails. You clear your throat, clearly fighting off a smile. Matt tips his head, then frowns.

“Honey,”

“Yes?”

“Is…is this what I think it is?”

“The vinyl from my table that you ripped with your nails? Yes. yes it is.”

Matt groans. “I’m sorry! I’ll replace it.”

“It’s fine, gives it more character. This one stays here anyway.” Then your hand reaches around to lightly smack his ass, Matt gives you a playful growl in return. “Now, I love you, but get off my table. I need to clean it.”

He just pulls you closer, kissing your grinning mouth.

 Later:

 “I’ll suck you off later, I did not want to taste unscented oil on my tongue. It's much different than your come-”

“Fucking Christ.” Matt laughs brightly. “You’re a menace. I'll accept for a later time. As for now, it’s your turn.”

Despite your cleaning, Matt just makes a mess of your table again with his head between your legs.

Thank god your table was sturdy enough for the rest of the night.

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I’M SORRY IF THIS WAS HORRIBLE