try to pull away, but he shifts us, backing me up until my legs hit the armchair. With a fluid motion he twists us at the last minute so I land in his lap, meeting in an intense gaze, face-to-face. The exact position we were in at Pub Fiction. Heat floods my body at the memory, and instinctively I grind down on Matt’s lap, seeking the friction I know we both crave.
“You’re so pretty when you lie about not wanting me, ‘friend’,” he taunts, lowering his face to kiss my cheek, running his lightly-scruffed chin over my neck. My nipples harden immediately at his touch. Pulling up my shirt, he moves his hands there, taking them between his fingers and rolling them, while I move up and down over his jogging pants.
“What are you doing to me, Matty?” I ask with a breathy moan, his teeth scraping from one nipple to the next as I arch my back, a silent signal to keep going.
“I’m being a good friend, Sugarshack,” he says, pulling away and then moving us to a standing position. I’m so hot and bothered I can’t find the right words to tell him where he and his friendship can go.
“Now,” he pulls me back into a hug. “Let’s get that coffee before I decide we’re gonna be friends with benefits.” The bastard gives me a knowing glance, his hands patting my bum.
“Bathroom. Where’s the bathroom?” I say, jerking myself out of my Matt trance.
Chapter 17
Matt
I really should brush my teeth, but I can’t seem to muster the desire to rid myself of Claire’s sweet sugary taste just yet. My Sugarshack.
And just like that my cock twitches to life at the memories from this morning. Fuck, this girl is gonna be the death of me. “Friends”, my ass. Pulling down the waistband of my trackpants, my rock-hard cock springs out into my hand. I reach for some lube, warming the cool gel in my palm before gliding my hand up and down the shaft to jerk myself off, replaying Claire’s visit for the third time since she’s left…
I’m about halfway down the hall after showing Claire the washroom when I hear it.
No, when I hear her.
Is she moaning? I wait for a moment but hear nothing else.
Thinking I must be hearing things, I continue to the kitchen. Then I hear the sounds that’ve been plaguing my favourite dreams and jerk off sessions for years.
Claire’s in my washroom, masturbating.
Like a stealth ninja, I make my way back to the spot where I’ve left her. I can’t believe my ears, she is moaning. Bracing myself on the door to listen more closely, my pulse starts pounding in my ears in clear recognition of that sweet sound. My cock instantly jumps at the images I conjure of Claire on the other side of the door, rubbing one off. The thought that it’s because I’ve gotten her so riled up makes me tighten my grip on the doorframe to the point it makes a cracking sound. As soon as another less subtle moan escapes from the opposite side of the door, I’m a fucking goner. There’s no way I can stand here without seeing my girl finger-fucking herself. It’s when I hear my name fall from her lips that any and all resolve I may have had is shot, and within a nanosecond I’m barging through the door.
“Oh Jesus, Matty!” Claire’s husky voice stops me in my tracks. She’s standing, one leg propped on the closed toilet seat, head hanging back, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, her eyes closed.
At the sound of my loud gasp, her head jerks in my direction, eyes snapping open at the intrusion. The pure erotic pleasure in her steely blue eyes as they meet mine, while her fingers continue to move over her sweet spot while she’s getting herself off, is enough to almost bring me to my knees.
“I’m here, baby. Fuck. Let me do this for you. All you had to do was ask.” I say, moving directly behind her, lowering my mouth to whisper into her ear. “I’ll always do this for you.” Without a fight, she allows me to reposition her so she’s facing me. “You’re so fucking sexy right now
“You’re so pretty when you lie about not wanting me, ‘friend’,” he taunts, lowering his face to kiss my cheek, running his lightly-scruffed chin over my neck. My nipples harden immediately at his touch. Pulling up my shirt, he moves his hands there, taking them between his fingers and rolling them, while I move up and down over his jogging pants.
“What are you doing to me, Matty?” I ask with a breathy moan, his teeth scraping from one nipple to the next as I arch my back, a silent signal to keep going.
“I’m being a good friend, Sugarshack,” he says, pulling away and then moving us to a standing position. I’m so hot and bothered I can’t find the right words to tell him where he and his friendship can go.
“Now,” he pulls me back into a hug. “Let’s get that coffee before I decide we’re gonna be friends with benefits.” The bastard gives me a knowing glance, his hands patting my bum.
“Bathroom. Where’s the bathroom?” I say, jerking myself out of my Matt trance.
Chapter 17
Matt
I really should brush my teeth, but I can’t seem to muster the desire to rid myself of Claire’s sweet sugary taste just yet. My Sugarshack.
And just like that my cock twitches to life at the memories from this morning. Fuck, this girl is gonna be the death of me. “Friends”, my ass. Pulling down the waistband of my trackpants, my rock-hard cock springs out into my hand. I reach for some lube, warming the cool gel in my palm before gliding my hand up and down the shaft to jerk myself off, replaying Claire’s visit for the third time since she’s left…
I’m about halfway down the hall after showing Claire the washroom when I hear it.
No, when I hear her.
Is she moaning? I wait for a moment but hear nothing else.
Thinking I must be hearing things, I continue to the kitchen. Then I hear the sounds that’ve been plaguing my favourite dreams and jerk off sessions for years.
Claire’s in my washroom, masturbating.
Like a stealth ninja, I make my way back to the spot where I’ve left her. I can’t believe my ears, she is moaning. Bracing myself on the door to listen more closely, my pulse starts pounding in my ears in clear recognition of that sweet sound. My cock instantly jumps at the images I conjure of Claire on the other side of the door, rubbing one off. The thought that it’s because I’ve gotten her so riled up makes me tighten my grip on the doorframe to the point it makes a cracking sound. As soon as another less subtle moan escapes from the opposite side of the door, I’m a fucking goner. There’s no way I can stand here without seeing my girl finger-fucking herself. It’s when I hear my name fall from her lips that any and all resolve I may have had is shot, and within a nanosecond I’m barging through the door.
“Oh Jesus, Matty!” Claire’s husky voice stops me in my tracks. She’s standing, one leg propped on the closed toilet seat, head hanging back, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, her eyes closed.
At the sound of my loud gasp, her head jerks in my direction, eyes snapping open at the intrusion. The pure erotic pleasure in her steely blue eyes as they meet mine, while her fingers continue to move over her sweet spot while she’s getting herself off, is enough to almost bring me to my knees.
“I’m here, baby. Fuck. Let me do this for you. All you had to do was ask.” I say, moving directly behind her, lowering my mouth to whisper into her ear. “I’ll always do this for you.” Without a fight, she allows me to reposition her so she’s facing me. “You’re so fucking sexy right now
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