Traitor

One

"It took you two weeks
to go off and date her
guess you didn't cheat
but you're still a traitor"

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"Baby!" Ariana laughed as Matt threw her over his shoulder and ran into the kitchen with her. "Put me down!"

"You said you'd help me make dinner, I'm not letting you get out of it this time," Matt said.

"I'll help you, just put me down!"

Matt placed his friend on the counter, touching his nose to hers before kissing her lips gently. "No excuses this time."

"I'll help, but I'm sitting right here."

"You can sit right there and look sexy and mix ingredients."

"I always look sexy."

"You do. Especially when you wear nothing but my shirt," Matt said as he placed his hands on her thighs, which made her bite her lip.

"I'd be more inclined to help if you convince me," Ariana said, pulling him closer and kissing his lips.

Matt's hands trailed up the shirt she was wearing, rubbing her sides. He loved it when she was dressed like this. Hair down, no pants, just wearing one of his big shirts... and apparently no panties this time, he discovered as his hands slid to her hips.

"No panties?" He asked. "You dare devil."

"Didn't see a point when they were just gonna come off anyways," Ariana said with a shrug. "And you ripped them off of me last night. Those were brand new, asshole."

"Is that any way to talk to someone that's about to give you a good time?" He asked, lifting the shirt up a bit and kissing her stomach.

"Stop ripping my clothes and I wouldn't call you an asshole."

Matt kissed up to her chest, between her breasts.

Ariana's fingers slid through his hair and she kissed his head. "I love you," she muttered.

"I love you too," he said as he slid his hand between her legs and pressing his thumb against her clit which made her grip his hair a bit tighter.

"Mm," Ariana moaned. "Fuck baby."

Matt kissed down her belly, giving her small love bites before her pulled her closer to the edge of the counter and knelt to the ground. He kissed up her inner thighs agonizingly slowly.

"Baby," Ariana pleaded.

"Hm?" He asked, gently biting her thigh.

"Eat me," she muttered, pushing her hair out of her face.

Matt chuckled at her eagerness, kissing her thighs for a few more seconds before he spread her legs further apart and finally placed his tongue over that hard bundle of nerves she loved having toyed with.

Ariana leaned back against her hands on the counter as Matt's tongue worked at her.

She wasn't necessarily addicted to sex or sexual activities, but she really loved it and the feeling she got from her sexual partners.