Michael Evans Behling Imagines

Unholy Part 2

WARNING - DIRECT CONTINUATION OF UNHOLY

Matt's thoughts were interrupted by you brushing past him and going to your trailer, and before he could stop himself, he was stopping your door from closing, shutting it behind him. You felt familiar hands ghosting over your hips before feeling yourself being turned around and the air in your lungs suddenly left as your chest crashed into someone else's, and judging by the cologne worn, you knew it was Matt. Relishing in the familiar feeling of his body being pressed against yours, you couldn't help noticing that he was wearing the same shirt from that night. While you were distracted by his scent, his lips claimed yours in a bruising kiss that had your legs slightly unstable. You kissed him back just as fiercely, hands eventually moving from their place at your side and up his stomach and chest that tensed as your fingers brushed over the delicious muscles that existed there, before they finally rested behind his neck, pulling him in closer and deepening the kiss. His hands gripped your hips tighter, no longer ghosting over them as he reluctantly redirected his lips to your neck, wanting more of your kiss, but time didn't exactly allow for him to savor the taste of your lips like he did last time you were in this position. Impatiently and needily, your hands go to take his jacket off but a knock on the door made the both of you jump apart and try to make it look like you weren't just trying to have a quickie in your trailer. 

You weren't far enough from Matt for him to give a rough kiss that left you breathless before he answered your door, taking a message for you that you could not be bothered to try listen to what the message was from your place near the bed that wasn't far from the door. Fuck you, Matthew! You swore at him in your head for allowing him to leave you this fucking breathless because of a stupid kiss. You rolled your eyes as he approached you again, hands running up his arms and resting on his shoulders instinctively as his own hands rested on your waist, pulling you close to him, the both of you relaxing into each other's touch.

Making sure that you were decent enough to leave the room, you searched around for the precious underwear you were wearing under your skirt, not finding them and not having the time to look for them, you reluctantly went commando before seeing Matt pocket your undies and fix his hair. You fixed your skirt on the way out and rushed to the production meeting where you were now stuck with sitting next to Matt. Great! Feeling someone nudge your arm, you turned to see Dom looking at you knowingly and you shot him a glare to shut him up. His multi-colored eyes twinkled as he stood up and moved to sit on your right. You wondered why he moved before seeing him sitting in Dom's earlier spot. Asshole just wanted to play dirty again. Fine, you'll just level the playing field then.

You gently placed your hand on his thigh that was hidden by the tabletop and you could feel him tense slightly but he made no move to stop you, forcing himself to relax and pay attention. In retaliation, he did the same, but because you knew he was going to do that, you crossed your legs over each other. Yeah, that didn't work as he placed his hand on your inner thigh, effectively stopping you from doing so and forcing your legs open. The cool air hit your exposed core that was still sensitive from your activities moments before the meeting.

Flashback to fifteen minutes ago...

"Who was that," you ask him as you lean in to kiss him, "and what did they want," you finish asking as his lips finally land on yours. A euphoric sound left your lips before he finally answered you. "Just Emeraude telling us to show our faces at the meeting in ten minutes." You rolled your eyes at the glint of mischief in his eyes before giving him an answer, "No, Matt. Absolutely not," knowing what he was thinking. The grin on his face told you that he didn't believe you one bit because he picked you up and threw you on the bed. You gasped as your back hit the bed, but it was quickly silenced by Matt's lips on yours for a brief moment before he left marks in his wake as he made his way down your body, moans getting louder as he got close to where you needed him the most. He groaned at the fact that you decided to wear a skirt and a black lacy thong before he stripped you of your thong, continuing to rid himself of his own clothing. As soon as his aching cock was free from its cotton confines, he grabbed your legs and wrapped them around his waist, swiping two of his fingers over your drenched and needy pussy before sinking his cock as deep as it could go into your pussy, both of you moaning and groaning at the familiar feeling of being this close again. You knew that you didn't have a lot of time, and Matt seemed to remember your time constraints so he couldn't worship your body the way he wanted to, instead, he set a punishing pace that also reminded him of the night he fucked you in the back of your truck. Matt was the only person that knew about your choking and breeding kinks and the effect it had on you, and you knew that he loved being called daddy, so this knowledge helped the both of you when you clenched tightly around him – tighter than last time – sending him into an animalistic frenzy that made him growl as he filled you to the brim with his cum.

Flashback over...

You looked over at him for a second before focusing your eyes on the meeting. The upcoming season's schedule was not going to be kind. Especially with the fans wanting more of their favorite couple after only seeing them kiss at the wedding. You were nervous about the filming schedule because it meant that it might clash with the movie you'd been filming for Marvel. That, and Matt's hand was getting dangerously close to your exposed core. Shit! Moving your hand higher up his thigh and applying enough pressure on the growing erection in his pants, his hands stopped immediately, giving you a break from his impending torture on your clit. You visibly relaxed as he focused his attention on willing his erection to go away because he knew that he was close to giving up on the game he willingly started. Focusing on the schedule being handed out, you took two of the schedules before giving the rest to Dom, who was shaking from holding his laughter in at your antics.

"You're welcome, by the way," you taunted because you knew that Matt wouldn't be able to use the hand he'd been fingering you with, for obvious reasons, and in retaliation, he simply sucked your juices from his fingers, not caring who was watching his sordid display. Thankfully, as soon as the everyone had a schedule, the room emptied quickly after that, leaving the of you alone once again. You try to get out of your chair, but you're stopped by the same hand that had its long and thick fingers buried deep in your cunt during the meeting minutes ago. Following the hand to its owner, you glare at him for his antics and try to walk away from him, but he doesn't let you. Sighing, you look over at him, trying to figure out what he wants from you, but you come up empty. "What now," you ask him as he moves closer to you, staring you in the eye and placing his hands on your hips gently. "Why won't you let me in? You know that I'm here for you," you cut in, saying, "as a friend? I know that. You keep saying that but it doesn't stop either of us from doing the things we do with each other and I'm fucking done fucking around with you, okay," you exclaim as you move away from him and his hold on you. "Friends don't do what we do, Matt. This," you say gesturing to the two of you, glancing at the door for possible interruptions but finding none, "can't happen again. I can't handle this happening again," you say, finally leaving the room and Matt shocked behind you. "If you want to fix any of whatever this is, meet me here," giving him a card, you tell him, "in 45 minutes – if you really want to fix what's left of our friendship."

You had no idea why you gave him your room number at the Four Seasons but maybe it's the only way to get past this weird phase you guys are currently in because it was really fucking you up inside and you no longer knew where you stood with him. That's what you told yourself, at least.

You knew that you weren't ready to go home yet so you found yourself driving to a hotel and booking a room for a few days. It just felt right given that you needed to have a serious conversation with Matt and the last thing you needed was prying eyes and ears, so the next best thing was doing this at hotel. You felt like cheap, meeting Matt here, but it had to be done if you were going to move on from whatever it was you had going on with him. Exhaling deeply while getting on the elevator to the top floor, a hand stops the doors from closing and you roll your eyes seeing the owner of the hand – Matt. Great! He sent a miniscule smile that he knew only you would see and got on the elevator, letting the doors close this time. It was only you two in the elevator, so you made sure to stay far away from him but he wasn't having it. He needed to be next to you, fuck, he needed to be with you and if this was the only way, then he'd take whatever version of you he could hold onto. He moved closer to you, taking whatever close contact he could get with you because it could very well be the last time. Giving his hand a squeeze, the gesture made Matt shoot a look at you that you couldn't decipher but the look itself was fleeting and you thought that you might have imagined it if you weren't so close to him.

The tension between you two was clear as the elevator carried the both of you to your floor, the anticipation of your pending conversation finally getting to you as you reach your floor. Your nerves made it impossible to look at him without your face giving you away. The tension thickens as you both make your way to the hotel room you have for the coming days. Matt looked at me with a heated gaze but there was something else in his eyes that you couldn't really make out, but it looked like fear – not of you but of something else. You gave his hand a squeeze out of instinct but quickly let go of his hand, exiting the elevator and silently leading him to your hotel room. Releasing a sigh, you open the door and he follows - timidly, something you have never seen in all the time you have known him. He sits on the couch and you follow his lead before speaking. 

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Part 3? Let me know in the comments if you want more. Sending love.