putty in your hands

Chapter XVII

"Rise and shine, honey!" Matt exclaims as he opens the window. I groan and turn away, putting a pillow over my pounding head.
"Noooooo!" I whine, willing myself to go back to sleep.
"Oi! Wake up.", he sits on the bed.
"Go away!", I press the pillow harder against my cheek as he pulls on it.
He snatches it away from me and I frown desperately.
"Drink this." I open my eyes and immediately groan when morning light hits them. He gives me two Advils and water.
"How much did I drink last night?" I say as I prop myself up before taking the medicine.
"Not that much, it's just really easy to get you drunk." he chuckles and takes an empty glass from my hand.
"Do I look as awful as I feel?"
"That depends... How awful do you feel?" he grins.
"You're so bad at comforting hangover people. You should work on that."
"You think? This wasn't good enough?"
"It was the opposite-"
"-you want me to lie next time?"
"It's not considered lying if you just embellish the truth a little. Can you do that for your girlfriend?" I pout my lips and he laughs.
"This is funny to you, seeing me like this, you got me drunk on purpose! It's your fault!" I get up with a lot of whining noises.
He follows me with his eyes, clearly amused. "How is this my fault?"
"You said -hey lets drink" I imitate him.
"That's not how I talk", he says through a laughter. "A baby is more tolerant to alcohol than you."
"When I was a teenager that was a good thing because I only needed like £10 to get drunk. Can you stop laughing?"
"I'm really trying.", he answers through laughter.
"Do you have an idea how much money I saved? They called me E-bank in college. Because I always could loan money." he throws his head back, still laughing.
"So joke's on you." I add through a chuckle.
"I can't tell if you're still drunk." he comments.
"Hey! I'll ask again.." I walk over to him "how do I look, but pick out your words carefully because you're on thin ice! And because I'm a sweet, gentle soul." I point my finger at him daringly.
"You look amazing. So beautiful."
"Right?" I grin at him.
"Fresh, pretty, jaw dropping"
I give him a side eye.
"But in a good way, like woooah who's she?"
"I don't know." I straddle him.
"Like who is sh-" I cut him off with a kiss.
"But seriously" he withdraws, "you need a shower, like right now. And brush your teeth. You stink of tequila."
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A few days later

"Sarah's coming over." I tell Matt as I pour us coffee.
"This early?", he asks "she knows you're here?"
"Mhm, I texted her the location. She lost her apartment keys."
He approaches me and hugs me from behind. "That sounds like her." he kisses my shoulder.
I chuckle, "Yeah, tell me about it." I turn around to face him. He's only in his boxers. "Mmm, no shirt." I put my hand on his abs "Why does this feel so good?" I trace his lower stomach with my nails, giving him goosebumps. I look up at him as I push my hand past the waistband into his boxers.
"Don't start what you can't finish.", he teases.
"Oh I can finish it." He hisses when I wrap my fingers around his cock and leans down to kiss me. I kiss him back as I smooth my thumb over the tip of his cock, feeling it grow hard in my hand.
"I just don't want to. Go get dressed." I murmur as I nibble his jaw. "She'll be here soon." I pull out my hand.
"I knew it. You're all talk and no action." he waves his hand dismissively, pretending to be disappointed and goes to get dressed.
"Aaand chances for you to have sex today are even lower now." I utter, and he mumbles something incoherently.
"Plus 10% less, keep it up buddy!" I add mockingly when I hear the doorbell.
I open the door and Sarah storms in, "Hey girl!" she looks around "Wowza, this place is something! Where's the toy boy?"
"Don't call him that. Coffee?" I show her to the kitchen.
"Yes please." she sits at the kitchen bar.
"Hey Sarah." Matt walks in casually, wearing sweatpants and looking like a damn snack.  "What's new?", he joins me behind the bar and takes a sip of coffee. Sarah just follows him with her gaze, eyes glued to his naked torso.
"N-not much. I lost my keys.", she stutters and I clear my throat, trying not to laugh.
"I heard. Don't you have a spare key?", he asks as he bites on a strawberry.
"That was my spare key!" she whines. "And I had the worst night ever.", she gazes at me.
"Why's that?" I ask her as I turn over a pancake.
"I hooked up with some guy last night, but it was a total fiasco.", she explains "He has like the tiniest penis I've ever seen."
"Oh my God.", Matt mutters and I push him with my elbow.
"It's a micro penis.", she continues desperately.
"I'm visualizing it.", I whisper to Matt, "help, I can't stop."
"Me neither. It's awful.", he whispers back as Sarah continues her monologue.
"..I mean it's like this big.. or should I say small", she raises her pinky finger in the air as an example.
"It's too late, the picture is now engraved in my mind." I say, panicking.
"I think I'll never be hard again.", Matt matches my tone.
"...I mean I can't work with that, there's too much extra space i-" she rambles on.
"Oookay, pull up!" I cut her off.
"Are you always oversharing like this?" Matt asks and she just squints at him.
I giggle as I slice some fruit for breakfast. "It's a part of her charm, baby."
"Can you like put a shirt on? It's distracting.", Sarah says to Matt crossly.
He rolls his eyes at her as he takes a sip of coffee and goes to the bedroom.
"He's wearing grey sweatpants?? Damn!", she observes him as he leaves the room. "Jeez, I've got a halfie."
I look at her "You're a woman."
"My ovaries just pffffft" -she gestures an explosion.
"You need to stop objectifying him." I tell her.
"Such an eye candy.", she continues.
"Quit it!" I wet my hand with tap water and spatter her face jokingly and thankfully she stops.

Sarah leaves after having breakfast with us to meet with her landlord and solve the key situation.
We made a deal to hang out tonight, and we invited Alex too.
"Finally alone.", Matt says lowly against my ear and he grips my hips from behind as I close the front door.
"I thought you'll never be hard again." I chortle and reach back to feel his cock over the sweatpants as he kisses my neck.
"I was scared for a moment.", he answers playfully as he pushes me forward until my front is pushed against a wall.
He grabs my jaw and tilts my head to kiss me as his other hand slides into my leggings and teases my slit over the panties.
"Matt I have to work." I say through a slight moan and he pushes away my hand only to press his crotch against my butt.
"Then we'll have to make this quick.", he rolls his hips, pressing his hard cock between my asscheeks.
I hum in approval "Take me right here, from behind."
"Fuck baby", he breathes out as he slides down my leggings and panties aggressively before he takes his cock out and presses it against my entrance, smoothing the tip across it. "Does this feel good?"
"So good..", my breath hitches as I feel the ache between my thighs.
He pushes inside of me tantalizingly slow, massaging my inner walls deliciously. The size has me gasping and I stick out my ass as I moan out his name.
"You're just sucking me in, baby. My greedy girl can't get enough?" he cooes against my skin as he began to lovingly mouth at my neck.
"Yeah daddy, I love your cock." I whimper as he slams my hips against his crotch, plunging in me to the halt. "You stretch my pussy so good ." I gasped.
"God, you love it like this, don't you?", he fastens the pace to unrelenting tempo and I turn into a whining mess. I just nod and arch my back as I use the wall for leverage.
I can feel his cock twitch inside of me, making me crazy and I roll my hips earning a hoarse groan. "You take it so good baby" he breathes out as my head falls back against his shoulder and my tights start shaking. He takes my hand and presses it to the wall, his fingers now firmly interlocking mine. 
"Your thighs are shaking so much, you're gonna come all over my cock, hm?"
"Please, make me come!", I cry out before he kisses me messily. I put my hand on the back of his neck, digging my nails into his skin as he snaps his hips against my ass, his balls slapping against my skin and after a few more thrust I come undone, and I'm a shaking, breathy mess in his arms. He leans his hand against the wall and holds my limp body up with the other as he keeps fucking me with deep, determined thrusts until he spills his seed inside of me. I hum contently, still catching my breath, completely melted into him. "Can we stay like this for a few more minutes? I need to recover." I plead quietly.
"Sure, as long as you need.", he kisses my head, wrapping his arm tightly around me, and I feel so safe.