Freedom -Negan-

Chapter 32

"You know, my room has a bigger bed, right?" Matt spoke in between kissing his way down my chest.

"The room you share with your asshole, brother? No thanks." He sat on the edge of my bed as I straddled him, running my fingers through his hair.

"Hey, Ryan isn't an asshole." He smirked up at me and I glared down at him. He laughed and grabbed my waist, flipping me so my back was on the bed and he was hovering over me.

"Less likely to be caught here, too." I grabbed the bottom of his shirt, signaling for him to take it off. He pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor along with mine. He leaned down and kissed me firmly. I ran my hands over his chest and arms, feeling him tense at my touch.

"You said you liked it a little dangerous." He said. I rolled my eyes and started undoing his belt.

"Can you shut up?" He laughed at my bluntness. I threw his belt to the floor and worked on his jean buttons. He leaned his head down and gently kissed my collar bone. I closed my eyes and ran my hands over his back. He trailed his way down to my belly button before I opened my eyes and locked them with his.

He started leaving small kisses at the top of my pants, right where the fabric met skin. I tilted my head back and pressed my lips together to keep any noise in. I felt him move positions and his fingers were undoing the button of my cargo pants. I lifted my butt up so he could remove them and he placed them on the floor and just stared at me for a moment.

"Why don't I remember you looking this hot the other night?" His eyes went up and down my body, making the burning feeling I had more intense.

"Because we were drunk and the lights were off." He laughed and shifted himself so that his pants were off as well. He lowered his head so that he was kissing my hips and worked his way back up to my mouth, catching me in a passionate kiss. I bit his lip and felt him moan against my mouth. His hands would alternate roaming my body, feeling every inch of my torso. I moved my head to the side and encouraged him to kiss the soft skin on my neck.

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After, we sat catching our breath for a moment before he got up and grabbed my towel off of my dresser. He used it to clean off my stomach and himself and tossed it onto the floor. He climbed back on the bed and was about to lay down before I spoke up.

"You one of those guys that leaves girls hanging after they've had all the fun?"

He whipped his head towards me in surprise. "Shit, Jess. I'm sorry. I thought you did-"

"Nope." I saw his face redden and I rubbed his shoulder and smiled at him to reassure him. "A very few percentage of woman actually orgasm with just vaginal sex. It's fine. I'll show you how I do it another time. You get cleaned up and go back to your room before someone finds us."

"Oh, you want me to leave? I feel like I have an obligation to stay and prove myself." He let out an awkward laugh.

"No. Leave. I don't do the whole cuddling and talking after sex thing. We'll work on it. You'll learn. You're half way there already." He looked a bit disappointed, but got up as I asked and started to get dressed. I pulled the covers over me and watched.

"So, that does mean there is a next time, then?" He smirked towards me and I rolled my eyes, nodding. His face lit up and he leaned over to give me a quick kiss before saying good-bye and leaving my room.

I laid back onto my pillow and pulled the covers up over my chest. I pressed my legs together and I could still feel that desire burn through me. The sex was okay, but obviously Matt didn't have too much experience or he was way out of practice. It was the apocalypse, in fact, and the key to a woman's orgasm probably wasn't high on the priority list, which was okay. Nothing we couldn't fix with some study sessions.