"Off, off, off!" Matty gasped against my ear, moving his hands behind my back and removing my bra, my final garment of clothing. I had clearly underestimated the power of a record player and a vinyl copy of Baduizm. We went from sitting, chatting on my bed to his hands wandering and me on my knees for him. I wasn't down there for long, I was made to stop or he'd apparently finish too quickly. I grabbed his cheeks and kissed him deeply once more, he placed his fingers back inside me, making sure I was still wet, before placing the tip of his cock gently against my entrance. I gazed at his concentrated face, curls covering his eyes as he bit his lip. Every second he wasn't inside me became more agonising, I twitched in anticipation.
"Please,"
"Please, what?" He teased, flashing me a raised eyebrow.
"You know what."
"Yes, but I want you to say it."
"Just, get on with it."
"What's wrong? Use your words, darling."
"Fuck me."
"Magic word?" He smirked,
"Now?"
"Not quite," He chuckled before leaning over me and planting a kiss on my chest.
"You're such a cunt," I rolled my eyes playfully "Please, fuck me."
"If you say so."
He tauntingly inched further inside me, stifling his pleasured look before thrusting his hips slowly back and forth. He leant on his forearms placed next to my head, his hot breath tickling my neck. My hands found their place on his back and my legs wrapped tightly around his waist, desperately pulling him in closer. I closed my eyes and inhaled his hair, a sweet smell of shampoo and cigarettes. He gradually quickened his pace, I uttered a meek moan and dug my nails softly into his back. His shoulder blades were prominent from my angle, a sight for sore eyes, making my knees weaker than they were before from the floorboards. His breath was heavy in my ear with each thrust, he slowed his pace once again to kiss me until he noticed my hair in my mouth. He brushed it aside before returning to the kiss amidst his slow, steady pace. He pulled out briefly, I saw this as my opportunity to turn him onto his back. We reversed roles, him underneath me and me hovering above him as my hair gently tickled his face. I raised myself onto my shins before sitting back onto his cock carefully, holding it gently at the base. I looked up to see a grin plastered on his face, his cheeks flushed. Once he was fully inside me, I rose up and down slowly, my hands situated lightly on his stomach.
"You've found my weakness," Matty uttered,
"I had a feeling." I gave him an impish look. I continued rising up and down, gradually building my pace like he did as he placed a hand on his forehead. He couldn't hold back a moan, squeezing his eyes shut tightly. I became more rapid, our skin smacking together and the sounds escaping his lips becoming more audible.
"Don't stop." He murmured, I saw a golden opportunity. I came to a complete halt and sat with him still inside me. "Wow, bitch." He jeered,
"Sorry, did I do something wrong?" I smiled with an imitated innocence, he began shifting his hips upwards, coaxing me to continue. I stayed put.
"This is torture," He sighed,
"All good things to those who wait." I let him writhe for another twenty seconds or so before resuming my pace and his hands taking up residence on my waist to guide me faster. I felt his nails dig into my skin moderately, I couldn't help letting noises of pleasure escape me too.
"I'm so close," He managed, grabbing me tightly as I persisted with my quick, rolling movements. He gasped, losing his breath and groaning in rapture. "Fuck, oh my god." His hands dropped gently to my thighs as I watched his blissful expression. He finished inside of me, panting heavily as I noticed a bead of sweat on his forehead. Once he'd collected himself, I slowly moved him out of me and laid next to him. Both of us satisfied, our itches scratched. I carefully laid on my side, he gave me a sweet kiss before grabbing the tissues on my nightstand and cleaning me up. It was a slow, sensual end to our encounter. He tossed them carelessly onto my floor before decorating my face with pecks. He resumed his position beside me, squeezing his hand into a fist and stretching his fingers out, asking for my hand. "You are otherworldly," He breathed,
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PSYCHOMACHIA // matty healy
Fanfiction"The studio was shared and it was a pain bumping into other bleary-eyed musicians other than your band mates at three o-clock in the morning, especially when the person you bump into is a pretentious, egotistical wanker who you were up against for b...
