putty in your hands

Chapter XXIII

My phone chimes for the 4th time in the last 2 minutes. I already snoozed it 3 times, and since my will to sleep and live in general is practically killed by that fucking sound, I decide to answer this time.
I prop myself on elbow and peek at the screen - it's Sarah.
"What?" I answer the call as I glance over my shoulder. Matt's not in the bed.
"Are you still sleeping? It's like noon."
"Is it?" I look at the phone screen in surprise. It's 11:02. "It's 11."
"Close enough. Anyway..", I can hear Matt in the distance.. so he's home. Good. "you're all over twitter."
"Yeah, sure." I answer sarcastically.
"I'm not joking. I sent you a few tweets."
"Oh my God, Matt's gonna kill me. Is it bad?" I rub my face.
"Are you two okay?" She asks, worried.
"Mhmm, we had angry sex so everything's peachy now." I brag, smirking to myself.
"Really?" she squeals excitedly.
"Yeah, turns out he's quite possessive.", I get up and throw on Matt's shirt from last night.
"I'mma stop you right there. I need details."
"What? No.", I burst out.
"You can't just bomb me with angry sex info and leave it like that.", she protests.
"Yes I can, and I will." I walk around the apartment, searching for Matt. "So is it bad? Twitter?"
"No girl, quite the opposite, his fans tweeted your pics and you two look really hot, dancing and almost fucking in front of everyone.", she half-sings.
"So no Steven?", I ask and my stomach shrivels at the thought. Matt's not in the bathroom. I step closer to the mirror in front of which he fucked me senseless last night.
"Gosh, no.", she answers.
I let out a breath I wasn't aware I was holding. "Good, seems like it's my lucky day." I notice bite marks on my neck. I guess it's turtle neck for the outfit of the day. I shrug.
"Eleanor, it can't go on like this. You have to talk to that jerk, you know, to put him in his place."
I turn around and lift up the shirt, and my suspicions are confirmed - Matt's fist is imprinted on my rear. I bite my lower lip and smile to myself as my mind wonders off to the last night again.
"Ella? You there?" Sarah's voice pulls me out of the trance.
"Yes, sorry. I got distracted." I continue my search.
"Well did you hear what I said? That you need to talk to Steven?" I finally find Matt in the kitchen. He's on the phone too. When he notices me he winks at me as he takes a spoonful of ice cream.
"Yes, I know. I will. It looks like all I'll do in next few days is talk." I answer her. "I have to go, we'll talk later." I hung up without waiting for her reply.
"Look what you did!" I mouth at Matt with a playful smile on my face and show him my ass in one quick motion.
He grimaces in an "I'm sorry" way  and offers me ice cream. I gladly open my mouth and let chocolate and pistachio heaven hit my tongue.
"So you've taken care of it? It won't get out in press?" Matt continues his phone call as he moves my hair away from my neck and inspects his work of art, tracing the marks gently with his fingertips.
"You've bought it up?" he listens with brows furrowed. I peck his chin and he puts his index finger in the air, signaling for me to wait.
But I can't wait. I'm totally feral for him, so I continue leaving small kisses down his neck as I press my palm against his clothed bulge. He grips my hand and moves it away as he looks at me warningly.
"Okay, good Pippa, great job." he answers. I take another spoonful of ice cream and get down on my knees. I let it slowly melt in my mouth as I pull down Matt's sweatpants and boxers. He tries to push my hands away but I'm persistent.
"Stop that.", he shields the speaker and scolds in a half whisper.
I just shake my head, smiling mischievously as I pump his half-hard cock.
He keeps looking down at me in disbelief. "I nearly forgot, when's that?", he resumes his phone call.
I take his cockhead in my mouth and press my tongue against it. He lets out a shaky breath and his mouth fall open at the feeling of cold ice cream against his sensitive flesh.
"That's back in London, right?", he clears his throat, masking his groan as I continue sucking him.
"Don't do this to me, love.", he mouths as he grips the counters, his knuckles turning white. I've swallowed some of the ice cream, but the rest is leaking from the corner of my mouth mixed with saliva as I'm taking his cock deeper with every slide of my lips while keeping eye contact. I twirl my tongue against his spongy head as I massage his balls, my spare hand on his hips for balance.
He continues looking at me with mouth agape "OH-okay.", he bursts out "Again, thank you. You rock. Talk to y-you soon.", he finishes the call with shaky voice and throws the phone carelessly on the counter.
"Fuck, baby, while I'm talking on the phone?", he fists my hair and thrust his hips gently. I moan in response.
"You're still horny? Didn't I fuck you hard enough last night?", his lips twitch as he teases.
I hollow my cheeks and slide my lips all the way down in response, letting his cock hit the back of my throat. He hisses and starts moving his hips as he throws his head backwards in enjoyment.
I grip his hips while I try to breathe through my nose. He runs his fingers through my hair, gathering it in a ponytail while thrusting.
"You're drooling everywhere." he grasps on my hair and pulls me further along his shaft, and my eyes start watering as I gag on his girth.
He groans as he thrusts a few more times before emptying himself inside my mouth. I move away, to swallow his cum before gasping for air, then I put his cock in my mouth again, cleaning it off and milking every last drop of his salty seed.
"So eager.", he comments under his breath before pulling me up to my feet.
I take a napkin and wipe off my mouth while he pulls up his sweatpants, observing me, his chest rise and fall as he catches his breath.
"Who was that?" I ask him.
"Pippa, my publicist. She's taken care of last night's mess.", he smiles warmly and pinches my cheek.
"But Sarah just told me there's nothing about the incident online.", I'm confused.
"I know, love. That's because we already made a deal with press and ransomed all questionable content." He pushes my hair away, again, inspecting love bites. He did what??
"You know, I'm starting to think you're proud of your work.", I comment.
His attention is back on me "I won't apologise for marking you up, everyone should know you're taken. Although I should've been more gentle."
"Am I?", I pull him closer by his t-shirt.
"You're mine.", he coos against my lips and puts his arms around me. I give him a quick kiss before my phone buzzes. Matt hands it over.
"It's Sarah." I tell him as I open the message.
"Oh God kill me.", he rolls his eyes. "Tell me she's not on her way to here."
"No, it's not that.", I start laughing. "It's your mom!" I give him the phone.
"What is it?" he asks as he takes the phone. "Seriously? I told her to stay off twitter." he whines.
"Lookin' handsome!" I jokingly say out loud the comment his mom left on twitter under a pic of him and me in which we're heavily making out.
"Look, she left kisses and hearts too.", I say through laughter.
"Don't laugh!", he criticizes me, but no use.
"She always does this.", he complains.
I take my phone back. "Oh, look, she retweeted this one." I show him the post.
"Matt and his gorgeous girlfriend.", he reads aloud. "That one is not that bad."
"Matt, your hand is gripping my ass on that one."
"Christ on a bike.", he shrugs. "I have to talk to her AGAIN.", he points out.
I just chuckle.
"Let's take a bath before that. And then go out for brunch." he takes my hand and leads me to the bathroom.
"Sounds like a plan." I say happily, dogging him.