Hostile Hookup Spicy Scenes

Part 12

"I'm not interested in the books right now, princess, and I don't think you are either." 

"Hmm, I don't know. Getting all this work done sounds pretty tempting," you say, smirking as he tightens his grip on your neck. 

You run your hands up his abs as he raises his eyebrow at you. "You know, I'm starting to think you've forgotten who you're dealing with." Mattheo replies, his grip on your neck as tight as ever. 

"Aw not you trying to be aggressive like you're brother," you taunt wanting to set him off. He pulls you from the wall and pins you down on the table, pushing boxes of books to the ground all around you. "Never compare me to my brother. Have you forgotten the first time we fucked?"

"Oh, so now I should be scared of you because you were a little feisty on the train? That's cute. I seem to remember literal blood dripping off of your body when I was done with you," you taunt further. You can see the redness starting to run up his neck as the fury begins to set in. 

"And I seem to remember you having multiple bruises, similar to the one you're about to have around your neck," Mattheo replies tightening his grip on you causing you to grin wider.

You watch as he reaches for his wand. "Aw are you going to give me a hand necklace? How sweet of you."

"I'll add a pearl necklace while I'm at it," he replies, pointing his wand towards the door. "Muffliato." You watch as he also locks the door ensuring no one would walk in. 

"A pearl--" but before you can finish your sentence, his mouth is on yours shutting you up. 

"Keep running your mouth, and I'm going to shove my dick so far down your throat you'll be too sore to talk for a week." You raise your eyebrows at him in amusement trying to decide just how far to push him. 

You wrap your legs around his waist and can immediately feel his cock press against you. "Mm I think you like being talked to like a little bitch," you say as he moves his hand up your skirt and runs his fingers over your soaking lace panties. 

"And I think you like being handled roughly." Mattheo flips you over and bends you over the table before kneeling behind you and pushing your skirt up. Immediately, his mouth is on your ass before he slides your panties off and spreads your legs open. You moan as his tongue works your pussy, licking up all the stickiness that has built up. He pulls you up from the table by your hair and spins you around. "Let's see just how far I can shove this dick down your throat, shall we?" Mattheo says before shoving you down to the ground on your knees. 

He takes his dick and pushes it into your mouth, and you deep throat him, trying not to gag as he thrusts himself deeper. "Fuck," he groans as you suck him, taking as much of him as you can. "I need to fuck you now." 

You push him down into one of the chairs behind him and straddle his lap. Mattheo fumbles with your shirt, unbuttoning it before opening it and pulling your boobs out of your bra. As you slide his dick into you and ride him, Mattheo takes your boobs in him mouth, biting you hard and leaving small marks from your boobs up to your neck. You wrap your arms around his neck and dig your nails into him. He groans as you see the fresh scratches start to redden before small droplets of blood begin to pool up. 

He picks you up and pushes you back on the table before shoving his dick back inside of you and fucking your hard. The faster he thrusts, the more the table squeaks below you only to be drown out by your moans filling the small room. 

"Who do you belong to?" Mattheo says, his hands back around your neck. "Say it now."

"Your brother," your taunt, pissing him off.

"Bitch, who do you belong to?" he says again, fucking you hard while tightening his grip around your neck. 

"Fuck! You, Mattheo. I belong to you," you moan, the pleasure starting to overwhelm your body. 

"You're mine and only mine. Do I make myself clear?" He demands again. "Say it!" he presses you harder against the table, and you know without a doubt you were going to have bruises around your neck. 

"I'm yours. Only yours," you cry, the pleasure now overwhelming your body as you reach your orgasm. 

"Good girl. Back on your knees." Mattheo pulls himself out of you, and you get back on your knees and take his dick back in your mouth. "I promised you a necklace, and I'm going to give it to you."

You suck his dick again, and when you hear him groan, you pull it out of his mouth and grin up at him as you stroke it with your hand. "Oh, fuck," he groans before cumming on your chest and neck, covering you  in white stickiness. 

Mattheo tucks his dick back in his pants and pulls you back up to him. "You're so fucking beautiful, and I think I'm kind of crazy about you." He kisses you deeply as he helps you clean yourself off. You use scourgify to clean up any remaining mess the two of you have made, and then you rebutton your shirt and slide your panties back on. When the two of you are fully dressed, Mattheo grins at you and wraps his arms around you. 

"Sorry about the bruises," he taunts, kissing you again. 

"Sorry about the scratches," you reply, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

"No, you're not." You grin wider as Mattheo calls you out on your shit. 

"No, I'm not," you agree laughing. "So you think Tom would notice if we used magic to finish this up?"

"Yes, but I don't give a fuck."

The two of you finish sorting the books with a bit of magical help, only finishing as Tom walks into the room. He takes in the bruises around your neck and Mattheo's fresh scratches and rolls his eyes. "Go. Now. I don't want to see either one of you in detention again." 

You wink at Tom as you walk through the door, and you could swear you saw the faintest hint of a smile on his face as you pass. 

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