Girl You Fucked Before (18+)

Tie Me Up And Ride Me Until You're Breathless

Addison

"Tie me up," Matt drawled, holding out his wrists to me. "And then ride me until you're breathless."

With a firm shove of my hands, I pushed backwards onto the mattress before climbing atop his thighs and straddling him. I lowered my mouth onto his, giving him a searing kiss that left us both panting.

Using the satin scarf I kept in my bedside table drawer, I tethered his arms to the headboard. I eased myself on to his length and began rocking back and forth.

The wooden frame of the bed pounded against the wall with every thrust of my hips.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Knock.

I woke up from another steamy dream about Matt to the sound of banging on my bedroom window. As my eyes slowly adjusted to the darkened room, I realized that there was a shadowy figure peering in at me through the glass.

I was almost about to scream when it clicked that the person wasn't some intruder attempting to murder me in the middle of the night but rather, the object of my fantasies.

Did I manifest his appearance?

The sky was still pitch black and one glance at my clock told me that it was three-thirty in the morning. Tossing back the covers, I got out of bed and opened the window.

"My god, Matt, you scared the hell out of me," I muttered. "What are you doing here at this hour? Is everything okay?"

I peered over the ledge, wondering how he had managed to climb up to my room on the second story. "Did you seriously break into the shed to grab a ladder? You're lucky my parents didn't hear you and call the cops."

He pulled himself in through the window, staggering as his feet hit the ground. The stench of alcohol on his clothing permeated my nostrils as he leaned in to pat me on the cheek.

"Addie, you're such a good friend. Did you know that? I can always count on you to listen."

He tapped his chin. "Well, actually you talk more than you are quiet, but you get what I mean."

"How much did you have to drink?" I questioned as he swayed before me, his eyes half-moon slits. "And I sincerely hope that you didn't drive in this inebriated condition."

He opened his leather jacket to show me the flask he had tucked away in the inside pocket. "Don't worry, doll face, I waited until I got here." Hiccup.

Doll face? Alright, now he's just acting plain bizarre.

Flopping onto my bed, he propped his boots on my freshly washed comforter, depositing specks of dirt into the fabric.

"Matt!" I gasped, rushing over and tugging his feet off the mattress.

"You know what's bullshit?" he slurred, falling back against the pillows.

"The fact that you're making yourself at home as though I wasn't in the middle of sleeping? Might that be it?" Sighing, I resigned myself to joining him on the bed.

He reached over and pinched my cheek. "You're so spicy. But no, I was referring to the fact that I got into trouble for being alone with you, but meanwhile, Vanessa is allowing some guy to take dozens of photographs of her. Isn't that crap?"

"Yea, it is crap," I agreed. "What are you talking about?"

Waving his hand, he swung his feet back onto the mattress. "You know, the ones of her frolicking all over New York." He paused, a pained expression crossing his features. "Looking happy."