Take Me Home

Chapter 10 - Unexpected Trip

As Vixey sat down for breakfast, she found myself poking at it absentmindedly, her mind filled with confusion. Trying to recall the events of yesterday, she struggled to recollect whether it was a pleasant or an unpleasant day. It was the first time with Lance, she actually felt—

"Are you planning to just toy with it or actually eat?" Matt's voice interrupted her thoughts, causing her to shoot him a smug glance. He responded with a smirk and moved closer to her.

His warm breath caressed her ear as he whispered, "You know you love my cooking." The heat of his breath sent shivers down her spine, and she couldn't help but smile at his playful remark.

He slowly stepped back, retreating towards the fridge as Lance walked into the room. Vixey's fur began to bristle slightly, but she felt a sense of calm wash over her as he leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on the top of her head. She glanced at Matt, his face a mixture of disbelief and shock at Lance's sudden actions.

As he made his way to the kitchen cabinets, reaching for a coffee cup, he paused and let out a tired sigh before asking, "Do we have any coffee left for this morning?"

Matt nodded subtly, his head swiveling towards the counter. Lance picked up the coffee pot and poured himself a cup before settling into a seat across from Vixey. His gaze held on her for a lingering moment before a sly smirk curved his lips. "How's it feeling, Vixen? You seemed very into it last night."

As his words hit her, a sudden rush of heat flooded her cheeks, tinting them a bright shade of crimson. It wasn't just the undeniable truth in his words that embarrassed her; it was also the fact that Matt was standing right there. She could practically feel a wave of intense emotion emanating from him, his back turned away from them. Meanwhile, Lance let out a derisive chuckle, clearly picking up on the jealousy emanating from his friend.

Matt finally joined then at the table, and a hush fell over the room. He casually tossed a file folder across the table to Lance, who caught it with a curious expression. "Jason dropped this off at my place yesterday," Matt said, leaning back in his chair. "He mentioned that he needed a favor from you."

As Lance prepared to open the file, a puzzled expression graced his features. His eyes carefully skimmed through the pages, and with each new page, his furrowed brow betrayed his growing frustration. He muttered, "I can't believe this. Looks like I'll have to go on a trip." As he said this, Vixey's eyes lit up with excitement, wondering if she would be joining him. The idea of exploring new places and seeing the world was incredibly appealing to her.

She watched as Lance glanced over at Matt, his face contorting into an expression of annoyance. "You'll be responsible for looking after her while I'm away, I suppose," he remarked. "She won't be going back to her family's for another week, and she's not starting work until she returns." Matt nodded in response, saying, "I'm sure I can arrange my schedule to accommodate that."

Lance let out an exasperated sigh and cast a disapproving look in Vixey's direction. "I trust that you'll manage to behave in my absence. No funny business or any attempts to evade your responsibilities," he said with a slight smirk playing on his lips. "You're well aware of the consequences if I discover that you've engaged in any such behavior."

She vigorously nods, feeling her face flush a bit in embarrassment. He nods in understanding and finishes his meal. "Well, I'm going to get packing," he growls, muttering under his breath, "it's gonna be a long-ass drive."

As Lance exited the kitchen, she felt a distinct presence and turned to find herself locking eyes with Matt. The intense gaze from his golden orbs seemed to convey a feeling of longing, and in that moment, it dawned on her that it would only be Matt and her, left alone together for an entire week.

As a soft, rosy blush tinged her cheeks, she couldn't help but notice Matt's smirk. It seemed as though he was privy to her innermost thoughts and emotions, as if he could read her mind with uncanny accuracy. "Cant wait to show you a good time." As his words washed over her, she could feel a subtle warmth spreading from the innermost part of her being, igniting a sense of fervent anticipation. A shiver danced down her spine, as if her whole body was eagerly responding to the words he had spoken.

There was a serene, peaceful silence that enveloped them, not at all uncomfortable or strange. It felt like a soothing silence, one that seemed to beckon to be broken by the mutual longing they both felt.

The stillness was suddenly shattered, not by Vixey or Matt, but by Lance. They turned to see him descending the stairs, dragging his suitcase behind him, and pausing to glance at them from the entrance to the kitchen.

"I'll see you both in about a week's time. Matt, if I'm not back by next week, please take her to her family's place for me." With those words, he walked toward the door, closing it behind him as he departed.

As Matt and Vixey moved to the living room, the air was thick with silence, each tick of the clock echoing like a drumbeat in her ears. The tension between them was palpable, a charged atmosphere that made the air feel heavy. As she stole a quick glance at Matt, she noticed his intense focus on the book in front of him. However, without looking up, he suddenly spoke, catching on to the fact that she was watching him.

"You okay, Vixey?" Matt's voice broke through the silence, low and gravelly.

She nodded, biting my lip. "Yeah, just... thinking."

He turned to her, his gaze intense. "About what?"

Vixey hesitated, the words stuck in her throat. The truth was, she was thinking about him. About how much she wanted him, even though she knew it was wrong. But the desire was overwhelming, burning through her like wildfire.

"I need to use the bathroom," she finally said, standing up abruptly. Her heart pounded in her chest as she hurried away, needing to escape the intensity of his gaze.

Inside the bathroom, she locked the door and leaned against it, closing her eyes. The cool surface felt good against her heated fur. She could still feel Matt's eyes on her, his presence lingering in the air. It was intoxicating, and it made her core throb with need.

Vixey crossed to the sink, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes dark with desire. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself,!but it was no use. The tension inside her was too strong, too demanding.

Reaching down, she slipped her hand into her panties, gasping as her fingers brushed against her swollen clit. The sensation was electric, sending shivers through her body. She bit her lip, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape.

"Matt," she whispered his name, the sound barely audible. Imagining his hands on her, his mouth trailing kisses down her neck, she began to move her fingers faster, stroking herself with increasing urgency.

The floor creaked suddenly, making her freeze. Her heart leapt into her throat as she turned towards the door, her hand still buried between her legs.

"Vixey?" Matt's voice was low, uncertain. "Everything okay in there?" Vixey swallowed hard, her mind racing. Should she stop? Tell him to go away?

"Vixey?" he called again, his tone more insistent this time.

She couldn't answer, her throat too dry, her body too consumed by need. Instead, she moved her fingers faster, desperate for release. The pleasure built quickly, spiraling higher and higher until she thought she might explode.

"Matt," she moaned again, louder this time, unable to hold back any longer.

The door handle turned suddenly, and she gasped as it swung open. Matt stood there, his eyes wide with shock as he took in the sight before him. Vixey, leaning against the sink, her hand moving rhythmically between her legs, her face contorted with pleasure.

"Vixey," he breathed, his voice was seductively calm. "What are you doing?"

She didn't know how to answer, her mind too foggy with desire. All she knew was that she needed him, needed him to finish what she had started.

"Please," she whispered, her voice trembling.