Fragmented ✔️

15. Free falling

"Wha time's it?" I mumbled into my pillow, my hair sticking to my forehead and nape. I squinted out into the room. Someone had turned the overhead light off at some stage, and a thin cloak of moonlight draped over everything from the partly opened curtain.

Matt clutched my boob and when I stretched, my bum brushed his naked front. "Don't know." His fingertips lightly grazed past my ribcage to my hip. He dug his nails into my skin and lifted my leg, allowing his erection to brush against my heat.

"Mmm, that feels good," I moaned, pushing back, wanting him to do it again. I closed my eyes for a second before they shot open. "Shit, where's CeCe?" I sat up, holding the covers to my chest. The sheets on the bed she should have occupied were untouched, the contents of her bag spilling out over it. Where had she slept?

Matt tugged me down and brushed his lips along my collarbone. "Shh, it's fine. She didn't come back last night. I text Zaire to let her crash in my bed." He nibbled up my neck. "Didn't want to wake you or leave you." His mouth was warm on my skin as he suckled on a spot below my ear.

The tip of his cock rubbed against me and I shifted forward. "Mmm, can't believe–," I sighed and buried my hands in his hair. "Can't believe CeCe stayed with Zaire." Had he lied to me? The image of them together was fleeting, with Matt's touch as a distraction.

He moved away from my neck and kissed back down my body, between the valley of my breasts, until his tongue was swirling around my nipple. I arched into him, one of his hands finding the dip between my legs, brushing over my mound.

"Do you think something's–," he sucked hard on my nipple and pushed his thumb against my clit–, "Matt!" I said in a loud moan.

"Do you want to talk about them or fuck?"

"Fuck. Definitely want you to fuck me now," I panted as his fingers slipped inside of me at a painfully slow pace. My hips rocked to speed up his movements, but Matt kept his own momentum. I let out a raspy breath, biting my lip to hold my groans.

He laughed against my skin before kissing his way back to my ear. "Good," he whispered, sending a shiver up my spine. "I want you in the same position you woke up in."

I felt empty when he removed his fingers so he could grab the condom he had left on the bedside table. Flushed and cold at once, a shudder broke over my skin. The seconds he wasn't paying attention to my body were too long. I craved his lips burning every part of me, his breath rolling over me and his gaze anchoring me to him.

"Turn around." He grabbed my hips and tugged me close, my back flush to his front once more. "I might have pictured this a few times," he confessed, his voice husky and filled with hunger. The head of his cock teased my opening. "Yeah, definitely thought of you moaning my name."

Ribbons of pleasure shot between my thighs from the anticipation. "Matt, please."

He placed open mouth kisses down my spine, making me arch as he pushed in, inch by inch. His fingers swept across my stomach and over my clit, groaning and nuzzling his head against me. Twisting my upper body, I reached up to draw his face closer and seize his lips with mine.

The familiar build-up of my orgasm bubbled under the surface, muscles twitching, breath quickening. Heated electricity crackled in the atmosphere.

Matt's thrusts grew faster and deeper, fingers rubbing against my sweet spot, our moans consumed between our joined lips.

Climaxing at almost the same time, Matt held me tight against him and released his hold, relaxing into the bed. "Sleepovers are the best."

My ears were still ringing, vision blurred, when he pulled me to lie on his chest. My fingers absentmindedly brushed over his bee tattoo as I steadied my racing pulse. "Unplanned sleepover."