rubbed his hands over my breasts, his palm and fingers grazing my nipples. I twitched each time he touched the sensitive buds.
He was right, fuck, he was right. The thought that any one of my neighbors could be watching Matt manhandle me thrilled me darkly.
I licked my lips. My mouth felt like it had been stuffed with sawdust. I had to do something, at least let him know what I was thinking.
"I do," I whispered. The words came hoarsely from my throat. "I like it, I... please, Matt... please."
Matt relented suddenly. His iron arm loosened and his possessive touch turned gentle, caressing my belly. He leaned down and kissed the corner of my mouth.
A crackle of pure need shook me at the touch of his mouth. My tongue slipped out and flickered over his lips. God, give me more...
"I know," he said. "I know what you want, and I don't want to share you with the neighborhood."
Could have fooled me. The comeback died on my lips.
"Another time I'll make you ask. I'll make you say it and beg for it. But Hannah..." His voice faltered. Fuck, I loved that. "I need this, too."
Matt reached past me smoothly and opened the back door of his car.
"In you go, little bird. Get on your hands and knees. I'm going to take you from behind."
I swallowed. Why were those frank words so hot?
I didn't hesitate—but I could have. I could have turned and walked back to the house. Matt wasn't pushing me. He wasn't touching me at all.
Despite his strength and insistence, he was leaving this decision entirely up to me.
I brushed past him and climbed into the cool leather interior, struggling to master my shaking. Matt was right behind me. I could practically feel his eyes on my ass.
The car smelled brand new and was ridiculously spacious. Matt pulled the door closed behind us. I knelt over the large center console, knees on one side, hands on the other, and glanced sheepishly over my shoulder. My mouth fell open.
Matt was shoving down his jeans enough to free his cock. I strained to see as my eyes adjusted to the darkness. He got it out and I must have made some noise, because his eyes snapped up to mine. He smirked at me.
"Like what you see?" he murmured.
My eyes strayed helplessly back to his cock. Yes... please. I could only nod as I watched Matt stroke himself, his hand traveling lazily up and down that thick, intimidatingly long organ. His burning gaze was glued to my expression.
"Stare all you want," he said softly. "I'm hard for you. I saw you dancing, Hannah. At the bar. When will you dance for me? When will you put on a show for me?"
I hung my head and exhaled. My long curls spilled over the seat.
"I want you," I breathed.
He slid my tiny shorts down my ass and left them around my thighs. I heard him inhale sharply. Of course, I was still wearing the thong.
"Oh, you're bad, you're wicked," he groaned, spreading my cheeks and massaging my ass. "God, you're perfect. Look at you."
I parted my knees farther and was satisfied to hear the gesture drag another groan out of Matt. He was crumbling.
He pressed a finger to my sex, digging the satin thong into it and making me roll my hips back helplessly.
"Fuck, Hannah, fuck."
Note to self: wear thong, render Matt speechless.
He began fumbling for something in his pocket. A condom, I realized.
"No, I—" I stammered. "I have an IUD, I..."
I wanted it skin to skin. I wanted Matt to give it to me, now, hard. I wanted to be able to say these things, but all I could do was struggle not to drool.
Matt's eyes flickered to mine. In one motion, he pulled down my thong and climbed over me. My only warning that he was about to enter me came when I felt his plump head against my lips, his hand hastily positioning it.
"Ah, god!" I cried out as he slammed into me, burying himself to the hilt. I was so tight around him, or he was so big, or both—I felt like he might split me apart.
Matt gave a jagged moan as he entered me.
"Hannah! Ah fuck, Hannah."
My name fell from his lips endlessly,
He was right, fuck, he was right. The thought that any one of my neighbors could be watching Matt manhandle me thrilled me darkly.
I licked my lips. My mouth felt like it had been stuffed with sawdust. I had to do something, at least let him know what I was thinking.
"I do," I whispered. The words came hoarsely from my throat. "I like it, I... please, Matt... please."
Matt relented suddenly. His iron arm loosened and his possessive touch turned gentle, caressing my belly. He leaned down and kissed the corner of my mouth.
A crackle of pure need shook me at the touch of his mouth. My tongue slipped out and flickered over his lips. God, give me more...
"I know," he said. "I know what you want, and I don't want to share you with the neighborhood."
Could have fooled me. The comeback died on my lips.
"Another time I'll make you ask. I'll make you say it and beg for it. But Hannah..." His voice faltered. Fuck, I loved that. "I need this, too."
Matt reached past me smoothly and opened the back door of his car.
"In you go, little bird. Get on your hands and knees. I'm going to take you from behind."
I swallowed. Why were those frank words so hot?
I didn't hesitate—but I could have. I could have turned and walked back to the house. Matt wasn't pushing me. He wasn't touching me at all.
Despite his strength and insistence, he was leaving this decision entirely up to me.
I brushed past him and climbed into the cool leather interior, struggling to master my shaking. Matt was right behind me. I could practically feel his eyes on my ass.
The car smelled brand new and was ridiculously spacious. Matt pulled the door closed behind us. I knelt over the large center console, knees on one side, hands on the other, and glanced sheepishly over my shoulder. My mouth fell open.
Matt was shoving down his jeans enough to free his cock. I strained to see as my eyes adjusted to the darkness. He got it out and I must have made some noise, because his eyes snapped up to mine. He smirked at me.
"Like what you see?" he murmured.
My eyes strayed helplessly back to his cock. Yes... please. I could only nod as I watched Matt stroke himself, his hand traveling lazily up and down that thick, intimidatingly long organ. His burning gaze was glued to my expression.
"Stare all you want," he said softly. "I'm hard for you. I saw you dancing, Hannah. At the bar. When will you dance for me? When will you put on a show for me?"
I hung my head and exhaled. My long curls spilled over the seat.
"I want you," I breathed.
He slid my tiny shorts down my ass and left them around my thighs. I heard him inhale sharply. Of course, I was still wearing the thong.
"Oh, you're bad, you're wicked," he groaned, spreading my cheeks and massaging my ass. "God, you're perfect. Look at you."
I parted my knees farther and was satisfied to hear the gesture drag another groan out of Matt. He was crumbling.
He pressed a finger to my sex, digging the satin thong into it and making me roll my hips back helplessly.
"Fuck, Hannah, fuck."
Note to self: wear thong, render Matt speechless.
He began fumbling for something in his pocket. A condom, I realized.
"No, I—" I stammered. "I have an IUD, I..."
I wanted it skin to skin. I wanted Matt to give it to me, now, hard. I wanted to be able to say these things, but all I could do was struggle not to drool.
Matt's eyes flickered to mine. In one motion, he pulled down my thong and climbed over me. My only warning that he was about to enter me came when I felt his plump head against my lips, his hand hastily positioning it.
"Ah, god!" I cried out as he slammed into me, burying himself to the hilt. I was so tight around him, or he was so big, or both—I felt like he might split me apart.
Matt gave a jagged moan as he entered me.
"Hannah! Ah fuck, Hannah."
My name fell from his lips endlessly,
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