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Shaking his head, he threads our fingers together before dipping his head to bite my neck. “You could never hurt me, Ducky.”

“Then why are you crying? Was it Val?”

Instead of answering, he kisses down my bare chest, taking a nipple in between his teeth to suck. It sends a jolt down to my groin, making my dick perk up immediately, and I groan when he moves to the other one. “Stop trying to distract me. You know how much it drives me crazy when you do that.”

Humming, he bites down hard, licking away the sting when I hiss. His lips stay latched as he undoes my jeans, and the minute his palm curves around my shaft, I buck beneath him, chasing the friction. With his free hand, he pulls out his own length before lining us up. While he continues to suckle me, Matty jerks us together, his precum slick enough to help our cocks glide against each other.

“Fuck,” he moans around my nipple, driving me close to the edge with the frenzied tempo of his strokes. Just as I’m about to topple over, he releases us suddenly, getting to his feet to slide off his sweats. “Can we…will you fuck me again?”

I blink at the ceiling for several seconds, chest heaving from being so close to coming. Once I’ve gotten myself under control, I turn my head to find him gazing down at me completely naked, the anguish in his features a juxtaposition to the massive boner pointed right at my face.

“What happened to us both bottoming? And why are you trying to distract me with sex?”

He swallows hard, coming around the bed to hook his fingers under the hem of my jeans, pulling them off me. “I just want to feel you inside of me again, okay? We can switch another time.”

“Matty, I think we should talk—"

Climbing on top of me again, he cuts me off with a kiss, plunging his tongue into my mouth as he reaches back to position my cock at his entrance.

“I don’t want to talk. I just want you,” he whispers desperately, and then he sinks down onto me in one swift move.

“Fuck!” I shout, grabbing onto his hips as his ass envelops my dick, so tight it’s almost painful.

He slaps a hand over my lips when he starts to ride me, his face twisted in discomfort. “Shh, we need to be quiet.”

“Oh my God.”

It feels so fucking good, his muscled body trapping me as he covers my mouth. When my eyes finish rolling in the back of my head, I open them to see Matty’s teeth gritted. His breath is staggered as he rolls his hips against me, lids squeezed shut in pain.

“Baby, stop.” Sitting up quickly, I wriggle around until he lifts off my dick with a hiss. “Dammit, we should have used lotion or something. I’m hurting you.”

“I want it,” he replies, reaching for me again as his lips quiver. “Please, Xed, I need it to hurt.”

What the fuck?

Crawling away from him, I scoot against the headboard, my racing pulse thundering in my ears. Something heavy settles in my chest as I watch the way he bows his head, fresh tears streaming down his face.

“Matthew…what did you do?”

A broken noise leaves his lips as he wipes his nose, shoulders shaking from sobs. “I’m so sorry, Ducky. Please don’t hate me.”

My lungs constrict, the air in the room suddenly too thick to breathe, entombing me like a casket. When his guilty eyes meet mine, it feels like I’ve been buried alive.

“Valerie…you…” The words won’t even pass my lips, but I force them out in disbelief. “You fucked her.”

Not a question. Because I fucking know him.

Swallowing hard, Matty drops his watery gaze. “We’re… getting back together—"

“You fucked her!”

He says nothing, just buries his face in his hands to cry, and the sight sends a whirlwind of conflicting emotions through me. The need to comfort him clashes with a sick satisfaction at his tears, the instinct to protect making me close the distance between us while the anger has me pushing off the bed.

Betrayal burns like acid in my gut. Quickly, I shove my legs into my jeans and make for the door, but I only get halfway there when Matty grabs my arm to pull me back.

“Please, Ducky, let me explain—"

“Don’t ever fucking call me that again," I bite out as I shove him off me, shaking from how hard I’m trying to keep my voice down for Hannah. I want to rage, to rip down the walls, and break every single thing in this house like the way he just broke my heart. “How…how could you?”