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“It does,” I had to agree and made a mental note to clean my own room before subjecting Matt to my humble teen self and his very poor cleaning habits.
“I never brought any boyfriends home here. It was like a total safe zone. Just me. Friends coming over sometimes, but nothing else. I did wank a lot in that bed, though.”
“Matt.” I sighed. I could kind of imagine him, all alone here and dreaming of something he never thought he would have. Like me. I used to dream of fame and fortune.
I had the fame, and my bank account was healthy, but I still didn’t feel like I’d succeeded. Not in any shape or form.
I’d also wanked. God. More than I wanted to remember.
“Wanna snog me in my room? Just so I can tell Ollie we fucked on his bed.”
“You wouldn’t! It’s his room?”
Matt laughed. “I wouldn’t. But I will, one day. Fuck you, I mean. Just so you know.”
“Matt,” I whispered. I couldn’t find any words to respond to that. I wanted to. But then he kissed me and I kind of lost all control. I lifted him up and wrapped my arms around his bum as his legs hooked behind my back.
He was heavier than I’d anticipated. He was a tall bloke, and I wasn’t a body builder. The bounce into the back of the door that slammed itself shut was louder than I’d anticipated, but Matt just laughed in my arms.
“You’re crazy.”
“I know.”
Then his lips where on mine, and his clothes smelled of smoke and outdoors, so I dug my face into his neck and just breathed.
I loved his skin against mine. I loved that he let me do this, even as his legs slid back down on the floor, his weight now pushing me harder into the door.
“After dessert, I’m ordering an Uber to take us home. Mum and Dad think you’re brilliant, but I however much I love being home, I think you need to go to bed.”
“Why? Because I’m tired?” I laughed and decided I really didn’t like Ollie. His behaviour had rubbed off on me, and my brain had gone all stupid.
“Yes. You’re very tired, muffin, and we have work tomorrow.”
He winked. I winked back.
“So we’re going home to bed.”
“Yup.”
“And in bed…?”
“Beforewe even get into bed, I intend to have you naked and desperate.”
I’d give him naked and desperate.
I was definitely desperate by the time the Uber pulled up outside Matt’s flat. Desperate enough that I probably looked off my face in the picture the driver asked if he could take with me for his daughter. Yeah, right. It was always for someone else. A son. A cousin. The wife loves you, mate.
Matt hadn’t said a word the whole way home. Just sat in the back looking out the window, holding my hand.
I got it. Had he looked at me, things would not have ended well. Still, we made it up the stairs and Matt put his key in the door. I followed him, closing the door gently behind me. And then he was ripping at my clothes while I was kicking off my shoes, and his head got stuck in his T-shirt as I got ahead of myself and started kissing his shoulders, and then he bloody bit me on the shoulder because I tried to grab his dick through his shorts.
This was not a film shoot, and thank God for that, as we tumbled clumsily down the hallway, bouncing off the walls with him trying to climb me, and I had his arse in my hands, but my dick was getting none of that lovely friction I’d craved all day.
“Want you to come when you fuck me,” he murmured into my ear.
The sound that came out of my mouth was pathetic, a slow whine as he dragged a fingernail up my chest and smoothed his palm over my pec. I shivered and tried to breathe.
“You OK?” he asked softly.
