“I would tell you what I told you before. You’re going to have to make the first step if you’d like anything to happen between us.” Both of my heels are on, and he gets up from the floor, turning to look around the room.
Fuck. He is a hard nut to crack.
“What’s there?” I point to the entrance to the ballroom. Next to it, there’s a door with a bar-like opening on the left of it.
“It’s probably the coatroom.”
I head toward the door, curious to see it, but more curious to get him in a less open space.
The door opens easily, and we both step inside. The room consists of dark walls with multiple clothes racks extended from the wall. Numerous hangers hang from the rack and a long shelf sits on top of it.
In here, we’re completely secluded from the outside world. The counter area gives a free view of the ballroom, but we would hear if someone were to get in through the entrance. It’s perfect.
“I’ve never been in one of these,” he says with a smile. The smile turns to shock when I press my palm on his chest and push his back against the wall.
“You wanted me to make the first step...” I shrug, acting unaffected, although my pulse pumps wildly. Bringing my handsto the skirt, I lift it slightly up before making my way to kneel on the plush, dark red carpet.
Nice Guy Matt is still here, evident by the surprise on his face, but as his eyes darken, I know the other Matt I know will soon replace him. He just needs a little help.
I glide my hands up his knees, over his thighs, all the way to his belt. His breath hitches.
“What are you doing?” he says, his voice pained.
“What you’ve told me...” I work on unclasping his belt buckle and slide the belt out of his pants. I press the belt into his hand. He’ll need it.
“I’m pretty sure this isn’t what I meant...”
“Really? You can tell me, with all honesty, that you never imagined this?” My words taunt him.
I unzip his slacks, revealing his hard cock underneath the thin fabric of his boxers.
He swallows.
Sliding both the pants and boxers down, I grip his cock with my hand.
“Fuck . . .” he groans out.
“That’s what I thought.” I smirk, looking directly into his eyes before licking the precum of the tip of his cock.
20
MATT
Ihiss as she slides her tongue over my throbbing dick.
She’s been teasing me all day with that tight skirt and poor excuse for a shirt, so I’m already painfully hard, dying to slide all the way into her mouth.
This day took a turn I wasn’t expecting, but you won’t see me complaining.
She looks me straight in the eyes as she takes me in all the way to the back of her throat. Her bright red lips are a vision, leaving marks all over my shaft. I move her hair away and hold it at the back of her head as she pumps my cock in and out of her mouth excruciatingly slow. My hand twitches with the need to move her head, but I keep steady, letting her control the pace.
Sliding the cock out of her mouth, she looks at me innocently. “Is there a problem?” she asks, spit dripping from her bottom lip.
“Nope,” I growl, my patience wearing thin. Involuntarily, I pull her head back to my cock as two Matts battle inside.
“How about you show me what you want?” She smirks, pushing me to my breaking point.
I take the belt hanging over my shoulder and circle her nape.
