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The room felt smaller than it really was. People were around every corner, laughing, sipping drinks, having just a grand old time. It seemed like I just wasn’t going to enjoy myself tonight…Matty knew these large social gatherings weren’t really my thing. He even said we would only stay for an hour, two hours tops…but that was three hours ago.
I wasn’t going to complain though. This was Ross’s birthday party. I wanted him to be there for one of his longest, closest friends and I wanted Ross to know I respected their relationship and Matty’s autonomy by not complaining.
After all, Ross’s spot in Matty’s wedding was already reserved. Mine wasn’t even being considered yet.
It wasn’t that I didn’t like Ross, Adam, or George. I was actually quite fond of them. They were always kind to me and were happy to have me around, but I especially liked how Matty was around them. Matty was a…different sort, to put it lightly, on the regular. He was always saying things without thinking, going off on tangents, and sometimes just being a real pain-in-the-ass. But around Ross, Adam, and George, he was self-assured and easier to get along with. He still said things without thinking and went off on tangents, but he was far, far less of a pain-in-the-ass. I didn’t only want tonight to go smoothly for my benefit…I wanted it for Matty’s too.
So, here I was, hidden in the corner of Ross’s living room, nursing my drink, and watching Matty from afar.
He looked good tonight. He wore black slacks, a burgundy button-up with a black tie, and a black sport jacket with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His dark hair, which up until recently had always been gelled back out of his face, fell in his eyes in individual finger curls.
His body language matched his clothing choice, relaxed yet quietly engaged. He was lounged on the end of the sectional sofa with one leg crossed over the other, jacket splayed over his torso. He held a scotch glass in one hand and a stray curl in the other, which he kept swiftly brushing behind his ear. He smiled and laughed at a joke Ross had just finished telling. My heart melted at the way his emotion reached his eyes. I felt myself begin to miss him, even though he was sat not fifteen feet away from me.
One could say my outfit choice for tonight perfectly complimented the simplicity of Matty’s. I’d chosen a cocktail-length black dress that featured no back, spaghetti straps, a plunging neckline, and a slit running up my left leg and stopping just below the base of my hip. The bodice was nicely fitted to my torso and dotted with black matte beads. The skirt was a flowing waterfall of chiffon that brushed against my skin like a cool breeze. My hair was normally styled in soft ringlets, but I had spent the better part of an hour straightening it until it fell around my shoulders like silk.
I downed the remainder of my beverage in a single gulp. Despite my personal notions on tonight and how much I wanted Matty to have a good time with his friends, I was beginning to get impatient. My social battery was quickly draining, and I knew if this went on much longer, I wasn’t going to want to do anything besides curl up in bed and sleep once we went home. And since Matty and I both cleaned up nice for the party this evening, I was wanting to get a little dirty with him before the night ended. But I wasn’t about to waltz over to where he was sitting, especially since I wasn’t trusting that I would behave now that I had some alcohol in me. Knowing me, I’d end up making a fool out of myself in front of Matty and his friends (half of whom I had yet to be introduced to) and then my spot at the wedding would definitely be nixed. I was getting desperate for his attention, but I was far from that level.
But then we made eye contact.
He held my gaze with his in a chokehold; I couldn’t have looked away even if I’d wanted to. I felt a flush creep up my shoulders and neck until it reached my face. The room was dim, but I could tell he noticed. He raised an eyebrow in a silent question.
I tried to keep my face as devoid of emotion as possible. It was far easier for me to silently pine for Matty’s attention and let myself become frustrated than for me to do it with an audience. Now that he was giving me a glance for the first time in 30 minutes, I was anxiously shoving all of my previous emotions down.
My efforts to look nonchalant must’ve tipped him off that something was up, because I saw a smirk begin to tug at the right corner of his mouth. He motioned with his head for me to come over.
Well, shit.
I drew in a shaky breath and began walking over. He and his friends broke into a chorus saying my name. I smiled shyly at the attention. I felt Matty’s hand at the small of my back guide me to the arm of the sectional next to him. I sat with my back to him and turned my attention to the conversation; I was hyper-aware of the social aspect now. Something told me Matty was in perfect tune to the way I was feeling at the moment. I wasn’t going to give his friends the opportunity to join him.
The conversation quickly went back to where it was before my arrival. Something about reliving memories at university? I was trying my best to follow along, but I could feel Matty’s hot gaze on my bare back. His hand rested at my left hip, fingers creeping slowly to the slit in my skirt. He managed to slide his hand fully into my skirt through the slit, causing me to tense.
If he’d noticed, Matty didn’t let on. He was still actively contributing to the conversation, humming in agreement, and laughing when appropriate. It was like I wasn’t even sitting next to him with the amount of social attention he was giving me, but he was compensating for that with physical attention.
His fingers trailed up and down along the skin of my inner thigh. Every so often, they’d graze the hem of my panties and I’d tense again, terrified that his friends would discover I was letting him do this to me in front of them. This went on for a minute or two, which then he slid a finger into my panties and felt around for my clit.
If we had been anywhere else, I would have melted into him completely and he would’ve been able to have his way with me, but we weren’t anywhere else, and worse yet, we were in public. I stood up from the sofa abruptly and quietly excused myself to the bathroom.
I risked a quick glance back at Matty. I didn’t know what facial expression I was expecting him to have, but it wasn’t the one of concern he was wearing. His eyebrows were drawn close over his beautiful eyes, head cocked to one side as if asking, what’s wrong? You didn’t like it? I averted my eyes and kept walking away.
Nothing was wrong. I loved it. If we hadn’t been in a room full of people, I would have gladly let him dig around in my dress to his heart’s content. I wanted so bad to let go and lose myself in the pleasure he was making me feel. I didn’t want him to stop. But I didn’t trust myself to keep quiet and let it all happen silently. At some point I would’ve let out a moan and then the mortification would have set in and then I wouldn’t be able to show my face to his friends for the rest of time. So short term solution? Run to the bathroom. At least then I’d have the privacy to finish what Matty had started. No sense in hoping we’d leave the party anytime soon.
The bathroom was lit for evening ambience like the rest of the apartment, and far removed from the rest of the party. But the door didn’t have a lock. I was beyond caring though, so I shut the door, leaned back against it, slid my panties down to my knees and began touching myself.
For how flustered I was, it surprised me how quickly I was able to get off. My legs tensed as the pressure low in my belly began to build and I sucked in a breath of anticipation, but a knock at the door made my eyes snap open.
I was silent, my fingers frozen against my clit. I had a feeling the person who knocked was Matty, but I didn’t trust myself to make a noise until I knew for certain it was him. If it wasn’t, maybe they would see the light on underneath the door and go away and I could get back to what I was doing.
It was Matty. He said my name and then twisted the knob, pushing the door open.
I stumbled forward and furiously attempted to pull my panties back up while murmuring, “shit, shit, shit,” under my breath. By the time I’d composed myself and turned around to face him, he’d shut the door and was staring at me with a questioning look on his face.
I stared back at him, borderline fuming. “Why would you open the door?” I asked.
He blinked. “Were you…masturbating?”
I huffed and rolled my eyes, already feeling the blush coloring my cheeks. I didn’t want to answer him in fear of my voice breaking. This moment was the icing on the cake. I was finally getting something that I wanted after letting Matty do what he wanted the whole evening, and while I wasn’t getting what I’d originally wanted, it was still something. And it was just ripped away from me because Matty opened the fucking door.
Matty must’ve taken my silence as a “yes,” because the stupid grin that I normally loved but now wanted to smack off his face curled over his lips. “So, you did like it!” He giggled and went to peck me on the cheek, but I ducked out of his reach.
“Matty, please leave,” I said, voice already starting to quiver.
He froze and that questioning look he’d had before came back. “Why?”
“Because, I want to be alone right now,” I hoped he wouldn’t push, but clearly that was wishful thinking.
“You’re masturbating and you want to be alone?” he stifled a laugh. “Can’t that be taken as an oxymoron? Especially since I’m here and willing to help out the cause?”
Damn it, he was cute, but I was too angry. I wanted to yell and scream at him, but I knew none of this was his fault. If I’d stuck to his side tonight, let the alcohol turn me into an affectionate mess and kissed his neck a few times, maybe we would’ve been out of here and fucking the sense out of each other hours ago. But then again, I would’ve felt guilty for taking him away from his friends for my own selfish reasons because it was Ross’s birthday. I was angry with myself, and I refused to project it onto Matty.
Matty’s smile melted and he was concerned again. He said my name.
Angry tears started to fall, spilling out of my eyes like a dam had broken. Matty’s mouth fell open in shock. “Good God, babe, what’s the matter?”
Despite my composure crumbling, I managed say, “I want to go home,”
Realization washed over his features. “Oh fuck, I told you we wouldn’t stay longer than an hour, I forgot,”
I stifled a sob and wiped at my eyes. My fingers came away smudged with makeup. Great.
“Aw, babe,” he said softly. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Because Matty, I care about you, I care about your friends, your relationship with your friends, and I didn’t want to come off as being selfish. It’s Ross’s fucking birthday, for God’s sake. What kind of girlfriend would I be if I took you away from something like this just to have you all to myself?”
He didn’t respond, but his expression remained concerned. I decided to continue.
“We haven’t been together long, and I’ve been in relationships where either my friends were upset with the guy because he was taking me away from them, or the guy’s friends were upset with me because I was taking him away from them. I know it’s something that’s going to happen in any relationship, regardless, but I want to avoid the worst of it as much as possible because I genuinely like you and your friends, and I don’t want their perception of me to sour because of something like this.”
Matty was silent for a beat longer before a small smile appeared on his lips. “Well, I’d hoped you’d genuinely liked me considering you’ve seen me naked,”
“Matthew,” I hissed, feeling a wave of tears fall down my face again.
“Right, I’m sorry,” he shook his head like he was trying to clear it. “Can I give you a hug?”
I nodded and fell into his arms, drinking in his warm, clean scent.
He squeezed my shoulders affectionately and pecked the top of my head. “I don’t really know what to say to all that, mostly because no other girl has cared about me or my life or the other people in my life enough to even worry about those sorts of things. But uh…thank you?”
I giggled into his shirt which was already stained with my tears, makeup, and snot. “No worries,” I murmured. “Can we just go home now?”
A laugh rumbled in his chest. “Sure. I’ll make a mental note to never keep you out past 11:30,”
I rolled my eyes, even though he couldn’t see, and squeezed his waist tight enough that he let out a little grunt.
I pulled back from the hug and turned to the mirror. My makeup was far past fixable. My winged eyeliner that I had spent so long trying to make perfect was smudged beyond recognition and my mascara was streaked down my cheeks instead of on my eyelashes. I turned the water on to wipe off as much as I could and hoped that the ambient lighting would hide the rest.
Matty stood behind me, watching my reflection in the mirror. I smiled sheepishly at him, unsure what he was thinking, but he went to hug my waist and pressed his lips to my shoulder, and that pretty much cleared up that unknown.
“You’re beautiful, you know that? And I’m sorry I was such a twat tonight,” he murmured against my skin.
I dried my hands. “I know you’re sorry,” was all I said in response. I leaned into his touch, though, and craned my neck to plant a lingering kiss on his lips.
His hands moved from my stomach to my hips, to my thighs, and soon enough, one was back in my panties and the other was holding my skirt wide open.
I wasn’t tensing this time. His fingers quickly found my clit and began to slowly trace circles around it. I let myself melt into his frame, my head lolling back onto his shoulder.
“Fuck, you look so good like this, babe,” he whispered huskily. I should’ve known he was watching in the mirror; fucking perv.
I felt an orgasm blooming in my belly when I remembered the door had no lock. “Matty, stop,” I gasped.
His hands pulled away immediately and he looked at me incredulously. “What?”
I gestured to the door. “Ross doesn’t have a lock.” His eyes moved between me and the door in question. “Of fucking course, he doesn’t,” he cursed under his breath. “Well, I don’t want to wait until we get home, it’s an hour train ride.”
I agreed with him. I had been sexually frustrated all night and was tired of feeling that way. And one look at the growing bulge in Matty’s pants told me that an hour on the train to the safety of our bedroom was not going to be comfortable for either of us.
I stepped forward and touched his waist, pressing our bodies flush up against one another. I could feel his erection against my stomach. “Only one way to fuck without letting the door open,” I drawled.
He brushed my hair behind my shoulders and swallowed thickly. “We’ll have to be quiet,” he breathed, “and fast,”
In record time, I undid his belt and the button and zipper of his pants. His erection was straining against its cotton confines, and I palmed him overtop his boxers. He let out a throaty moan and let his head rest against the door. I let my fingers stroke him through the hole in his boxers before I pulled at his waistband to set him free.
I was about to get down on my knees when he grabbed my wrists and kissed me roughly on the mouth. He was panting like he hadn’t had a cold drink in years. “No time for a suck-off, babe,” he said against my lips. He released my wrists and grabbed at my skirt. I hiked it up around my waist while he practically ripped my panties off and stuffed them in his shirt pocket. “You can have these back later.” He grunted and lifted me up with one arm, switching our places so that my back was pressed up against the door.
Thankfully I was still wet from earlier. He slid into me so easily it felt like ecstasy. Matty braced his weight on the arm that wasn’t holding me to his pelvis, holding the door still as he pumped into me so that it wouldn’t rattle.
I couldn’t get off without having my clit touched. Matty handled that usually, but since his hands were occupied, I dipped my hand down between us and took care of it myself. My other hand clutched at Matty’s hips, holding the hem of his dress shirt up so I could see them colliding with mine.
It took everything I had not make a sound. Matty was doing a pretty good job too. His eyes trailed over my body, lingering where his body merged with mine and then moving up to my chest. He huffed and lurched forward, pulling down the straps of my dress with his teeth in order to get a better look at my breasts. He kissed the soft skin of my chest and trailed his tongue between my breasts. “Want to suck on you but I’m too close,” he panted. “Look like heaven taking me so well, can’t stop watching you touch yourself,”
I shook my head and leaned against his shoulder, hoping the gesture was enough to ease his fucked-out rambling. I was close too. I didn’t speak, too afraid that if I formed a coherent sentence, I would scare my orgasm away. I felt so deliciously full with him inside me, my eyes were glued to him sliding in and out. That, added with my fingers on my clit and Matty’s labored breathing, I felt my muscles start to clench around him involuntarily along with a balloon of warmth inflating in my lower belly.
Matty whimpered and his lips met my neck, and I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my mouth as I orgasmed. After two more thrusts, he tensed and made a choking noise and coupled with the growing wetness I felt, I knew he’d finished too. He stopped his rhythm and removed his one hand from the door, replaced it on my waist, face still buried in my neck.
The room was quiet save for the faint noises of the party and our heavy breathing. We lifted our heads at the same time and made eye contact. I wanted to burn that sight of him into my memory, chocolate brown eyes with their pupils blown, practically swimming in lust, dark curls falling this way and that, lips full and pink from all the kissing. I reached up to knot my fingers in his hair. He leaned into my touch.
I wanted to say something tender, something that would reflect all the warm and gooey feelings I had toward Matty at the moment, but he beat me to it, and not with something tender: “I could go again. Give me maybe five minutes?”
I busted out laughing and buried my face in his shoulder. “I’ll give you an hour on the train home, babe, I’m not going again in Ross’s bathroom.”
We untangled ourselves from each other in a flurry of hushed curses and giggles and quickly began cleaning up. Matty offered me back my panties from his shirt pocket, but I told him no. “It would add to the thrill of the train ride, don’t you think? Knowing that I’m sat next to you with nothing covering me but my little skirt?”
That remark had Matty following me out of the bathroom like a little puppy. Ross and the rest of Matty’s friends, including Adam and George, were exactly where we had left them, lounging around the sectional, and joking with each other. Matty pecked my hair before giving them all quick claps on the shoulders. “We’re off, lads, I’ll text you in the morning,”
Ross looked from me to Matty, from Matty to me, and then quipped, “Off for a fuck are we?”
I laughed despite the flush I felt on my shoulders, but Ross didn’t seem upset, much to my relief. He made a shooing motion at the two of us and we didn’t hesitate to get out of there. Matty’s hand found mine in the elevator on the way down to the street. “I can pull the emergency button,” he whispered. “Have another round before our trek home?”
I swatted at him but didn’t protest when he began to kiss my neck.