Chapter thirty-seven
"Stay in my room unless it's absolutely necessary to leave." I roll my eyes at him.
"I'm not your child."
"Yes you are, baby." I smile at his comment.
"Sick fuck," I say playfully. He pins me down on his bed.
"Keep talking all that shit and I might have to punish you when I get back." God, his words make me so hot.
"Maybe that's what I'm aiming for," I say, prodding him.
"I know what you're trying to do. But I have to go. Remember what I said." he blows a kiss at me before walking out the door. I pull out my phone and see that there's a text from Skylar and Josh. I check Skylar's text.
Hey Baeee. What're you up to? I smile at the text.
At the frat house. Matt's getting me food. I'm in his room. I press send. A few seconds later she replies with
OMG!!! Me too. I'm hanging out with some friends. Come hang with us! When Matt gets back you can go eat. You shouldn't be cooped up and bored in that room.
Okay. Where are you?
Go down to the basement, Hmm. I didn't know there was a basement.
Be there in five. Matt is gonna literally kill me. I check my hair in the mirror. I look so bad. It's all good. My hair is a hot mess and I look stressed out I don't really even care anymore. I walk out of Matt's room and downstairs. It's actually kind of full. It's mostly guys but there are some women. I walk up to the guy I saw last time I was here. Liam.
"Hi," I say, friendly.
"You good? Everything okay?"
"Yeah. I just had a question. Where's the basement?"
"Right over here." He leads me through the crowd and to a set of stairs. Smells like weed down there. "That's where all the druggies hang out." he jokes.
"Thank you," I say with a smile.
"No problem. I'm here if you need me." he turns around and walks back into the crowd. I walk down the stairs. Damn it smells like weed down here. It's not dark down here or anything. Its pretty well-lit down here.
"Novah," Skylar squeals. A girl with space buns, a nose piercing, a black crop top, and black shorts is sitting next to her. Skylar gestures for me to sit next to her.
"Novah, this is Alessia." she looks between me and the girl in all black. "Alessia, Novah." I smile at Alessia and Alessia offers a very unenthusiastic, fake, smile in return.
"Want one?" Alessia asks and holds up a small joint.
"I'm okay," I say politely.
"So, you seeing anyone?" Alessia asks snidely.
"Umm...I really don't know yet."
"What do you mean? You don't know who you're dating?" I look at Skylar in irritation and she gives me an 'I'm sorry' shrug. I know that Alessia wants Matt. I can see it in her eyes, so I'm gonna use that to my advantage.
"Yeah, actually. I'm seeing this guy. I don't know if you know him. He's sooooo hot." I say spitefully. She narrows her eyes at me and takes a long drag of her joint. I smile at her. "His name's Matt. Like I said, I don't think you know him." She cocks her head and smiles back.
"Yeah, I actually do know him. That man can do anything with his hands." she puts extra emphasis on 'anything'. I lean in closer.
"Yeah. I was just learning that today. And yesterday. And the day before. Over. And over. And over." I say slowly.
"Do you want a drink?" Skylar chimes in.
"Yeah, I'll take a beer." Skylar opens a beer and hands it to me. The bottle is dripping wet and my fingers are quickly growing cold from touching it. I take a sip.
"So, are you and Matt, serious? Or did you just meet?" she asks contemptuously.
"We're just in the beginning stages of our relationship." I exaggerate on 'relationship'.
"But you wouldn't know anything about a relationship, would you? Alessia."
"Well at least I'm not sleeping with a guy before he can say, 'slut'" she says, making eye contact. I know this Goth bitch didn't just call me a slut. I move closer.
"What did you just say to me?"
"Novah!" I turn and see Matt walking my way. I take a sip of my beer and move right up in Alessia's face.
"I'm sorry that you can't have him. You might have better luck with the ladies." I turn and walk away from her, beer still in hand. I walk through the crowd and back up the stairs. I walk up the second set of stairs and to Matt's room. Once I make it into Matt's room I see that Matt is right behind me. He's standing there with a smug grin and his arms crossed.
"See you've met Alessia." He moves closer and wraps his arms around, kissing me on the neck.
"She's an absolute bitch."
"Well, I see you've handled her, baby. Just the way you handle me." I look up at him. "Eres despiadado. Mi Reina. Todo mío." He says in Spanish.
"You have to stop doing that. I have no clue what you're saying."
"That's the point, Mi Amor." I know what that means. It makes me bubble up inside when he says 'Mi Amor'.
"Even though, it's a major turn-on when you talk to me in Spanish."
"Noted," he says with a twinkle in his mischievous green eyes. "Now, let's eat before you give me a damn heart attack." We both sit cross-legged on his bed.
"Guess what I got?"
"What?" I say with excitement.
"Fried chicken and mac and cheese." I beam at him.
"Oh my god. That sounds so good. I'm famished from missing you." He looks at me with an unidentifiable emotion. Hope, maybe?
"You missed me?" he asks as he takes the food out of the plastic bag.
"Yes. Also, I meant to ask, how many times have you fucked Alessia?" my voice comes off a tad angrier than I'd intended. He looks up at me worriedly.
"It doesn't matter. All that matters is us."
"No. Because Alessia was all talking about how you can do anything with your hands." I look up at him angrily.
"Okay. I fucked her a few times. But it was casual sex and honest-to-god, I think she's really damn annoying now. She's obviously mad that you're so perfect."
"What?"
"Stop pretending. You get hit on every day of your damn life."
"So do you." He smiles at me.
"I barely notice, when you're around." I put my food down.
"Not hungry?" he asks. I catapult myself at him and he falls back on the bed.
"Eres Toda mi Mundo Bebe," he says while stroking my face. I'm straddling him. "You're my whole world, baby" I look at him, wanting to believe that.
"How?" I whisper.
"I don't deserve you." he presses his mouth against mine. "At all." He pulls his shirt over his head and I take off mine. I moan into his mouth. "Fuck." he curses. He pulls my leggings off and kisses my neck. I roll my neck over to give him better access to that sweet spot below my ear. I moan as he sucks on that sensitive spot. He jumps off of the bed and goes into the closet. He emerges from the closet holding a navy blue tie.
"What's that for?" I ask innocently. I sit on the edge of the bed. Matt has a solemn expression on his face. He shoves me onto the bed and grabs my wrists in his hand. He tightly secures them with the tie. I moan loudly.
"Callate la Boca!" he exclaims. God, I love that he's tying me up and talking dirty to me in Spanish. This is literally my fantasy. He pulls my panties off aggressively and throws them across the room.
"Don't move an inch," he says. He takes the food from off of the bed and places it on his desk. He walks back over to me. "Good girl," he says to me, as I haven't moved at all. I moan at his dirty words. He moves close to my face. "I swear to fucking god. I'm trying so hard to control myself right now and your moaning is not helping," he says through gritted teeth.
"When are you gonna fuck me?" I say and he loses all his shit. He unbuckles his belt and pulls his pants down a little. He turns me over and now I'm on all fours. He slaps my bare ass swiftly and then slams into me.
"Matt!" I cry out.
"Fucking cock tease!" he yells as he thrusts into me harder and faster.
"Matt, Oh my God, please don't stop!" He flips me over abruptly. He forces my legs open and slams into me again. I immediately lose it. I release with a mind-blowing scream of his name. He spills inside of me and I feel the warmth spread throughout me. I bathe in the pleasure and satisfaction that I'm feeling right now. Matt sinks down on the bed next to me.
"Fuck that felt so good. Best sex I've ever had." I turn and face him.
"What?"
"Sex with you is fucking heaven for me. I hope it is for you." I touch his face with my hand and I almost say 'I love you'. Damn. Do I love him? No. I just met him. I can't love him.
"I really liked you being rough with me."
"Better than when I'm gentle?"
"No. I love them both."
"I'm sorry that I slapped you. I kinda got caught up in the moment."
"I liked it." He smiles mischievously at me but his brow furrows.
"Fuck. Wait a second!" He looks around on the floor and in the trash. "Fuck!!! We forgot to use a condom."
Uh oh.
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