The Light Only Shines In The Darkness - Jayma/Matt
Title: The Light Only Shines In The Darkness
Author: jaymatt
Pairing: Jayma/Matt
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Jaymatt is awesome....sorry if you're offended by that.
“You didn’t call me last night.” His voice was rough in my ear and I felt my hair get caught between my body and the wall as he pushed me higher, his lips falling lower down my neck warming my skin and I shivered holding back a moan at the sensation. The room was dark; it blankets us, shielding our indiscretion from the world.
I tried to answer him but it only came out as a squeak, his mouth latched into my nipple through my clothing as I opened my mouth to speak. He didn’t stop; my answer was of no consequence. He knew the answer before he asked the question; he always knew why I didn’t call. I don’t want to fight it any longer and my hands find their way into his thick curly hair. It’s so soft and my grip is so hard I fear I’ll hurt him. His groan isn’t of pain though and he tries to push my legs further apart with the knee that I’m straddling. Damn Emma’s tight pencil skirts.
I let go of his hair, using my hands now to try and stop his movements. If we’re not careful he’ll rip this skirt just like the last one; and I really don’t want to try to explain to Lou why my skirt is ripped again. “Matt.” My voice is huskier than I intended when I speak his name so close to his ear and I can’t help but lunge forward and bite it softly. He growls playfully in return and his teeth sink into the flesh of my neck; I giggle biting onto my own lip seductively even though I know he can’t see my face. He told me once that he loves it when I giggle and I love to indulge him.
“Jayma.” I can hear the playfulness in his tone when he finally acknowledges that I want his attention. And he speaks again before I can warn him about my skirt. “I won’t rip the skirt again.” His hands stop caressing my back and they fall lower. “I promise.” The word ‘promise’ is accompanied by the sound of a zipper being unzipped and my skirt falls to the floor pooling around the yellow Mary Janes.
There is no turning back now and I know our time is limited; we’re always so painfully limited. My hands pull the wooly vest from his body and my fingers struggle with each button on his shirt. I get half way and the temptation is too much, I need to feel his skin. My hands claw at his chest as I seek out his lips only to latch onto his bottom lip pulling it softly with my teeth. My vision has adjusted to the dark and with his soft flesh between my teeth I stare into his eyes.
His hand softly caresses the skin of my abdomen and I moan letting go of his lip in the process, only then does he finish ridding himself of his shirt dropping it to the floor to join the rest of our discarded clothing. I raise my arms in the air above my head because I know how much pleasure he gets from being the one to undress me and he pulls my sweater from my body in one motion, I reach for him. My hands can’t pick a single place on his body to touch so I allow them to wander all over. His chest is strong and I can feel his heart beating erratically. I grip as much of his arms in my tiny hands as I can and pull him more fully against me before reaching his back and scratching my passion into his skin. His sharp intake of breath tells me it hurts. “Ah. Do it again.” I can feel the words, his soft breath tickles my skin as he buries his face into my chest; I comply marking him as mine once again. He confessed to me once that he masturbates as the hot water of his shower stings the marks I leave on his body; remembering our lust, passion, want and love. I imagine him doing this and I want him so badly.
His hands run down my back cupping my ass roughly before he pulls my lace panties down my legs, they pool around my heels joining my skirt and I step out of them both kicking them to the side. I reach for his belt impatiently but before my fingers come into contact with the cold metal he drops to his knees his mouth fully against my warmth and a deep moan leaves my throat. His tongue is so warm and slick as he trails circles around my clit and my body begins to shake. I don’t remember allowing my hands to grip at his neck so roughly but I’m pulling him tighter against my need for him while my hips thrust forward. “Harder.” The word leaves my mouth mumbled through gritted teeth and I lift a leg planting my heel onto his shoulder giving him better access. It probably hurts, my heel digging into his flesh but I don’t care in this moment; I can’t get enough of him. He knows my body better than I know it and he brings me to the edge of orgasm so quickly I’m almost ashamed. My mouth falls open in anticipation. “Oh…Matt….yes….” I have a death grip on him now as I come hard, my whole body convulsing as I come down from the peak and my grip finally loosens. His lips never stop and he moves lower kissing and sucking a trail down my inner thigh his hands gripping at my sides painfully but it feels so good. It’s so good to be wanted so badly. “So good Matt…” I manage the words in between deep breaths.
As quickly as he had gone down he was back up, his lips leaving feather light kissing along my jaw, his hands removing my bra from my body. “I’m better than him right.” It was more of a statement than a question because he knew he was. I’ve told him many times.
“So much better babe, so much…” I finally get the chance to get my hands on his belt and I pull it out of the loops of his jeans letting it fall to the floor with a clink as the metal hits the wooden floor. He’s hard, so hard, the thick denim can’t disguise that and it makes me needy. His desire for me makes me ache for him. “I need you right now.” I work at the button and then the zipper before pushing his jeans and boxers down together. His erection, now free, rubs against the skin of my belly, his wetness drawing a pattern on my flesh as he steps out of his jeans and boxers, kicking them away. “I need to feel you pulsing inside of me.” My confession spurs him into action and he lifts me in his arms my legs wrapping around his body.
The length of his hardness is trapped between our bodies and I thrust up and down it, grinding against him causing him to stumble forward, my back is now against the wall once again. “Jay…….” He whines my name; one of his hands holding me against him, supporting me, while the other makes its way to my face. His touch is softer now and I know we’re about to make love. I reach between us, my eyes locked on his, and position him at my entrance. He pushes into me slowly and I watch his eyes roll back into his head until he’s fully inside of me. “Nothing feels better than being inside of you Jayma.” His fingers brush the strands of hair that had fallen into my face away. “I want this every day.”
It’s not the first time he’s said those words and they rip at my heart. “Me too; every day...” My forehead rests against his and the words leave my mouth. It’s the truth, so I say it, but I can’t give it to him and a tear rolls down my cheek before I can stop it. He knows it. I know it. But we ignore it. We only have here and now and we won’t waste it.
He begins to move in me so slowly and I close my eyes, concentrating on every movement, every feeling. My arms are already wrapped around his neck but I tighten my grip feeling so totally desperate for him. He moves his hand from my face to cup my breast, his fingers rolling my nipple between them softly. My neck falls back as the sensations build and I can feel his wet lips licking and sucking at the exposed skin there; it’s rough, but never enough to leave a mark. And then he tells me something that breaks my heart because I want it too and it’s not fair. “Someday, Jayma, I’m going to make love to you in the light.” His lips find mine then and he kisses me, his tongue mingling with mine so expertly. “In a brightly lit bedroom, living room, hotel room, or even underneath the sun; I don’t care. I just want to watch you come undone while you moan my name.” He looks into my eyes then. “I’m tired of the darkness veiling you from me. I’m sick of it keeping us apart.”
I can’t tell him that I can give him that and he knows it so I simply cup his face in my hands and tell him the one thing I can. “I love you Matt.” It’s the one thing I know for sure.
“Love you too Jay.” I know he means it. No one has ever loved me the way he does, so passionately and thoroughly. I kiss him this time as our bodies rock together, our skin rubbing together, my breasts smashed between us, and there is thin layer of sweat gathering on our skin. This room is too small and too hot, but it’s the most convenient place for us to meet like this. No one ever comes to this room and it’s safe here. “You feel so good.” His thrusts quicken when we pull away from our kiss and his words are spoken into my hair while he pulls me fully against him, our bodies touching in every single possible area. I live for these moments, these moments when I feel so utterly complete.
“Make it last.” I plead with him because I know the harsh truth that it may be days or weeks until we can do this again. His lips leave my shoulder and his eyes meet mine, and he gives me a silent nod of acknowledgement. His pace slows again, it’s achingly slow. I can feel every inch of him as he moves in and out of my body and I involuntarily squeeze him making him moan loudly. I giggle and bury my face in his neck. “Sorry…” But I’m not sorry and he knows it and I can feel the smirk on his face when he starts to tease all of my most sensitive areas with his mouth. I try and hold back but it’s useless as he plays my body like an instrument; he knows exactly where to touch, where to suck, where to lick and where to kiss to make me moan the loudest or groan the deepest. I love that he knows me so well. His rhythm is unpredictable and I give in letting him do all of the work.
I reach down and dig my nails into the flesh of his ass, my desire peaking and I know it won’t be long. I begin to squeeze him purposely now, coaxing his climax as I feel myself giving into my orgasm. He begins to move fast now and my lips seek his as my walls begin to spasm and I moan his name just like every time. He kisses me hard as he spills himself into me, his teeth chewing on my bottom lip and I can feel his warmth coating my insides.
It’s my favorite sound, the sound of the two of us trying to catch our breaths after such ecstasy; the air between us mingling and it tastes so good. I can still feel him pulsing as he softens in me and kiss him slowly my hands in his now damp hair. Eventually he sets me back on my feet and we start the task of dressing ourselves again. I avoid his eyes when he pulls his phone out of his pants pocket once he has them back on again. “How long?” I ask him barely above a whisper; it’s so quite now that it echoes in the room.
“Seven minutes.” Is his reply and he walks to the wall, letting his back slide down the length of it until he’s sitting on the floor and he reaches for me. I curl up in his lap as he puts his arms around me, his fingers interlacing with my own. I rest my head on his chest, his heart is still beating so fast and I don’t know if it’s because of our activities or because he doesn’t want them to end and our time together is almost over. He places a kiss on the top of my head and his lips stay there. We don’t talk, this is the worst part and it’s easier when we don’t talk. He checks his phone again and we only have a minute left. We both stand and I hug him tightly inhaling his scent and he kisses me one more time before he walks to the door. The light streams in and he turns to look at me, I can finally fully see his face again. He mouths the words ‘I love you’ and I mouth them back. Then he’s gone and I’m alone in the dark.
I wait awhile, letting a few minutes pass before I walk into the bright hallway; my eyes squint against the harsh florescent light as they try to adjust. My feet take me to where I know he is because I just want to see him. He’s in the choir room filming a scene and I watch him for a while. He’s so handsome and I’m suddenly determined to let him make love to me in the light so I can see him moan my name as he fills me.
The light only shines in the darkness, and the darkness cannot overtake it.