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Yup. Moore FFTL goodness. Notice that I used Sonny's last name instead of the adverb more. I know my parts of speech. This story was quickly written a few minutes ago. I have a cold, so my brain isn't functioning normally.
Title: Saturday Nights Are Put to Shame
Pairing: Matt/Sonny (From First to Last)
Rating: Mature for sexual content
Summary: Just another boring Sunday night with an awkward phone conversation and an I Love You. Matt tells Sonny those three words and a boring Sunday night turns into a lovely sexcapade.
Disclaimer: I don't own a damn thing except for a nasty cold and Matt's lip ring.
It was nearing eleven o' clock on Sunday night and I had school in the morning. I sighed and shut my computer down before heading to the bathroom down the hall. I passed my parents' open bedroom door and empty bed. They had taken a trip to New York this morning to visit my ill grandmother and wouldn't be home until late Thursday night, early Friday morning. I would be home alone until then.
I finished brushing my teeth and wiped my face and mouth off with a cold wet wash cloth. I raised my head to look at the reflection of my face in the mirror. I looked rather ghostly without all of the makeup I wore on. And the cold I was coming down with didn't make me look or feel any better. I frowned at my reflection, running my fingers across my bottom lip and over my two lip rings. I flipped the light switch down and returned to my bedroom.
I crawled under my blankets and turned my lamp off. I rolled on my back and stared at the ceiling though I couldn't actually see it. I shivered. The window above my bed was wide open, but I didn't bother closing it. There was a cool breeze accompanying the pitter-patter of heavy rain falling onto the concrete. I buried my head into my pillow, pulling the blankets tighter around me. California always seemed better on the postcards. I sighed, straining my ears to hear some type of sound, even of a cricket chirping. My house was quiet, silent almost, too quiet for my liking. I laid in the dark for at least twenty minutes, never getting a wink of sleep. Sleep had somehow forgotten me tonight.
The heavy silence was broken by the sound of my cell phone ringing. I gasped, slightly startled by my phone ringing. I groaned, irritated that someone was calling me this late. I picked up the phone and waited a moment before speaking. "Hello?" I answered, my voice echoing on my bedroom walls.
All I could hear on the other line was static. There was a voice that I immediately recognized the moment its sound filled my ears. "Hey, Sonny. It's Matt." His voice sounded distant and I strained to hear it over the static in the background.
I smiled, glad to hear my best friend's voice. "Hey, Matt. What's up?" I asked. "Where are you?"
"In my car, on the way home from Jon's party," he informed me. "I just left."
I frowned and slowly nodded my head, though I don't know why. It wasn't like Matt could see me over the phone. I had wanted to attend Jon's party, but I was grounded for the rest of my life most likely because the school librarian had caught my "friend" Travis and me making out between the bookshelves and besides that it was a school night. "Oh," I finally said. "How was it?" I asked, kind of jealous because he could go and I couldn't. Deep down, I wished the part had been a complete drag.
"Eh. It could have been better. You know you're the life of the party."
That made me smile and I had the feeling that Matt heard it in my voice when I replied with, "There's no party if Sonny ain't there." He agreed with me, saying that it was true and then he chuckled. My heart melted.
There was a long silence in which all I heard was the annoying static and the sound of horns honking around Matt's car. "I've been thinking a lot lately. About you and me mainly. I think we'd make a pretty good couple, but then there's big problem: you're with Travis of course. I know you love him, Sonny. Even though he's one of my best friends, sometimes I wish that the two of you would break up. Then maybe you and I could start something. You could love me like you love him. I'd show you how much I love you because I do. I've been thinking about that a lot, too."
My heart skipped a beat. That was something that almost made me scream. Even though I had something going on with Travis, I had been crushing on Matt since I first layed eyes on him. What he had just told me made my jaw hit the floor. Finally, I got my parched lips to move after shaking the shock off. "I love you, too, Matt," I said.
Matt replied, "That's good to know," Matt paused. "Are you home alone?" He asked. I said yes and asked why. "Can I come by? Y'know just to hang out." I said yes and began to urge him to hurry up. He said goodbye and I hung up the phone. I grinned. This was just too amazing. My crush had the same feelings I had for him and he was on his way to my house. I remained sitting up in my bed, thinking hard.
Fifteen minutes later, give or take a minute or two, my doorbell ran. I scrambled out of my bed and downstairs to the front door. I glanced through the peephole and saw a wet and soggy Matt standing on my front porch. I took a deep breath and opened the door. Matt looked up and smiled at me. I stepped back to let Matt in and closed and locked the door behind him.
I turned on a lamp and turned to look at Matt. His small frame was shaking as water dripped down off of his wet clothing. I frowned. "You're soaking!" I exclaimed. "You need to get out of those wet clothes before you get sick." My hands went to his shoulders and I pulled off his hoodie. The material had run over his hair and caused it to stand on end. I smoothed it down for him.
Matt blushed. "Thanks." We smiled at each other. "Do you mind lending me some clothes for tonight and sharing a bed with me. I wanted to take a hot shower and turn in." I said I didn't mind and said he could sleep in my bed.
I led Matt upstairs to the bathroom. I stopped at the linen close to get Matt a clean towel, wash cloth, and fresh bar of soap. "Thank you," he said. "I'll be right out." I went back to my room and turned the light back on. I pulled open the bottom drawer of my dresser, grabbing a pair of pajama pants and a gray T-shirt along with a pair of brand new boxers. I sat on the edge of my bed. I sighed. All I could do was wait.
No more than twenty minutes later, I heard the shower water stop running and the click of the bathroom door unlocking. I looked up, waiting for Matt to enter my room. And he did, just a few seconds later.
My jaw went slack at the sight of my best friend. He was almost completely nude, clad in only a towel that was loosely wrapped around his small waist. Water glistened on his damp, slightly toned chest like pearls. I licked my lips. A water droplet slid from his collar bone down his chest, stopping at the knot tied in the towel. My eyes followed it, landing on Matt's happy trail. I took a deep, shaking breath biting my lip at the thought of what was underneath the towel.
Matt cleared his threat. I looked up. "Sorry," I mumbled. I hand Matt the set of clothes and receive a thank you. He stares at them, a look of uncertainty on his face. I mentally kicked myself. "Do you want me to leave while you change?" I asked, both of us going pink in the ears. "I won't mind."
Matt shook his head. "No." He laughs. "It's your room, remember?" He smiled at me. "Just close your eyes for a second while I put on the boxers." I nodded. I sighed and slowly let my eyelids slide shut. I hear the towel around Matt's waist land on the floor and the boxers I had given him sliding up his legs. "You can open them now." I comply, glancing at Matt's body. He is so close to perfect. There's no one else like him. I watched him pull on the pajama pants and set the T-shirt aside.
We stared at each other for a few moments, neither of us saying a word. "Do you want to lay down?" I asked.
"Yeah," Matt answered. "I need to get at least an hour's sleep."
I crawled under my blankets after Matt, pulling them tighter around us and turning the lamp off again. Though the thought of being pressed against Matt's body was tempting, I moved toward the side of the bed, away from him. I trembled, realizing that I had never shut the window.
Matt asked, "Are you cod?" I responded with a nod. Then I gasped as I felt Matt wrap his arms around my body, pulling me closer to his bare chest. "Relax," he whispered. I did, feeling more comfortable in his arms than anywhere else.
We stayed like that for a while with Matt's arms around me, my head resting on his chest. I guessed he assumed I was asleep because he hadn't opened his mouth. "Matt?" I said, unsure if he was awake or not.
"Yeah?"
"About earlier, when we were on the phone...did you mean what you said?" I asked. "About loving me?"
"Yes. Every bit of it. Did you?" I nodded. "I've felt that way for some time now. I'm not sure why I waited so long to tell you, but I think I chose the right time. But I feel dumb now that you know. I mean you and Travis..." His voice trailed off.
"Travis and I aren't anything. We're not a couple." I sucked my lip ring into my mouth. "Matt, you and I have a chance, but do you want to take it.?"
Matt didn't answer. Instead he pressed his lips to mine in a slow passionate kiss. I moaned as Matt's tongue slid gently against my own. I felt his lips curve into a smile against my own and he pulled back, flicking my lip ring with his tongue. He turned the lamp back on. "Sonny, I want you..." He said, kissing my cheek, looking into my eyes. "Will you let me have you?"
I simply moaned at his words, running my trembling fingers through his dark hair. "Yes, Matt. Please, baby."
I kissed him. It started out slowly like the first, our lip rings softly clinking together. It gained momentum as Matt rolled on top of me, pinning my wrists together with his hand against my pillow. I moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist. I hold on to him as if my life depended on it, pulling his body closer to mine. I pressed my hips against his and feel his hard on as my own cock stirs in my pajama pants. Matt bit down on my lip, groaning, rubbing against my erection. My fingers entangled themselves in his hair.
Matt pulled back. He slides his fingers under my shirt and up my chest. He plays with my nipples, teasing the sensitive nubs. I lifted my arms up and Matt pulled my shirt off, tossing it to the floor. He leaves a trail of kisses down my abdomen to the point where my pants start. He blows on my navel, tongue twirling around it. I whimper in pleasure. Matt's hand moved steadily up my leg to the meeting of my thighs, his hand rubbing my erection through the fabric of my pajama pants. I hissed, thrusting my hips up.
He sat back on his haunches, yanking my pants down and throwing them onto the carpet beside my T-shirt. His fingers crept under the waistband of my boxers and he slowly pulled them down. My breath sped up. Matt slowly took my length into his hot and moist mouth. I almost screamed. It felt so amazing. He runs his tongue along the shaft, licking the pre cum off my tip and swallowing it down.
"Oh, fuck, Matt," I moaned, one hand tugging at his strands of hair, my other clenching the sheets beneath me. His mouth moved further down and I bit down on my lip so hard to stifle a scream that it began to bleed. "Matt, please, I need you so..." I groan, "so fucking bad." Matt removes my cock from his mouth with a soft pop sound. His hands moved to the waistband of the pajama pants he's wearing and he pulled them down, revealing a large bulge in the front of his boxers. I sat up pulling his body close to me and licking the pale skin of his chest. I ran my tongue along the waistband of his boxers, kissing his erection through the thin fabric, and then carefully removed them all together.
Our lips meshed together and I pressed my bare chest against Matt's, tasting myself on his lips. His mouth moved to my cheek, placing a quick kiss there, and then moving to nibble on my ear. "Are you ready?" He whispered, voice hot in moist in my ear, his thumb finding its way to the tip of my cock, running over the slit. I moaned a yes, licking the side of his neck.
"Turn over, baby," Matt instructs. I oblige, moving to get on my hands and knees. I told him that there was lube under my bed and the weight shifts behind me as he reaches under the bed to grab it. I hear Matt moan softly as he lubricated himself and I whimpered impatiently.
Matt aligned himself with my opening and then slowly eased his cock inside me. I hissed. It hurt. I squeezed my eyes shut, my muscles automatically trying to expel Matt's cock. "Relax, Sonny," Matt groans. I do or at least somewhat, waiting for the pleasure that I'm eager to receive. He pulls back and then pushes in gently. I knew that he didn't want to hurt me and I was glad that he was taking his time, but still needing that fire inside of me to be put out. He begins to go deeper, but he seems nervous. But Matt soon found a steady rhythm inside of me. He thrusts inside of me, deeper with each movement, sending waves of pleasure and a hint of pain through my entire body. My hand gripped the sheet tightly.
And then, out of a sudden, Matt thrust into me harder and deeper, hitting something inside my body, which I knew was my prostate, and also my sweet spot. I howled. "Oh, fuck, Matty!" I moaned. "Right there!" I groan.
Matt pulls back again and thrusts into me again, nailing my prostate dead on. "Right there, huh?" Matt said coyly, after hearing the scream that erupted from deep within my chest. "Sonny, you're so fucking tight," Matt groaned. I moaned, hanging my head.
I began to push back against Matt's hips as he continued to drive into me, his pace increased as he thrust deeper inside of me, hitting my prostate with each thrust. My moans grew loudly. Matt wrapped his hand around my cock and slowly began to jerk me off. "Oh, God, Matt," I moaned, my body overcome with pleasure.
"You feel so fucking good, Sonny." Matt groaned, pulling back once again. He tuned his thrusts and strokes into a rhythm that made my back arch back. I tossed my head back, feeling my stomach tighten and an orgasm coming. Matt held my hips in his hands, gripping them tightly as his thrusts grew quicker and harder, causing me to moan and pant. "Sonny, I'm so fucking close," Matt says in a lust coated voice.
His words get me off quicker and my stomach grows tighter. "Matty, I'm so close!" I hung my head, sweat dripping down my nose, fingers gripping my now ripped sheets even tighter. Matt nails my prostate again, stroking me quicker in time with his thrust. "Oh fuck! I'm gonna come, Matt! Shit! Oh my fucking God!" I reached my climax, screaming Matt's name, my seed spilling onto his fist.
"Oh, shit, Sonny!" Matt groans, my walls tightening around his cock. He quickly thrusts into me. "SONNY!" He screams, coming deep inside of me.
Matt pulled out of me and my arms give out. We both collapsed onto the bed, laying flat on our backs, panting hard. I licked my lips. That had definitely been the best orgasm I had ever had. Once we had gotten our heart beat rate back to normal, I crawled over to Matt, resting my head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around my body. "Matt, that felt so fucking good," I say, still panting slightly. Matt said ditto and kissed me, our tongues wrapping and sliding along one another's. We moaned into each others mouth.
Matt pulled back, breaking the heated kiss. "I love you, Sonny," he told me. He placed a quick kiss on my lips.
"I love you, too, Matt," I said, kissing him back.
We smiled at each other. Matt pulled me closer to him. He sighed and turned the light off. I closed my eyes, falling asleep in his arms. What a Sunday night.
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Comments, anyone? Feedback is welcome. Whether negative or positive.
Title: Saturday Nights Are Put to Shame
Pairing: Matt/Sonny (From First to Last)
Rating: Mature for sexual content
Summary: Just another boring Sunday night with an awkward phone conversation and an I Love You. Matt tells Sonny those three words and a boring Sunday night turns into a lovely sexcapade.
Disclaimer: I don't own a damn thing except for a nasty cold and Matt's lip ring.
It was nearing eleven o' clock on Sunday night and I had school in the morning. I sighed and shut my computer down before heading to the bathroom down the hall. I passed my parents' open bedroom door and empty bed. They had taken a trip to New York this morning to visit my ill grandmother and wouldn't be home until late Thursday night, early Friday morning. I would be home alone until then.
I finished brushing my teeth and wiped my face and mouth off with a cold wet wash cloth. I raised my head to look at the reflection of my face in the mirror. I looked rather ghostly without all of the makeup I wore on. And the cold I was coming down with didn't make me look or feel any better. I frowned at my reflection, running my fingers across my bottom lip and over my two lip rings. I flipped the light switch down and returned to my bedroom.
I crawled under my blankets and turned my lamp off. I rolled on my back and stared at the ceiling though I couldn't actually see it. I shivered. The window above my bed was wide open, but I didn't bother closing it. There was a cool breeze accompanying the pitter-patter of heavy rain falling onto the concrete. I buried my head into my pillow, pulling the blankets tighter around me. California always seemed better on the postcards. I sighed, straining my ears to hear some type of sound, even of a cricket chirping. My house was quiet, silent almost, too quiet for my liking. I laid in the dark for at least twenty minutes, never getting a wink of sleep. Sleep had somehow forgotten me tonight.
The heavy silence was broken by the sound of my cell phone ringing. I gasped, slightly startled by my phone ringing. I groaned, irritated that someone was calling me this late. I picked up the phone and waited a moment before speaking. "Hello?" I answered, my voice echoing on my bedroom walls.
All I could hear on the other line was static. There was a voice that I immediately recognized the moment its sound filled my ears. "Hey, Sonny. It's Matt." His voice sounded distant and I strained to hear it over the static in the background.
I smiled, glad to hear my best friend's voice. "Hey, Matt. What's up?" I asked. "Where are you?"
"In my car, on the way home from Jon's party," he informed me. "I just left."
I frowned and slowly nodded my head, though I don't know why. It wasn't like Matt could see me over the phone. I had wanted to attend Jon's party, but I was grounded for the rest of my life most likely because the school librarian had caught my "friend" Travis and me making out between the bookshelves and besides that it was a school night. "Oh," I finally said. "How was it?" I asked, kind of jealous because he could go and I couldn't. Deep down, I wished the part had been a complete drag.
"Eh. It could have been better. You know you're the life of the party."
That made me smile and I had the feeling that Matt heard it in my voice when I replied with, "There's no party if Sonny ain't there." He agreed with me, saying that it was true and then he chuckled. My heart melted.
There was a long silence in which all I heard was the annoying static and the sound of horns honking around Matt's car. "I've been thinking a lot lately. About you and me mainly. I think we'd make a pretty good couple, but then there's big problem: you're with Travis of course. I know you love him, Sonny. Even though he's one of my best friends, sometimes I wish that the two of you would break up. Then maybe you and I could start something. You could love me like you love him. I'd show you how much I love you because I do. I've been thinking about that a lot, too."
My heart skipped a beat. That was something that almost made me scream. Even though I had something going on with Travis, I had been crushing on Matt since I first layed eyes on him. What he had just told me made my jaw hit the floor. Finally, I got my parched lips to move after shaking the shock off. "I love you, too, Matt," I said.
Matt replied, "That's good to know," Matt paused. "Are you home alone?" He asked. I said yes and asked why. "Can I come by? Y'know just to hang out." I said yes and began to urge him to hurry up. He said goodbye and I hung up the phone. I grinned. This was just too amazing. My crush had the same feelings I had for him and he was on his way to my house. I remained sitting up in my bed, thinking hard.
Fifteen minutes later, give or take a minute or two, my doorbell ran. I scrambled out of my bed and downstairs to the front door. I glanced through the peephole and saw a wet and soggy Matt standing on my front porch. I took a deep breath and opened the door. Matt looked up and smiled at me. I stepped back to let Matt in and closed and locked the door behind him.
I turned on a lamp and turned to look at Matt. His small frame was shaking as water dripped down off of his wet clothing. I frowned. "You're soaking!" I exclaimed. "You need to get out of those wet clothes before you get sick." My hands went to his shoulders and I pulled off his hoodie. The material had run over his hair and caused it to stand on end. I smoothed it down for him.
Matt blushed. "Thanks." We smiled at each other. "Do you mind lending me some clothes for tonight and sharing a bed with me. I wanted to take a hot shower and turn in." I said I didn't mind and said he could sleep in my bed.
I led Matt upstairs to the bathroom. I stopped at the linen close to get Matt a clean towel, wash cloth, and fresh bar of soap. "Thank you," he said. "I'll be right out." I went back to my room and turned the light back on. I pulled open the bottom drawer of my dresser, grabbing a pair of pajama pants and a gray T-shirt along with a pair of brand new boxers. I sat on the edge of my bed. I sighed. All I could do was wait.
No more than twenty minutes later, I heard the shower water stop running and the click of the bathroom door unlocking. I looked up, waiting for Matt to enter my room. And he did, just a few seconds later.
My jaw went slack at the sight of my best friend. He was almost completely nude, clad in only a towel that was loosely wrapped around his small waist. Water glistened on his damp, slightly toned chest like pearls. I licked my lips. A water droplet slid from his collar bone down his chest, stopping at the knot tied in the towel. My eyes followed it, landing on Matt's happy trail. I took a deep, shaking breath biting my lip at the thought of what was underneath the towel.
Matt cleared his threat. I looked up. "Sorry," I mumbled. I hand Matt the set of clothes and receive a thank you. He stares at them, a look of uncertainty on his face. I mentally kicked myself. "Do you want me to leave while you change?" I asked, both of us going pink in the ears. "I won't mind."
Matt shook his head. "No." He laughs. "It's your room, remember?" He smiled at me. "Just close your eyes for a second while I put on the boxers." I nodded. I sighed and slowly let my eyelids slide shut. I hear the towel around Matt's waist land on the floor and the boxers I had given him sliding up his legs. "You can open them now." I comply, glancing at Matt's body. He is so close to perfect. There's no one else like him. I watched him pull on the pajama pants and set the T-shirt aside.
We stared at each other for a few moments, neither of us saying a word. "Do you want to lay down?" I asked.
"Yeah," Matt answered. "I need to get at least an hour's sleep."
I crawled under my blankets after Matt, pulling them tighter around us and turning the lamp off again. Though the thought of being pressed against Matt's body was tempting, I moved toward the side of the bed, away from him. I trembled, realizing that I had never shut the window.
Matt asked, "Are you cod?" I responded with a nod. Then I gasped as I felt Matt wrap his arms around my body, pulling me closer to his bare chest. "Relax," he whispered. I did, feeling more comfortable in his arms than anywhere else.
We stayed like that for a while with Matt's arms around me, my head resting on his chest. I guessed he assumed I was asleep because he hadn't opened his mouth. "Matt?" I said, unsure if he was awake or not.
"Yeah?"
"About earlier, when we were on the phone...did you mean what you said?" I asked. "About loving me?"
"Yes. Every bit of it. Did you?" I nodded. "I've felt that way for some time now. I'm not sure why I waited so long to tell you, but I think I chose the right time. But I feel dumb now that you know. I mean you and Travis..." His voice trailed off.
"Travis and I aren't anything. We're not a couple." I sucked my lip ring into my mouth. "Matt, you and I have a chance, but do you want to take it.?"
Matt didn't answer. Instead he pressed his lips to mine in a slow passionate kiss. I moaned as Matt's tongue slid gently against my own. I felt his lips curve into a smile against my own and he pulled back, flicking my lip ring with his tongue. He turned the lamp back on. "Sonny, I want you..." He said, kissing my cheek, looking into my eyes. "Will you let me have you?"
I simply moaned at his words, running my trembling fingers through his dark hair. "Yes, Matt. Please, baby."
I kissed him. It started out slowly like the first, our lip rings softly clinking together. It gained momentum as Matt rolled on top of me, pinning my wrists together with his hand against my pillow. I moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist. I hold on to him as if my life depended on it, pulling his body closer to mine. I pressed my hips against his and feel his hard on as my own cock stirs in my pajama pants. Matt bit down on my lip, groaning, rubbing against my erection. My fingers entangled themselves in his hair.
Matt pulled back. He slides his fingers under my shirt and up my chest. He plays with my nipples, teasing the sensitive nubs. I lifted my arms up and Matt pulled my shirt off, tossing it to the floor. He leaves a trail of kisses down my abdomen to the point where my pants start. He blows on my navel, tongue twirling around it. I whimper in pleasure. Matt's hand moved steadily up my leg to the meeting of my thighs, his hand rubbing my erection through the fabric of my pajama pants. I hissed, thrusting my hips up.
He sat back on his haunches, yanking my pants down and throwing them onto the carpet beside my T-shirt. His fingers crept under the waistband of my boxers and he slowly pulled them down. My breath sped up. Matt slowly took my length into his hot and moist mouth. I almost screamed. It felt so amazing. He runs his tongue along the shaft, licking the pre cum off my tip and swallowing it down.
"Oh, fuck, Matt," I moaned, one hand tugging at his strands of hair, my other clenching the sheets beneath me. His mouth moved further down and I bit down on my lip so hard to stifle a scream that it began to bleed. "Matt, please, I need you so..." I groan, "so fucking bad." Matt removes my cock from his mouth with a soft pop sound. His hands moved to the waistband of the pajama pants he's wearing and he pulled them down, revealing a large bulge in the front of his boxers. I sat up pulling his body close to me and licking the pale skin of his chest. I ran my tongue along the waistband of his boxers, kissing his erection through the thin fabric, and then carefully removed them all together.
Our lips meshed together and I pressed my bare chest against Matt's, tasting myself on his lips. His mouth moved to my cheek, placing a quick kiss there, and then moving to nibble on my ear. "Are you ready?" He whispered, voice hot in moist in my ear, his thumb finding its way to the tip of my cock, running over the slit. I moaned a yes, licking the side of his neck.
"Turn over, baby," Matt instructs. I oblige, moving to get on my hands and knees. I told him that there was lube under my bed and the weight shifts behind me as he reaches under the bed to grab it. I hear Matt moan softly as he lubricated himself and I whimpered impatiently.
Matt aligned himself with my opening and then slowly eased his cock inside me. I hissed. It hurt. I squeezed my eyes shut, my muscles automatically trying to expel Matt's cock. "Relax, Sonny," Matt groans. I do or at least somewhat, waiting for the pleasure that I'm eager to receive. He pulls back and then pushes in gently. I knew that he didn't want to hurt me and I was glad that he was taking his time, but still needing that fire inside of me to be put out. He begins to go deeper, but he seems nervous. But Matt soon found a steady rhythm inside of me. He thrusts inside of me, deeper with each movement, sending waves of pleasure and a hint of pain through my entire body. My hand gripped the sheet tightly.
And then, out of a sudden, Matt thrust into me harder and deeper, hitting something inside my body, which I knew was my prostate, and also my sweet spot. I howled. "Oh, fuck, Matty!" I moaned. "Right there!" I groan.
Matt pulls back again and thrusts into me again, nailing my prostate dead on. "Right there, huh?" Matt said coyly, after hearing the scream that erupted from deep within my chest. "Sonny, you're so fucking tight," Matt groaned. I moaned, hanging my head.
I began to push back against Matt's hips as he continued to drive into me, his pace increased as he thrust deeper inside of me, hitting my prostate with each thrust. My moans grew loudly. Matt wrapped his hand around my cock and slowly began to jerk me off. "Oh, God, Matt," I moaned, my body overcome with pleasure.
"You feel so fucking good, Sonny." Matt groaned, pulling back once again. He tuned his thrusts and strokes into a rhythm that made my back arch back. I tossed my head back, feeling my stomach tighten and an orgasm coming. Matt held my hips in his hands, gripping them tightly as his thrusts grew quicker and harder, causing me to moan and pant. "Sonny, I'm so fucking close," Matt says in a lust coated voice.
His words get me off quicker and my stomach grows tighter. "Matty, I'm so close!" I hung my head, sweat dripping down my nose, fingers gripping my now ripped sheets even tighter. Matt nails my prostate again, stroking me quicker in time with his thrust. "Oh fuck! I'm gonna come, Matt! Shit! Oh my fucking God!" I reached my climax, screaming Matt's name, my seed spilling onto his fist.
"Oh, shit, Sonny!" Matt groans, my walls tightening around his cock. He quickly thrusts into me. "SONNY!" He screams, coming deep inside of me.
Matt pulled out of me and my arms give out. We both collapsed onto the bed, laying flat on our backs, panting hard. I licked my lips. That had definitely been the best orgasm I had ever had. Once we had gotten our heart beat rate back to normal, I crawled over to Matt, resting my head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around my body. "Matt, that felt so fucking good," I say, still panting slightly. Matt said ditto and kissed me, our tongues wrapping and sliding along one another's. We moaned into each others mouth.
Matt pulled back, breaking the heated kiss. "I love you, Sonny," he told me. He placed a quick kiss on my lips.
"I love you, too, Matt," I said, kissing him back.
We smiled at each other. Matt pulled me closer to him. He sighed and turned the light off. I closed my eyes, falling asleep in his arms. What a Sunday night.
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