'Something New' - Jayma/Matt (5/7)
Title: Something New
Author: jaymatt
Pairing: Jayma/Matt
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Jaymatt is awesome....sorry if you're offended by that.
Chapter 5
The next morning as Matt sat in his parked car at Paramount, sending out a quick text, he noticed Jayma driving onto the lot. He quickly hit send, gathered his belongings and made his way over to where she had just pulled in. He stood just behind her vehicle as he waited for her to get out.
Jayma had seen him walk over to where she was; her heart skipped a beat when she first saw him, and a blush sent heat through her entire body. A small smile graced her face as she closed her door and walked over to where Matt was leaned up against the backside of her SUV. “Hi.” She couldn’t help the giggle that escaped her as she mimicked his position against the black metal.
“Hey you.” She watched as his lips broke into a joyous smile.
“I didn’t know we had the same call time today.” She crossed her arms in front of herself. It was a defensive gesture; she just felt so vulnerable around him, like he could do anything to her and she’d let him.
“We don’t. I came in early.” His eyes were trained on her lips, his stare intense; and she watched as he brought his right hand to cup her cheek as he ran his thumb slowly over her bottom lip.
Her eyes darted to take in their surroundings; no one was around, no one was watching. Her lips fell open as she tilted her head into his embrace. “Matt….” It was a whisper; maybe a plea.
“Come.” Matt grabbed her hand pulling her to follow him before releasing it once she was in tow. He led the way to his trailer, but they were stopped by a PA just as their refuge came into sight.
“Jayma!” Matt sighed dramatically; they were almost there, he almost had her alone. “I was just coming to find you!” The young woman came jogging up to them. “We’re a little behind schedule in fittings today, so we’re going to have to push you back 20 minutes.” 20 minutes? The things he could do with 20 extra minutes….
“Okay thank you.” Jayma thanked the retreating woman before turning back toward Matt; she didn’t miss the mischievous gleam she saw in his eyes.
They picked up their pace, reaching the door moments later. Jayma’s mind was racing. Were they just going to throw themselves at each other the moment that door closed behind them? Did she want that? Did she want this to happen, in a trailer? Her mind was saying no, but her body was screaming yes. Her bottom lip was still tingling from his soft caress minutes earlier; and her core ached to know him.
She stepped inside but didn’t turn around as he came in behind her. She heard the door lock; and she braced herself. Nothing happened. She opened her eyes, curious as to why Matt wasn’t assaulting her body with kisses and caresses. Slowly she turned around and in meeting his eyes her breath hitched. He looked so……so in love?
She opened her mouth to speak but he stopped her with a finger to her lips. He stepped closer; she could feel her pulse hammer through her entire body. He reached for her hand intertwining their fingers he brought the joining to his lips, where he kissed each of her fingers. She hadn’t expected this; so loving and tender. Sex. That was all they wanted. Right?
He brought her hand to rest on his chest as he closed the distance between them even further, leaving mere centimeters as a barrier. She didn’t know when her eyes had closed, but they had; all she could feel was his hot breath on her neck; and she held hers.
“Jayma.” Her whispered name brought her out of her daze and she lifted her eyes to his. “Look at me.”
She did, she watched him as he ran his fingers along her jaw, her nose; learning the lines of her face. He trailed a finger down her neck, to her collarbone; she watched as he licked his lips. His every movement painfully slow and calculated; lust, desire, need, want, love; they were all so different, but so much the same, and she saw them all, every emotion cross his face as he studied her.
He ran his hand along her shoulder, moving the strap of her blue shirt out of the way, revealing to him the multitude of freckles that lay hidden beneath. “I want to taste you.” His eyes darted to meet hers, a question. She nodded; his mouth was on her freckled skin instantly as he kissed and licked his way back to her neck. He ran his hot mouth along the contours of her ear before tugging lightly on her lobe.
She was panting under his touch and it made him so unbearably hard; he ached. Her hand desperately clung to his shirt; he could feel the collar tight against the back of his neck as she pulled it. He kissed his way along her jaw; he felt her mouth open in anticipation. He pulled away and she opened her eyes in question. She was so beautiful and he wanted her so badly, more so than he could ever remember wanting anyone or anything. Lifting a hand he ran it through her hair, resting it at the base of her neck. Their eyes locked as he tilted her head toward his, closing the distance. Their lips met with a spark and they began to move together effortlessly; it was slow, sensual, and meticulous.
Hands began to roam places they had only dreamt of going. Jayma’s hand had made its way under his shirt and she was tentatively running her fingers along his hip bone. Fuck. He was losing control; his movements increasing. He broke away from the kiss, franticly kissing his way down her neck. He picked her up suddenly, groaning as she wrapped her legs around him tightly. He let his hands slide under her shirt where he gripped her sides roughly.
He walked forward to where he knew the couch would be, as Jayma ran her fingers through his hair; sucking roughly on his ear, biting playfully. He nearly hissed at the sensation of her hot mouth and breath on his neck.
His shins hit the cushion of the couch and he lowered Jayma down, resting her head on the arm of the couch. She looked up at him, eyes wide, bottom lip captured between her teeth; he smiled down at her as he brushed a few stray strands of hair from her face. “You’re gorgeous.”
She lunged forward capturing his lips in hers again. This time the kiss was more desperate; she was hungry and he couldn’t help but wonder why. Is she not told every day that she was beautiful and perfect? His heart broke. Something was wrong, something that made her so receptive to his words of adoration. She deserved so much, and he wanted to give it all to her.
He pulled away, earning a disappointed groan from Jayma; she sought closeness in other areas as her hips bucked forward searching for friction. He kept his distance not wanting to let this past the point of no return. He kissed her cheek as she wined in his ear. “Matt…..” her fingers found the button to his pants. “I need you inside of me. God, I want it so bad.” She turned her head capturing his lips roughly and he moaned into her mouth, her words breaking his control as he allowed his hips to thrust into her, heat against heat; and she began to grind against him.
It wasn’t until she had his zipper down and began to tug on his jeans that he regained his composure. He grabbed her hand. “Jay….” Her eyes met his. “We can’t do this here. You deserve better than this.” He surprised even himself; normally he would have her up against the wall as he rocked the entire trailer back and forth, pounding forcefully into her. He felt more for her in this moment, she was special and he wanted to treat her that way.
The look in his eyes halted her instinct to ignore his request; he was right, her movements stopped. She sighed and zipped up his zipper and buttoned his jeans. Matt lowered himself, maneuvering between the back of the couch and Jayma. They lay, facing each other, studying the other. Both disappointed, but content. Kisses, touches, smiles, all shared between them as they attempted to come down from the peak of lust.
Jayma looked at the clock that hung above the couch. “I should go.” She stood, Matt standing with her; she straightened her outfit. She didn’t want to leave. It felt so good to be with him. She walked toward the door, stopping, she didn’t turn around. “Are we…..um, are we still on for…...”
“Tonight?” Matt finished her question, wrapping his arms around her from behind; he kissed the place where neck met shoulder. The sensation renewing her desire; it was the most delicious form of torture. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to make it till then.” And she felt his desire hot and hard against her ass.
She reached an arm behind her wrapping it around his neck and running a hand through his curls; tugging lightly. He practically purred in her ear. “I want you so fucking bad.” She couldn’t turn around, even though her lips burned for his, if she did she would never make it to her fitting. She turned the door knob in front of her, letting the warm sun hit her face as she took the two steps to the ground. It was going to be a long day, for the both of them.