When I woke up that morning, I knew something wasn't right. There was a warm, lean body pressed against my back, and we were naked. Looking down, I found the arm free of any ink, and his breath smelt like onions. Not the peppermint toothpaste I was used to.

I knew what I had done, and I wasn't feeling any ounce of guilt. How long had I been going behind Matt's back? Months, now. Why? I didn't know. I couldn't answer the question even if Matt himself asked me. Cheating just felt so... natural to me. I always had two guys, no matter how much I loved the first one. And I loved Matt.

Or, did I? If I loved him, why would I cheat?

The body behind me moved slightly, and I felt the familiar pressure of morning wood on my back thighs. I didn't move and closed my eyes, pretending it still be asleep. The man cursed and pulled away from me, my body now only kept warm by the thin sheet that covered us.

"Thanks, sweetheart," he said, his breath blowing on my face before he kissed my cheek. There was some shuffling and then I heard him leave. The door to my apartment opened and closed a minute later. I was alone.

And I deserved to be alone. But I hated being alone.

Sitting up, I didn't bother keeping the sheet pulled over my chest. I grabbed at my cellphone sitting on the bedside table and checked for any texts or calls I may have missed. My heart fell to the pit of my stomach when I realized they only messages I had were from Matt.

The guys had stayed in LA for the night, celebrating the fact that they were done with recording their new album. I had to work late at the hospital and couldn't go celebrate with them. Instead, I found my own thigh warmer.

Matt. 12:03 am
It's midnight now, but I'll be up for hours.
Something tells me you aren't alone.

He knew. He fucking knew and he still let it happen.

Matt. 1:28 am
I made plans to go and buy you flowers,
but I threw them out before I got back home.

Were those tears? I couldn't decided. I could only keep reading.

Matt. 2:15 am
Let's go to London. You've always wanted to see Big Ben.

I frowned. What the hell was he talking about?

Matt. 2:19 am
Or maybe Paris? We could have our own romance.

Matt. 3:46 am
Fuck it, I don't care where we go.
I just need to be with you, Oli.

My heart sank lower - could that be even possible? There was a weight on my chest and I couldn't move. I knew I had just made the worst mistake of my life. I had cheated on Matt, yet I still felt no guilt.

Matt. 4:59 am
Let's let fate decided if there's even a chance tonight.
I hope you take it. It's never too late to try.

Was he giving me a choice? Stay and stop cheating, or leave before we broke both our hearts? I'm sure I had already broken his behind repair.

Matt. 6:01 am
It's six am, and the sun is coming up.
But something tells me I'm all out of luck.

And the tears suddenly came down in thick, warm streams over my freckled cheeks. Was this guilt? I had never felt guilt before. It felt so... horrible. It felt like the only punishment that could amend for my actions was ripping out my heart and tearing it to pieces.

My phone vibrated, signalling a new message. I had to force myself to open it, dreading the contents of the message.

Matt. 8:25 am
Flip a coin.
Heads I'll stay forever.
Tails, you're gone for good.

As soon as the message was read and still being processed in my mind, I pulled on a tank top and pair of basketball shorts. Bra and panties forgotten. I didn't bother grabbing anything other than my car keys as I hauled my ass out of my apartment and to down the stairs to my car. However, as soon as I was off the steps, I ran straight into a warm, yet hard, chest. The breath was knocked out of me.

I didn't have to look to know who I had ran into. The thick, muscular arms were wrapped tight around me. Guilt. That's what this was. I was feeling guilt. For the first time in my life, I had realized just how bad I had fucked up.

"Hey, Oli," he says softly in my ear, and my arms tighten around his waist. I never want to let him go, because if I do, I know I'll lose him. "I missed you," he tells me, even though we haven't seen each other in only twenty-four hours.

"I'm so fucking sorry, Matt," I start, and know I won't be able to stop until I've gotten it all out. "I'm sorry for cheating, and I'm sorry for not feeling bad about it. And I'm sorry for all the lies, all the shit, and mostly, all the fucking heartbreak I have caused."

I feel his eyes on me, his hand brushing through my blonde hair like he always did when I embraced him. It put me to ease, calming my frayed nerves, but I didn't want him to be calm about this. I wanted him to be mad, and shake me around, and demand why I did it. I wanted Matt to be angry. I wanted him to deny me this wonderful feeling of comfort. I wanted to have angry makeup sex and --

Matt and I had only had sex enough times for me to count on one hand and there was still fingers left over. We weren't a sexually physical couple. We enjoyed the time we spent together with going to the beach with Bella, or surfing, or walking along the shore front shops and hanging with fans that we came across. I was usually working, and tired after ten hours in the maternity ward. Sex was an intimate thing for us that only happened a handful of times. We didn't need sex to stay together.

Sex, sometimes, got in the way. Sure, we had mutual-pleasuring afternoons when we got in the hot tub or took showers together. But sex? Sex wasn't a very big thing for us.

"It's going to be okay, Oli," he tells me, making me mad now. I pull away, my nerves fraying again.

"How can you be fine with this? You're supposed to be mad! You're supposed to cuss at me and hit a wall or something! You're a crazy bastard if you think I'm okay with you being okay about me chea-"

I didn't finish my sentence, for my words were muffled with a harsh kiss of his lips. I'm slammed against the door of my car, his large body covering mine completely. His arms trap me as I grab at his biceps, standing on my toes so he doesn't have to crane his neck too far.

My lips are bruised and swollen when he pulls away, both of us panting. My eyes stay half-lidded.

"You want me to be mad?" he growls, that deep voice that makes my knees knock causes me to moan. His hand moves down my side, squeezing my hip harshly as he slams be against the car door again. My head knocks against the metal, causing my vision to be sprinkled with black dots before his teeth are digging into my neck just under my ear.

The pain surprised me, but in a good way.

"Well this is me being fucking furious," he tells me, and soon I'm thrown over his shoulder. My face meets his lower back. One of his arms is wrapped around my hips, my stomach being pushed into his thick shoulder. His other hand is placed strategically on my ass, letting him get a nice, rough squeeze in every few seconds.

We're in my apartment, the door slammed behind us, and I'm dropped unceremoniously onto the couch. Spread out, holding myself up slightly, I'm suddenly pressed deeply into the cushions as Matt hovers over me, his hands pinning my wrists above my head. His free hand grabs the him of the shirt I'm wearing and yanks it over my head.

I squirm, fighting the rough hold but he growls and presses his hips down into mine. I'm surprise by the hard bulge I feel against my stomach, before he has the shirt tied around my wrists as a bounding. I pull at my wrists, but Matt's harsh stare over the edge of his aviators stops my movements and makes me go stock still.

I've just awakened a monster.

"Don't you dare move, Olivia," he commands, and I barely nod in response. Deep inside, I'm so excited that I can feel the crotch of my gym shorts soaking already, but on the outside, I'm scared shitless at this beast that has awoken and taken over my sweet, loving Matt.

He's yanking my shorts off, tossing them across the room over his shoulder. My legs are spread as far as they'll go by Matt's hands - one foot hooked over the top of the couch and the other pressed to the floor. With me lacking in flexibility, its uncomfortable, but when his tongue and teeth attack my inner thighs and slit, I'm stretching my muscles even more. I'm biting my lip, fisting my hands together to keep from moving. I would hate to disobey Matt.

There's a sound, something between a mixture of a moan and a whimper, that leaves my lips as his tongue flattens out against my wet slit and grinds against my clit. He has his hands tight on my thighs and I know there will be bruises, but I'm okay with this. Matt doesn't stop the teasing that I know I deserve. His tongue thrusts into my tight core, and it presses into a spot that has never been touched before.

I jump in surprise, but his grip keeps my hips down. I'm a mess now, because soon his fingers replace his tongue, and press into the spot that's never been hit before. His fingers curl and--

"Fuck!" I shout, my back arching fully off the couch when I orgasm, the first of many that I knew I would have. But this orgasm was so different. I'd had plenty of clit-stimulated orgasms, but this one... I couldn't stop gushing cum from this one.

There's a deep, dark chuckle that feels the air as I pant, coming down from the high I had entered as Matt still lazying curled his finger in my pussy. I shiver and squirm, extra sensitive now.

"That's what I plan on doing."

Doing my best to sit up, I look down my naked body and at Matt. He's grinning like a kid just let loose in a candy shop. His dimples are sinking deep into his cheeks and his lip ring is shining against his wet lips. Dear Lord, he's too sexy for his own good.

Pulling his fingers from my slit, his entire hand and most of his forearm is covered in a clear sheen of what I guess is my cum. Holy shit, did I do that?

"Enjoy yourself, Oli?" he asked, pulling his shirt over his head and wiping his arm and hand with the fabric before tossing it over his shoulder. Matt is unbuckling the belt slid through the loops of his dark jeans, and soon he's completely naked, standing over me.

My eyes fall down from his dimples, to the colorful tattoos of his chest and arms, before I've gotten to his hip bones and I can't help but lick my lips at the sight of his horse cock nestled between short, brown curls of pubic hair. The muscles in his thighs contracted when he took a step toward me. Bending over, he ducked his head, and took my still bound arms. They were placed to hang around his neck.

Matt then slides his hands under my thighs and lifts me up, with one arm under my knees and the other supporting my back. The dark monster that I had let loose was tamed for a few moments while we moved. My hands ran through his hair, it was still growing from when he had to cut it from the music video shot a few weeks ago. Its soft and I loved the feel of it.

I'm laid down on the bed, my wrists still bound while he rests comfortably between my thighs, his cock resting on my stomach. His hands place themselves on either side of my head, and he supports himself as he leans down to press his lips against mine.

He's soft with his movements, again, and the anger, the frustration is gone. I took the moment of smooth lips against mine, and cold metal pressing to my neck from his lip ring, and his hands grabbing my hips roughly to--

I gasped loudly, biting down a scream when Matt suddenly thrusted into me. He was never able to fully enter me. I was too small, or he was too big, and it hurt more than it caused pleasure. Matt groans deeply, licking the shell of my ear as I put my arms back around his neck.

"Even after fucking that guy," Matt starts, his cock mercilessly pounding into my over-sensitive pussy. His hands grip my ass, groping the firm mounds in his palms as he continues to fuck me, not letting up at all. "You're still so damn tight."

His moves his hands now, making my legs wrap around his hips when he props himself up on an elbow, his other hand groping and teasing my breast while he sucks and nibbles on the nipple of the other. My legs squeeze his waist, causing him to slip deeper and not hurt me.

The thickness of his cock put a delicious pressure of my slick walls, causing him to be coated in the wetness that I already had from the foreplay and heavenly orgasm his fingers had given me.

"Fuck, yes, ugh, Matt, oh fuck, there!"

My mind couldn't decide on the words it wanted my mouth to say, so I let out a string of curses and Matt's name and moans of pleasure while he fucked me senseless. The dark monster was slowly slipping out --

"Shut up, bitch," he growls, and the thing I had awoken comes back out to play. His thrusts show anger and frustration and the delicious friction of heat is making the ball in my belly expand until its full and can't go anymore. I scream as I cum again, my walls milking his thick cock, but he doesn't let up. He shows no sign of release.

Matt's fingers twist and tug at my nibble, his teeth digging into the other. My back arches, but he simply fucks me back into the bed. Shit.

Its the word in my mind that tells me I won't get out of this without a few bruises and scraps from the fun.

Suddenly, he pulls out, causing my cum to gush onto the bed sheets. I whimper from the loss of contact. He takes my arms and pulls them off from around his neck, pinning them above my head again. His other hand, the one of my breast, moves up and squeezes around my throat, not enough to stop my flow of oxygen, but enough to make the roughness of his movements even more sensitive.

There's going to be a mark.

Matt's thrusts are so hard and fast, that the bed is rocking and hitting the wall. Thank god my neighbors are gone or else they would surely call the landlord. My upper body is completely pinned to the bed while my lower body is wrapped around Matt like a vice. I'm panting and moaning, unable to stop the moans. I'm unable to say anything, for his hand is causing my voice to crack. He doesn't let up, but he doesn't push harder down.

The hand pinning my hands above my head leaves and he reaches down to rub his thumb over my throbbing, engorged clit. My hands stay where they are, fisting the sheets while I'm fucked. And it's the best fucking I've ever had.

It's rough, it's angry, its frustrated.

It's forgiveness.

My hips buck involuntarily and Matt growls. The sound makes me moan with a shiver and my pussy starts to contract again.

"Don't you fucking dare cum, Olivia," he says, and its laced with malice. He squeezes my throat, but just enjoy to get his point across before continuing to pound into me. I bite my lip, closing my eyes so night to look at the extremely arousing sight of Matt over me as he fucks me. Is this what I've been missing out on?

There's moments of silence, with only his grunts and my moans filling the air. His thumb is hard and rubbing tight circles on my sensitive clit. I'm thinking of everything I can to keep from cumming, but his cock is rubbing that spot inside of me and my nerves are sizzling at the ends. I don't know how much longer I can hold out.

He's thick, and hard, and hot. There's friction that makes my head spin. And his hands are strong, but smooth, on my skin. He's the prefect balance of a prefect man and he's all mine, but I've screwed it up, and--

"Cum," he says, one word in a deep voice that reminds me of one of the songs. It's the same voice he uses when he says 'I do' in the A Little Peace of Heaven video. And its just enough to make me go crazy and cum just after he gets out the word. My muscles are so tight and milking him to where its starting to hurt me a little. But he continues to thrust, making the weird cramps stop.

And then Matt is rigid, his breathing quick and in harsh pants before he's letting out one long groan. His thick cum shoots into my hot core, and I've never felt this complete.

He's shaking slightly, trying to keep himself up before pulling out and collapsing onto the bed beside me. My neck feels sore, and I subtly move to unravel my hands. Slowly, I lose my legs, my hips sore from being spread for so long. Once my hands are free, I roll onto my side and rest one of them on his sweaty, rising and falling chest.

But Matt pulls away, getting up and grabbing his clothes as he leaves my room. And then I hear my apartment door open, and I'm alone.

I'm fucking alone, and I don't know what to do. Now I'm frustrated at myself, and there's nothing I can do. So I lay there and hope, no fucking pray to God, that Matt comes back and all is forgiven.

But knowing my luck, the flip won't land on that side of the coin.