My Fucking Nightmare

Living without Melissa here wasn’t as lonely as I thought it was going to be. Nothing much had changed, honestly. Besides her bedroom being empty behind a closed door, we weren’t always together. We had very different lifestyles before the boys even came into the picture. So with her gone, I only had more time to focus on myself, and in turn, branch out a little more.
I worked more and more hours which made it all the more difficult to find time with Matt, but with their album constantly needing work to reach the deadline, surely it wasn’t a big deal if we got together a couple times each week. I didn’t want to overdo it with his company. Get too attached…especially when I knew he’d be leaving for tours in a matter of a few months.
On occasion they’d all pop over to my bar and have a few drinks. Usually it wasn’t the whole group, as someone always had something going on, which made it far better so as not to attract the attention of the whole city. Matt hated publicity when he didn’t anticipate it. The rest didn’t seem to mind as much, though I could say it was definitely a nuisance. We never really had much of an issue with it at the 4100, so it soon became their favourite place to hang out and shoot some pool. My coworkers were incredibly pleased with how well they tipped. Especially Johnny. I was tempted to give him several phone numbers, but it would probably have been best for him to not go the way Matt and Brian did.
One thing I liked most about living alone was the fact that I went through half as much food. There was no cause for alarm about privacy in case Matt wanted to come over. We were free to walk around the house naked if we wanted. It was just him I usually had to feed, and he replaced the groceries he ate. There was little to no mess to clean up as I spent the majority of time in my room anyway.
Soon, though, I realized I’d have to find a roommate.
As I readied for my six hour shift that would start at eight, I heard Matt’s truck pull up to the curb from my open window. He buzzed up after a couple minutes, probably standing by the door having a cigarette, so I let him in and waited for his massive figure to walk through my door. I was still in a towel and my hair was damp from the shower when the door opened. We were on a regular basis for sex now, so I expected him to at least try and initiate while I was undressed. I wasn’t particularly in the mood, but his dimples usually did it for me.
He didn’t go for the towel like I’d anticipated, so instead I let it fall to the floor. Without speaking he pulled me up into his arms and I wrapped my legs impatiently around his waist, waiting for him to take me against the wall. I felt his hands creep downwards, teasing me. One of his slender, long fingers entering and stretching me for another, and then a third. God, he was good at this. Rather than the wall, though, he surprised me by laying across the bed. “Vanilla mood today?” I asked, not expecting a verbal answer. He grunted and kissed my neck softly, dragging his teeth across my skin.
Matt slipped out of his jeans and tee, tossing them to the floor by my towel. He was rock hard already, pressing against my leg. “You’re so fucking wet, baby.” He breathed into my neck, continuing to bite at the skin. Then my earlobe. That drove me fucking wild. “Be a good girl and ride me.”
I loved it when he was demanding. We flipped and I pinned him against the bed, pulling his cock from his briefs, stroking him little by little. He groaned and growled, clenching his jaw together. His eyes closed firmly, his fists balled up at his sides. I mounted him and slowly lowered myself into his lap, waiting to hear that gasp from him as he felt me slide all around his length. I began riding, starting slow, then working into a rhythm that he could follow and coordinate my hips.
He gripped my headboard harder the faster I went, pulling it towards us. As the wood started to creak, I slowed down and came to a stop. “I just want to fucking drill you, baby. This whole thing with you on top…it’s just too slow…I need you hard.”
Without a word, I complied, and did what we both enjoyed; I bent over the side of the bed and propped my chest up with my elbows. He got to the floor and spread my legs open slightly so his massive cock could fit into me, and with a single thrust he was completely inside. I felt him completely fill me; oh, that bittersweet sensation of his tip reverberating against my cervical wall…
I heard him growl again, and slowly retreat. Then a forceful push of his hips and I shot against the bed. God, I fucking thrived on rough sex. A high pitched gasp escaped me and he cackled into the nape of my neck, biting and sucking at the spot between my neck and collar. “You like that, don’t you?” he whispered, thrusting again and again.
“Yes, Matthew,” I gasped.
“Say my name again.”
I moaned. “Matthew Sanders.”
“My other name.”
“M. Shadows. M. Shadows.” And just like that his body started quivering as he violently came. I collapsed into the mattress, his hulky body falling atop of me…
He planted kisses all along my back and slowly retreated, leaving a trail of sticky mess behind. “Sorry, guess I kinda…forgot about the condom.” It didn’t really come as a shock to him, since we’d already talked about how I was on birth control. On top of that, my doctor thought I was infertile. He knew I preferred using condoms because of the mess I’d now have to clean up.
I shrugged it off. “Tomorrow’s laundry day anyway. If you pick me up from work tonight I’ll probably just crash at your place anyway.” I passed off a seductive wink which brought a smile to his lips. “I’ll let you tie me up in that case.”
“I’ll be there when you’re off,” he said with a giggle, kissing my forehead. I felt his arms as I always do after sex. Always so tense and bulging. “Speaking of which, when’s your shift start?”
“Depends, what time is it now?” I slipped my black bandeau over my breasts and then my usual dress-code permitted V-neck with a long skirt that clung to my legs. Just after seven. “Shift starts at nine. We have lots of time.”
He smiled and pulled me into an atrociously long hug. Why did he always smell so good after sex? “Would you like to grab a bite to eat? Surf and turf tonight at a nice spot downtown.”
I eyed him from head to toe and cocked an eyebrow. “Haven’t you spent enough of your money on me? After that jet ski especially?”
“What else would I spend my money on?”
I blushed and fell into his beefy chest. “You’re a peach, baby. I’d love to grab a bite with you. Or a bite of you. Depends which comes first.”
He winked and pulled his jeans on. “Wait ‘til you’re off tonight. Then we won’t have to rush anything.”

Notes

Filler chapter, needed a little more spice up in here. I'm gonna be jumping ahead in time so if there's any confusion, feel free to comment and I'll be more than happy to make some changes and fixes.