Matt's Pov

Touching her soft skin felt so good. And man, can you imagine what a great sight it is to have a topless Cat Anderson lying right there, basically waiting for you to touch her?

I'd given countless massages to Val when we were together. She'd always had problems with her back and sometimes she'd whince in pain when I gently stroked her back. Cat was so different. Her back felt harder underneath my touch, seeing as she had a lot of muscles. I had to use some more pressure to make it feel good for her.

If only she knew how much her moans turn me on, I thought, and immediately, I felt bad about it. I'm just a friend helping another friend. Just helping. Just. a. friend. I repeated my mantra over and over.


"Right there, Matt," she suddenly let out, and from that moment on, I could barely concentrate. My little Matt had been semi-hard before, but now it was so hard it almost hurt. My fingers itched and while I kept on working steadily around her vertebra, I bravely fought the urge to just flip her around, rip off her bikini bottoms and slam into her mercilessly.

With a creak, her vertebra popped back where it belonged. Immediately, I forced myself to close her bikini bottom, knowing if I continued any longer I'd probably stain my pants. She made me so hot with all those subtle actions, not even intending to make me hot, God damnit.

Then suddenly, she turned around, catching me off-guard. I was still hovering above her and there were mere inches between our faces. Strangely, the desire to kiss her was almost as strong as the one to fuck her brains out, pardon the expression.

Sanders, don't look at her like that. And am I that lonely? Is that why I want to kiss her? Think of something gross... Johnny Midgetman... Johnny poking his nose... Johnny poking his nose and eating his booger... Fuck, why is this not working?

"Something wrong, Matt?" she said before her eyes wandered down my shirtless body to my twitching dick's silhouette that was obviously showing through my trunks. Good job, dick. It's not like she's gonna think I'm some pervert inviting her on a fuck vacation. Shit, shit, shit. I mentally cursed my dick. I'd have to cut it off soon.

To my surprise, she let escape an "oh" before looking away blushing. It made me lust even more, if that was even possible. I cleared my throat and sat back, my back pressed to the wall next to the bed. "It's.. it's not what it looks like," I tried to explain. Liar. Yes it is...

"Oh, isn't it?" she replied with a smudge grin as she suddenly straddled me. I suppressed a moan when I felt her warm core on my throbbing member through only her bikini bottom. Don't say anything. Shut up. Don't... "So, this is so not turning you on?" she said with a smirk as she started grinding her hips against me and I had to hold my breath.

"No, it's not," I managed to gasp. She threw me a playful frown. We shouldn't be doing this. We cannot be doing this. "Cat," I wanted to warn her, but it turned out like a soft moan when her hands started touching my chest an abs.

Oh yeah, you're turning me on honey, but I'm not gonna admit that. Her teeth started working my neck and I let out a growl, half lust and half anger because she was the one in charge. Oh blondie if you wanna play, that's fine, but I'm the referee...


CAT'S POV

By now, I wasn't even thinking about how wrong it was anymore. I dug my teeth into the soft flesh on his neck, causing him to growl sexily. If there's one man to make a growl sound hot, then it's him. Suddenly, I was pushed back so my back was pressed against the matress, and he followed suit, now on top of me.

Come on Matt, grind me, it was hot when I straddled you. I needed that friction between my thighs that I granted myself, but now he didn't give it to me anymore. I started touching his built chest again when his big arms grabbed my wrists and pressed them onto the matress.

"This is not making me hot at all, how about you?" Matt gasped and took both my wrists in one hand, letting the other one trail over my body. From my collarbone to my navel and up again, his fingers left a trail of goosebumps. At the same time he was biting my neck so hard I knew it was leaving a mark that would remind us of this escapade for the rest of the trip.

"It's not making me hot either," I moaned, while my hips buckled so his dick touched my core for a second. "That so?" he grinned and slowly lowered his pelvis, finally granting me his throbbing sex on mine. He started grinding me even harder but I was not going to give in, I was so not going to admit how bad I needed him.

He let go of my pulsating neck and moved his face right in front of mine. I bit my tongue at the sight of his perfect lips and the dimples that his dirty grin made ever so prominent. Slowly, obviously not in a hurry, he lowered himself so that I felt his breath on my face.

How could he smell so good when he came straight out of the shower? I closed my eyes, enjoying his member rubbing my folds and anticipating his lips on mine.

Rrrring, rrrring.

What the fuck. Why now? Matt threw me an uncertain look. God, was I really about to get it on with Matt? Do I think it's a mistake? Does he?

As I tried to get my thoughts in order, I watched his wtf-expression as he listened to the caller. His left eye twitched slightly. I always loved this cute little mole underneath it. Who's calling, anyway? Who is the person to keep us from getting all hot and bothered, no matter if good or bad?

Without breaking the silence, Matt handed me the phone. I swallowed as I put it to my ear, expecting all sorts of bad news. "Hello?" I said, only to have someone throw a lot of French at me. It were moments like this which made me want to punch my younger self for fighting against my bilingual upbringing. I'd tried to make up for it at university, but still I wasn't that great at French.

"Plus lentement?" I asked with my thick American accent, hoping that it was the right thing. "Diner?" the voice said. Yeah, dinner! "Oui." I'm so rocking this. "Qu'est.ce que vous voulez pour le diner?" Ah, he wants to know what we want for dinner! "Une minute... Matt? What do you want for dinner?" The second part I screamed into the now empty room.

"Uhm, I heard they have good fish here..." Matt's voice sounded from somewhere in the bathroom. "Monsieur? Du poisson pour nous." The guy then proceeded to name me a couple of different fish they had and I just randomly chose one with "rouge" in its name, supposing that it was a Red Snapper.

The guy politely thanked me and said they needed to know what to buy when they headed into town, so everything was fresh but nothing remained uneaten. He then thanked me and I wondered if I was thankful for him interrupting Matt and my hot little session...

Notes

Gotcha, I'm sure you guys expected them to fuck, you and your dirty dirty minds... But it's going to happen, right? What do you think?

Sadly, I'm totally stressed out with university and life and shit right now, so I can't promise you frequent updates. I know I said that about a month ago, too, but this time it's harder, seeing as this is my very last pre-written chapter. Sorry. I'll update though, just be patient with me.

Have a nice week guys. It''s my birthday tomorrow :3