- No One's POV -

Dave felt uneasy as he paced the hallways of his mansion, an old LA victorian style masterpiece he afforded with Daddy's golden credit card. It was beautiful with fresques and oil paintings and pricey chandeliers, but he could not care less.
That was his problem, up until now, he'd always gotten what he thought he deserved. And he'd always thought he deserved whatever he wanted.

Caitlin was a piece of work, of that he was certain. She seemed happy with that Matthew guy and he gave her more than Dave ever could. It made him sick to the stomach, physically ill.

Over and over his head kept repeating the scenario: Broad-shouldered egg head Matthew suddenly appearing behind beautiful Caitlin, grabbing her waist, where his place was. His hands belonged there, not Matt's. And the words... "I love her," he'd said. Dave ran to the sink, suddenly feeling even more nauseous. He reached it just in time to empty his stomach in there. I love her, too, he thought bitterly.

He often had fantasies he chose not to share with his psychologist, Mr. Penham. He'd been advised to visit him by the hospital staff when they saw Caitlin's bruises after one of his tantrums - escapades, as he liked to call them - and they'd threatened to press charges if he didn't.

Dave couldn't care less about the sessions with Mr. Penham. Most of the time, he made up stories about how hard his childhood was just to avoid talking about what was happening right now.
He was boiling inside. Revenge was what he wanted, her to physically feel his interior pain - nothing more, nothing less.

He wanted to make sure that no-one would ever get to lay his hands on his beautiful Caitlin again. He was certain he'd do it, one way or another. He was proud of his fearless ways, of his unconventional thoughts and clever solutions. He didn't feel disgusted by what he was planning to do, and he took that as a sign of strength.

After all, no matter if she wanted to, no matter if voluntarily: she'd be his again. He'd give her two more weeks to decide, and then, if she didn't and when the time was right, he'd strike and carry out his deadly plan.

A devilish smile contorted his sharp features as he lit up another cigarette, a habit he'd picked up after the break-up.

Fourteen days.



CAT'S POV

Finally, we arrived at Matt's house. He opened the car's door for me and led me inside. By now, I was certain I'd spend the night at his place. I glanced at him as he unlocked the door. He was so good-looking. How could I hang with him for so many years and never once think about him that way?
He shot me a dirty smile as we entered the house and I instantly felt myself get wet. I mean, I knew what was about to happen. Just the mere thought of how good he felt inside me minutes earlier... God. Please. Fuck me now.

"You know what I'd really like?" To fuck me I hope?
"No, but I'm pretty sure you're gonna tell me right now."
He let out a chuckle at my answer. "Whirl pool," he then just stated. The tought of some hot water and some (possibly naked) hot Matt to join me sounded great to me.

Some minutes later we were standing in Matt's giant ass bathroom. The scent of roses and a trace of vanilla filled the air, as well as the humidity radiating from the already-filled whirl pool. That fucker, I grinned to myself, he knew he'd have me right where he wanted me one way or another tonight.

But then again, he was oh so right.

When we approached the tub, I saw that there was a bucket of rose petals standing on the counter. Matt threw me a sheepish smile as he emptied it into the water. Those dimples though, I thought in awe. I was flattered by how much effort he'd made for me.

"I forgot you're such a romantic," I stated, unable to say anything else. "I forgot you're not," he said before he scooped me up into his arms, placed me onto the sink and kissed me gently, slowly.

Right after his lips met mine, I knew this kiss was different from anyone we'd shared in the past. My whole body started trembling inside and by how fast my heart beat it felt like it couldn't hold all that joy. He grinned into our kiss before finally deepening it. His tongue slipped into my mouth and I let out a sigh before letting it play with mine.

For the first time in a long while, it felt like finally everything was falling together. We kissed like we were our drug and we desperately needed to get a fix. It was only then that I realized I was digging my nails into his arms, holding on to him for dear life.

Breathlessly, we pulled away for mere seconds. "Mh, Cat," he moaned before crashing his lips on mine again. His hands finally found their way to my back and unzipped the dress with one swift motion. He pulled it over my head, revealing my black lace lingerie. "God, you're just so beautiful," he whispered as he carefully placed the dress on the floor behind him, "you really are a piece of art."

"You're way too dressed," I complained with a grin as I pulled him closer and started unbuttoning his shirt. In the meanwhile, he was placing feather light kisses on my neck and nibbling on my ear and my collar bone, driving me wild. My thong was soaked by then and I wanted nothing more than for him to finally shove his big little Matt inside of me.

"You're driving me crazy," he gasped as I finally slid off his shirt, "always have been". His upper body with all the sexy tattoos was finally exposed and I immediately attacked his skin with bites, licks and kisses, causing him to moan. I slung my legs around him, feeling his hardness against my dripping organ as I traced the tattoo on his chest with my tongue.

Matt felt up my legs and then kneaded my ass, teasingly moving closer and closer to my wetness. Just as one finger slowly found its way under my thong, he pulled away with a grin. "Now about that bath?"
Fuck you! I mean fuck me. I mean... whatever.

Quickly, we got rid of the rest of our clothes and then entered the jacuzzi, innocently sitting right next to each other. The temperature was perfect and the water felt nice on my skin. We stared at each other and I lost myself in Matt's hazel eyes once again. He leaned in and attacked my lips just like before.

At the same time, he felt up my legs again, this time not stopping. His fingers ran over my lips, teasingly entered me half way and then circled my hole again. My hands found their way to his cock, one hand pumping him, the other one massaging his balls. "Jesus Christ," he cursed out, "That feels so good."

Finally, his fingers found their way into me and I moaned loudly as he rapidly moved them in and out of me. He finger fucked me faster and faster, hitting all the right nerve ends every time his fingers disappeared in me.

I quickened my pace pumping his dick, too as I felt my release building up inside of me. I pulled away from our kiss, by now quietly moaning every time he hit my g-spot. "Matt, faster," I begged and he obeyed my wish. Long, loud moans felt the room as my body started to shake. I came so hard I saw stars for a second.

"That was so hot," Matt growled, "now come sit on my lap and let me do that again with my dick."
I did as he told me. Swiftly, he placed me right above him, so his rock hard dick was right at my entrance. With a dirty grin, he pushed in about half way and I cried out in pleasure. I knew what he wanted, and I was too turned on not to give it to him. "Please Matt," I wimpered, "push in already." He did as he was told and stood completely still when his full length was buried inside me, grinning again in anticipation.

"And now," I commanded, "I want you to fuck me hard."

He turned us around and pressed my back against the whirl pool's wall before slamming into me mercilessly. Both of us groaned as he picked up the speed even more. I dug my nails into his back. Immediately, my orgasm built up again and I screamed as I released for the first time. For a few seconds, his thrusts were slower and he pulled out almost completely. But then he shoved himself back into me.

"God, you're even tighter now," he moaned, "but I bet I'll get you to come even harder." His fingers moved to my clit, circling it as he started pounding into me again. He sucked on my neck and picked up the pace with both his fingers and his cock and almost instantly, I was close again.

"Come for me," he commanded between moans, obviously close. "Scream my name," he demanded, and so I did as I came hard on his dick. I felt him release inside me just as my orgasm was subsiding, and he gave it a few more sloppy thrusts before pulling out.

Breathlessly, I whispered, "Matt, that was awesome." My legs were still shaking. "I know, you just feel so good," he responded, "and you know what? You can have some of that as often as you like. But for that, you need to be my girlfriend."

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