Single honeymoon

MATT'S POV

The first tear started rolling down my cheek as her words were echoing in my head. And believe me, I don't cry easy. Come to think of it, I think I didn't even cry when I had to leave Val. But in that moment, I knew my world was shattering to pieces. I would never have Cat.

You're pathetic. Get out. You're pathetic. No. Pathetic. Get out. You're pathetic. You're. No. Pathetic. Her words seemed to melt into a uniform choir, making my head spin.
"You said you loved me," I heard myself whisper. My voice sounded strange, almost like it didn't belong. Nothing mattered anymore.

"I'm fucked up," she just replied. I wanted to say something, but suddenly my throat felt like someone had tied a rope around it. I just shook my head and left the car, wondering what I did to fuck it up this time.

I closed the door behind me and wondered how much beer I still had. Leaning my head against the door on the inside, I let my tears flow. There was no need to fight them. I had hit a new low after trusting her, thinking that she'd fallen for me, too. That was what hurt the most. I didn't expect her not to like me back at all.

Suddenly, I heard a soft knock. It must be Cat, I thought as my insides twisted painfully after that sort of rejection. My heart was pounding in a way I never knew it could before. Never, in my entire life, had I been this nervous. And trust me, I performed in front of thousands, I proposed to someone and did a lot of things that took balls. But I'd never felt so hopeless.

I didn't want to open. I knew it was stubborn and hopeless, since I had to face her someday, but I didn't want to deal with that today. Not today.

But somehow my body didn't obey my brain. As if in trance, I opened the door.

"I'm sorry, Matt," she sobbed. Tears were streaming down her face and her mascara was smeared all over her face.

Before I could even process what was happening, she pulled my head down to her height and crashed her lips against mine hungrily. I wanted to push her away, but I couldn't, even if I tried. Her lips just felt so good on mine.

My heart seemed to jump inside my ribcage and this tingling sensation in all of my limbs was just feeling too good to end. Her arms snaked around my neck, pulling me even closer. With her fingers, she started to softly tug at my hair as she moaned into the heated kiss.

I'm not fucking imagining things, I thought, she loves this just as much as I do. I pulled her body into mine as I hesitantly wrapped my arms around her tiny waists. She was doing whatever she pleases to me, I had no say in this. I didn't like it one bit, but I was putty, needy. I was basically wax in her hands, something I'd never felt before.

It was only then that she finally let her tongue slip into my mouth to play with mine, waking my little Matt. I moaned, pulling her inside and roughly slamming her against the door. She slung her legs around me.
Her warm core touched my dick. It was already twisting painfully and screaming for her attention, but I didn't think I would be getting any today. If I could insert one sane thought between all of the dirty ones that were running berserk in my mind, I would end it.

Why is she doing this to me? Mayday. I need to end this. Right now. She doesn't love me. Johnny Christ. Johnny Christ masturbating. Holy fuck why does this never work?

I felt her small hands leave my neck just to feel down my upper body and to determinedly wander to the hem of my t-shirt, pulling it off me. She gasped as we broke the kiss for a second. I knew where this was heading, and I knew I was supposed to stop, but I just couldn't. It just felt too right.

"Cat," I moaned, "I don't think..."
"That's right. You don't think. Right now."

She commanded and started pulling me with her, walking us to my dining room, which was the closest room from my entrance hall.

"Sit," she said as we reached the big wooden table with the chairs around it and I did as I was told. Her plump lips sucked on my neck, right at my sweet spot as she straddled my lap. Involuntarily, I buckled my hips so my rock hard dick pressed against her core and she moaned against my skin, making me shiver. My hands wandered to her firm ass, squeezing it through the thin fabric of her yoga pants.

Fuck it, I thought. We went too far.

Slowly, she kissed and licked down my chest and abdomen, tracing my tattoos. God, what is she doing to me? When she got low enough, she left my lap and got on her knees right before me, licking slowly along the waistline of my boxers.

I groaned as she unbuckled my belt and pulled down my jeans and boxers. With her tongue she started licking up and down my shaft, stopping shortly before reaching the sensitive tip. Her hand lightly massaged her balls and I had to concentrate not to cum from just that little movement.

Without a further warning, she shoved my dick deep inside her mouth, sucking hard and bobbing her head up and down. The extra length was stroked with one hand, the other hand remained on my balls.

Fuck, this feels so good. I moaned loudly as she took him in deeper and deeper. That Dave asshole definitely taught her how to suck cock, I thought as I felt myself getting closer and closer to my release even though she'd only just begun.

I couldn't stand the thought of it being over so soon, so I pushed her away and quickly slipped all of her clothes off her, leaving her in nothing but her panties. As I grabbed her, she asked me what I was doing. Taking over, blondie. Making you beg for me.

With a devilish smile, I replied, "Well, just what you do at table. Enjoying a meal." With that, I sat her on the edge of the table and rapidly removed her panties. Man, that was a pretty sight. Her pink, freshly shaved lips were glistening with wetness and I couldn't wait to dive my tongue in between those fit and slim legs.

"I wasn't done with my meal, either," she said and I climbed on top of her until my dick was right in front of her face. It was strange kneeling on the table, but I couldn't care less. She opened her mouth for me and I fucked it while she moaned and started touching herself with her fingers. I couldn't let that sit, could I?

Quickly, I turned myself around so I could eat that pretty little pink pussy right at the same time. I continued to fuck her mouth while finally burying my face in her delicious juice covered organ. She was so wet it was already dripping onto my table.

She moaned loudly against my cock as I licked her folds and then proceeded to suck on her sweet spot. I'd get her there quickly, of that I was sure. I wouldn't tease or go slow, not this time.

Immediately, I shoved two fingers inside her and moved them in and out as fast as I could, knowing I was exactly at the right spot. "Oh my God!" Cat stopped to suck and screamed in pure extasy. She was so close to cumming right onto my face. I grinned as I stopped sucking her, too, only slowly moving my fingers.

"Oh God, please don't," she wimpered. Well honey, you should have thought about that earlier. "Do you want to come?" I asked with a raspy voice. "Yes please," she begged and I almost gave in. Believe me, it's hard when she's begging for something you want anyway.

"Did you mean what you said earlier? You don't care about me at all?" I asked.
"No."
"Swear it's the truth," I demanded.
"It is, Matt. I do care. A lot."

Somehow, I believed her. I got off her as fast as I could, taking a stand in front of the table. "Fuck me," she panted and rubbed herself provocantly.

I couldn't take it any longer. I slammed into her hard and fast as she cried out in pleasure and continued to touch herself, screaming my name as she came after mere minutes. I wasn't far behind, spurting into her right at the same time.

"Wow," she breathed heavily after I got off her and put on my pants again.
It definitely was a sight to see her naked, laying there on the big table, covered in sweat from what I just did to her. Just that mere thought almost gave me a semi.

Stop it. Now focus, I thought. I needed to get one more answer from her.

"Cat?" I said as she lit up a cigarette. "Yeah?"
"Since when do you smoke?" God damnit, Matt. You wanted to ask something differently.
"None of your fucking business," she said as she exhaled.
"Now do you care or don't you?"

NO ONES POV

Ten more days.
His face lit up as he glanced at her reflection in the mirror. She was pretty when she slept, he thought as he carefully trimmed his beard. And more importantly, she was exactly his ticket to his love.

He'd tied her to the bedposts like in a bad porno, just that he wasn't interested in anything with her. Surely, after he picked her up, her pretty white dress was stained and ripped, she couldn't wear it to bed. He'd just lent her his pajamas and furtheron slept on the couch, wearing his boxers.

It bugged him that he hadn't brought another pair. He couldn't leave her alone either, she'd possibly scream and draw attention to her. It also bugged him that he hadn't booked a more expensive hostel. He was bored already with no TV and no wifi, and he still had ten days to go. Still, this was the only hostel he knew he could check in without his ID. But anyway, he knew it was worth the wait. Everything was.

She was annoying when she didn't sleep. She was always hungry or needed to go to the bathroom or sobbed and asked him if he was going to kill her. That was why he liked to keep her sedated. And, of course, it was for her own good. She didn't have to worry and struggle so much when in ten days her life would go on just like before.

After all, it was someone else he wanted. Someone who mattered way more to him. Someone he'd never let go if he got her again.

A toothless smile formed on his face as he thought about his bright future.

Notes

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