Intoxicated

Five months. Five months since she last saw Matt, and still she wasn't over it. She had no one to blame but herself. She was the one that left without telling him. She was the one that made that choice. And yet, she couldn't seem to put her heart back together.

Anxious only scratched the surface of how she felt after returning home from her “girls trip”. Waiting for Matt to berate her with texts and phone calls, demanding to know why she left. But her phone was silent, and it stayed silent. After a week of not hearing from him, she knew it was over, and her biggest fear had become a reality.

She was a rebound.

The reality hit hard and left her weak. She was angry with herself more than anything. From the beginning she knew this could happen. By keeping her distance she thought she was protected. It was a cold, stinging reality to admit to herself that she had fallen in love with a man that was never hers to have.

Sam was too embarrassed to reach out to him for closure, and as each day passed she knew her window of opportunity was gone. Too much time had passed for her to be able to talk to him. Mutual friends of theirs had thrown parties and Sam would go in hopes that he would be there, just for her to see him one last time. But he never showed up.

The ultimate blow had come just a few days ago. Sam found herself near his neighborhood and she couldn't resist driving by his house. Shock and pain crashed over her when she saw the realty sign in the in the yard with big, red letters that said ‘SOLD’ slapped across it.

He was gone.

Grey, dreary skies matched her mood. Another Saturday spent in her pj’s on the couch. At least today she could blame it on the weather and not her crushing heartache. Flipping through channels, she decided on a cheesy Lifetime movie. What better way to soothe her pain than by filling her head with the idea of unrealistic romance.

With her pint of Ben and Jerry’s back in her hand, she settled into the couch and indulged her pain, trying not to think about how much of a cliché she looked like. Soon enough she would have to face reality again and rejoin the rest of the world, but for at least today she would sulk and eat her feelings.

Sam had made it through three movies, working on number four, by the time six o’clock came. She had also made her way through one bag of popcorn, four sodas, and was working on her second pint of Chunky Monkey. The knock that came from her front door surprised her. She wasn't expecting anyone, and her family and friends knew she didn't like unannounced visitors. Deciding that whoever it was wasn't important and would go away on their own, she continued watching her movie. But when more knocks came she knew they wouldn't be leaving on their own. With a sigh, she stood and walked to the door, blanket draped across her shoulders and ice cream in hand.

“Coming!” Her yell was a warning as the person knocked again. Not bothering to check the peephole, she pulled open the door. “What is-”

Matt.

He was standing at her door. He was here. In front of her. She didn't think, just reacted. Lunging at him, her arms wrapped around his neck in a tight hug. Warmth bloomed in her chest when his arms immediately went around her, hugging back.

Her voice was just as shaken as she was. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” his voice was muffled by her neck.

Pulling away, she knew she owed him an explanation. “Come in.”

Once he was inside, she was suddenly very aware of how she looked. Pajamas with cartoon raccoons on them. Fuzzy socks on her feet. No makeup and her hair on top of her head in a messy bun. And to top it off, a blanket on her shoulders like a shawl and a half eaten pint of ice cream in her hand.

The stereotypical post break up, heart broken woman.

And Matt looked like Matt. Jeans, t shirt, hat, scruffy face. Following him to the living room, she cringed at the remains of her junk food binge.

Matt sat, wondering how a woman of her size could put down so much food. “Movie marathon?”

“Uh, something like that.” She set her ice cream on the coffee table, not caring if it melted. There were three more pints in her freezer. “You moved.” Word vomit. Matt hadn't been in her home for two minutes and already her foot was in her mouth.

“Yeah. Got a new place near the beach.” Would she ask if he was living alone?

“Do you like it?” God, she wanted to crawl into a hole. Why did she have to be so awkward?

Matt didn't have time for being civil. “I came here for a reason.”

“Matt, I-” Holding up a hand to stop her, he pulled out a manilla envelope she hadn't noticed.

“I wanted you to see for yourself.”

Sam’s hands shook as she took the envelope. It was thick and heavy. Pulling the papers out and reading the cover page, she gave him a puzzled look.

“Your divorce papers?”

“Look at the last page.”

Flipping to the back, she saw a page with some writing along with two signatures. One from Matt, and one from his wife.

“It’s done,” his voice broke the heavy silence. “My divorce is final.”

Not knowing how to react, she put the papers back into the envelope and gave it back to him. Was she supposed to congratulate him? Matt didn't give her time to respond. Tossing the envelope aside, he closed the distance between them and sat Sam on his lap.

“Now it can finally be you and me.”

She stared at him, still in disbelief. “I don't know what to say. I think I’m still shocked that you're even here. And on top of that, divorced. You're here, and you don't hate me.” The way his hand roamed her thigh proved that.

“You're right, I don't hate you.”

Matt’s lips began moving up and down her neck. “But I...I left without a word.” His mouth was beyond distracting. “We haven't talked in five months.”

That made him stop. “You did. And we haven't. I know why you left, and I knew that if I tried talking to you you would have only pushed me away more. So instead, I left you alone and worked on getting my divorce finalized as quickly as possible.”

Panic began bubbling under the surface. Was he here to talk about their ‘relationship’? She still had her reservations about it, even if she was head over heels.

“Matt, it’s too soon-”

“No.” He held her by the nape of her neck, his body radiating dominance. “No more coming up with excuses to keep yourself from me.”

Her brows creased in anger. “It’s not an excuse. I’ve never made excuses for us.”

“Do you want your life to be like it has been for the last five months?”

He meant, did she want her life without him in it. If she learned anything the last few months it was that she loved him and wanted him more than anything.

“No.” It was hard enough to admit to herself, much less admit it to Matt.

“I don't want to be without you. So stop trying to keep us apart.”

Sam knew there was more to it than that. More complicated than he made it seem. Nobody knew how deep their friendship was, and they certainly didn't know that it had started to become more than just that. Once people found out there would be backlash. The only way they could be together would be by dealing with whatever negativity may come from it. And Sam knew Matt was worth it.

“You’re right.” More admissions that gave Matt more control of her heart. “I want you. More than anything.”

His mouth was on hers, kissing her deeply. Sam could feel the smile on his lips and couldn't help but smile back. Things got serious when Matt moved her to straddle his lap. With her hands on his chest, his rested on her hips. They didn't stay still for long, moving to cup her ass and pulling her closer. Matt caught her surprised gasp in his mouth as he dominated hers. She melted against him, feeling his hardness against her core.

Warm hands traveled up her thighs, grabbing her shirt and pulling it off, revealing that she was not wearing a bra. Instantly his mouth closed around one nipple, flicking and pulling at the metal that pierced it.

“Matt,” her gasp was breathy. It had been so long since she had been touched like this.

Her hips moved, grinding against his hard length. Matt couldn't wait to feel her touch on his cock. Her hands, her mouth, her pussy, her ass. He wanted it all.

Sam’s hands fumbled with his jeans. He knew once she had his cock out he’d be in her in no time. But they were on her couch, in the living room. That wasn't where he wanted their first time to be. Without a word he stood, taking Sam with him. She knew exactly where he was going.

Her soft bed touched her bare back as he laid her down. Still in her pajama shorts, Matt quickly stripped her of them. His excitement grew when he saw not only was she not wearing a bra, but she was pantiless as well.

The cold air bit at her nipple, still wet from Matt’s mouth. He began undressing and a chill went down her spine. The last time they were naked together, he was drunk and she was scared. Scared of falling in love with him. Now she knew that she was, and while it scared her, she wasn't going to let go of him again.

His hands went to her legs, gently prying them apart. Her face burned as he stared at her most intimate parts. His eyes never left her as he bent down, placing soft kisses on her inner thighs. Using everything in her, she kept still. Ache started to fill her body. She needed to be filled by him.

“Oh!” A harsh bite spiked her senses. Looking down at Matt, he was still staring at her pussy as he moved closer.

Her eyes closed as she placed a soft kiss right on her clit. He was barely touching her and already she felt like she could explode at any moment.

“Matt, please.” Begging already, and all he had done was kiss her.

His lips met her thighs again. “I want to take my time.”

Her head shook wildly. “No, please. I can't wait. I need you.”

“I want to taste your pussy.” To make his point, he slowly ran his tongue along her slit, making her grip at the sheets. She wanted that too. But her need was too strong.

“I won't last, Matt.” Tears pricked her eyes.

Matt wanted to continue. Take his time and explore every part of her body, thoroughly. And he was going to make sure he got that.

Going back to her pussy, she could feel his breath on her as he spoke. “If I give you this, you have to give me something.”

“Anything.”

He would make sure he got everything.

“I’ll give you this, sex without foreplay, this one time. And in exchange, you’re mine for the rest of the night.”

With her hips beginning to stir, she answered. “Yes.”

He wanted to be sure she knew exactly what she as agreeing to. “That means no clothes the rest of the night. You’ll do what I say, when I say it, no refusals. I want all of you, Sam.”

Finally her eyes met his. He was not playing around. He spoke with such control and authority that she didn't think she could refuse even if she wanted to.

“By tomorrow morning I will know all of you body. I want to taste every part of you, feel every part of you.” Running his fingers through her wet slit, he rubbed them against her rosebud. Sam’s eyes widened as he slowly massaged against it. “Every. Part.”

The man wanted to consume her. Wanted to get inside of her even more than he already was. There would be no turning back, no way of giving him anything but all of her heart if she did this. She would belong to him completely.

“I want that too.”

Matt’s mouth crashed onto hers, sealing their agreement with a heated kiss. As promised, Matt skipped the foreplay. Neither of them needed it. They were ready. Their mouths broke as the head of Matt’s cock pushed against her slick entrance. Slowly the burn of being stretched filled her, making her gasp. Relaxing her body, she accepted each steel inch of him until he was at the hilt.

“Shit.” His sharp curse was strained. It had been so long, and she felt so good. He was glad he had all night. Although, he knew that wouldn't be enough for him.

Matt slowly moved in and out, knowing it had been just as long for her and not wanting to hurt her or make her too sore. Snaking his hands under her shoulders, he held her and looked into her hazel eyes.

Sam could feel her heart swell with each thrust. This was not fucking. No, it was much more. With her legs clenching his hips, Matt began picking up speed, putting more force in his movements. Each thrust hit that spot deep within her. Moans escaped her mouth, encouraging him to go faster, but his self control was stronger. He was enjoying the feel of her pussy gripping his cock, clenching him every time he thrusted in and hit her spot.

Eyes closed and head thrown back, Sam felt her entire body burn. “Oh fuck, Matt.”

“Open your eyes, baby.” Immediately they were on him. So obedient. He loved it. “Look at me while I’m filling your pussy.”

“It feels so good.” This was amazing, but she needed more. And she knew how to get it. “You feel so good.” Desire ran straight to his balls. He loved a vocal woman. “So thick and hard.”

“Sam…” he warned. If she kept going he’d be fucking her into the mattress.

“I want to come on your cock. Make me come, please.”

With a growl rumbling deep from his chest, he held her thigh at an angle so he could go deeper. “That mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble.” He slowly moved out, then sank back in with a slap.

Sam’s breath caught. Looking at him with a glint in her eyes, she gave a kittenish smile. “I’ll take anything you give me, Master.”

And his self control was shot.

His speed picked up tenfold, along with the force that each thrust carried. Sam’s eyes never left his as moans of praises and begging came from her mouth. She struggled to catch her breath and Matt knew she was close, the clamping of her pussy getting stronger.

Another growl ripped from his chest. “Are you going to come for me?”

“Yes, yes, I want to come for you!”

Her willingness to please him hit him in the gut. “You come when I tell you you can.”

“Please!” She cried. She was so close. He could feel the tremors starting.

“Not yet.” It was only the beginning of a long night for both of them.

“Matt…”

He knew what she wanted. “Are you ready to come?”

“God, yes!”

He was too, and they would come together. “Come, baby. Come now!”

A cry ripped from her throat as her body convulsed. Matt let out his own euphoria as her pussy milked him through his orgasm. Their eyes never breaking from each other.

Even though they were both breathless, he captured her mouth in a kiss. Sam held his face as she poured every bit of herself into him. There was no going back now, it was only forward to whatever life had in store for them. She knew there would be tough times, but Matt was worth it.
When the kiss ended they were both gasping for air. Matt held himself above her on his elbow, the other hand cupping her cheek.

“You and me?” He knew he loved her, and the last five months without her had been pure hell. He didn't know what he would do if she ran from him again.

Kissing his palm, she nuzzled against his warm hand. “You and me.”

Notes

And it's complete! Hope everyone enjoyed.