On Tour

Karma gasped as the warm water hit her body. After their encounter, she had to wash away all evidence. Her hair was shaggy and her body sweaty. It would have been too suspicious to have them come back to this sight, especially after all that chemistry durning the song. It changed something between them, didn't it? He felt it, too, didn't he? Karma's mind was a mess, but she was determined to just feel, not think. In the meanwhile, the guys had returned from their little signing session. Through the shower room's door, their voices sounded thin.

"Dude, you didn't wanna come out? You guys good?" she heard Syn say while she grabbed her towel and dried her skin. Haha... good...

While Matt was making up some plausible excuse of them warming up their voices, she allowed herself to think back for a second. She gave in again, but this time it surely felt different. That spark during their song... it was undeniable. It built up a pressure that desperately needed to erupt, almost like a volcano inside which the lava had been seething for hundreds of years.

It certainly was a powerful eruption. Karma never slept around, but she wasn't a saint either. She'd had her fair share of partners, but she didn't remember anyone being as plain good. It was as if Matt knew her inside out, he just had to push some buttons and then he had her exploding against him, and after that, breathless.

Some minutes later, she was finally dressed. They did some more exercises to warm up their voices, and before they knew it, it was time to go on stage. A few seconds remained with Matt and Karma alone in the backstage room, as always. When Brian walked through the door, he whizzed, "Don't fucking start a fight. This will be perfect."

But he didn't have to worry. As soon as he was through the door, Matt's heavy arms were around her, and he connected their lips. His fingers softly tangled in her hair as they kissed, just briefly, before he had to go on stage.

Karma breathed heavily as they parted. He managed to always catch her off guard, even when it was clearly coming. There certainly was some kind of thrill in knowing the guys were outside, as well as thousands of fans hoping to get some of either of them tonight.

She took a deep breath, and then Afterlife started playing. As she entered the stage, she was greeted with a deafening round of applause. And then she sang, and she knew it was great right from her very first note on. They left the stage for good after the encore, knowing their concert was one of the best they ever played. A huge success. The DVD would turn out amazing. It was, sadly, the last concert on this leap of the tour, a grand finish.

As they all got off the bus in Huntington Beach, ready to go back to their houses, they all hugged, saying their goodbyes, at least for some weeks until the next leg of the tour. When Matt hugged her, he softly whispered in her ear. "My house?" The vibration his voice was sending out caused goosebumps to form all over her back.

Karma hesitated for a minute, but the pleading look on his handsome face was too much for her. She couldn't say no. It wasn't cheating anymore. It felt right, whatever it was. She nodded, and Matt took her hand as they walked the short distance to his house. His hand felt strange around hers, almost like it didn't belong. But then again, so damn good.

Matt lived in a beautiful two-storied house which was way too big for just one person. He had a swimming pool, a beautiful wooden porch where they always held their barbecues and a large indoor jacuzzi. There were three rooms entirely dedicated to music, one for his guitars and basses, another one where he wrote and a third one with soundproof walls was some kind of studio where he or all of them demoed songs.

As he fumbled with the keys, she felt her chest swell painfully with need. This was a new level, after all. They really took it to his house. Some weeks ago, she felt so uneasy coming here, knowing there could easily be another fight in front of all the others. But now? Just an almost painful need. The door swung open with a click, and Matt's hand grabbed Karma's hips. His touch was electrifying. Whenever they touched, her body responded like this.

"Are you hungry? Thirsty?" he asked, and Karma decided to have a glass of white wine, knowing he had some of the best at home. They sat on the sofa and both nursed a glass.
After a while, she went to his giant bathroom to freshen up. When she wanted to return, he was nowhere near the sofa.

Suddenly, he appeared right next to her. His intoxicating smell invaded her mind. He pressed her against the door. His core met hers, letting her know exactly what she was doing to him. She groaned with need as his lips finally found hers, moving in perfect sync.

His tongue slowly glid inside her mouth, exploring the new territory before it finally played with hers. They kissed until they ran out of air. His hands grabbed her tiny body and lifted it up effortlessly. He carried her up the stairs while gently kissing her neck. It sent the strongest tingles down her spine.

He placed her onto the bed in his room softly. Karma's hands determinedly disposed of his t-shirt before they kissed again. He tasted so good. Her head became cloudy with desire as he took off her clothes one by one, leaving her in nothing but her panties. His teeth worked her nipples whilst his hands cupped her ass, teasingly rubbing over her wet core from behind.

Suddenly, his talented fingers pushed aside her panties and found their way into her. She let out a gasp. He added another finger and pushed them in, hitting her spot. Karma moaned as his head went deeper, slowly kissing down her belly while his fingers fucked her fast.

She buckled her hips, causing him to chuckle. Matt used his other hand to rip down her panties before slowly licking up and down her wet folds. A groan escaped her mouth. He picked up the pace with his fingers as he started to circle her clit with his tongue.

Her whimpering got louder and louder as he got her closer insanely fast. She felt the familiar wave build up in her stomach and exploded all over his face, screaming from the pleasure. It shot through her entire body until she slumped down like an empty bag of potatoes. He grinned as he got up from between her legs and laid down next to her.

Feeling like she had to, she moved her hands to the zipper of his pants. Surprisingly, he pushed them away. "You don't have to," he rasped before kissing her, letting her taste herself.

"Okay," she mouthed. She was confused. "Do you want me to leave right now?" She asked, almost expecting him to say yes. But he just stared at her. It was obvious he didn't know.
"No, stay," he finally decided, not breaking their eye contact, "I mean... I get it if you wanna leave." Karma shook her head in confusion.

As if in trance, he pulled her into his arms. She fell asleep easily, accepting the fact that some chapters of her life might not have a title until much later.

Some rays of light came in through the window, tickling Karma's nose. Half awake, she realized there were two strong arms around her, holding her tightly against a built body. Something poked her butt, and it definitely wasn't a finger.

Suddenly, her eyes were wide open. She realized she'd yet again crossed a line. It was one thing to sleep with Matt, but another to spend the night. What was he thinking, only indulging her and not taking anything in return? And then, even worse, letting her stay the night?

She turned around, ready for him to throw her out, to be angry, to regret his decision. What she saw startled her. Matt was looking at her, a soft expression on his face. How long had he been watching her sleep?

"Good morning," he whispered. Karma was unable to respond. This was all so new to her. He propped himself up on his elbow and captured her lips in a tender kiss, which quickly turned into a heated make out session.

Karma finally gave in. She took off his boxers and he easily glid inside her, filling her up completely. As their moans grew louder and their joint bodies reacted in their very own ways, Karma's cloudy head started wondering why he was being so tender, why he of all people was fine with the "boring" (a quote by Matthew Sanders!) missionary position, but enjoyed it anyway.

They came at the same time and breathlessly collapsed into each other. Matt's weight was still on her, and their bodies were still connected at their cores. He buried his face in the nape of her neck and remained lying on her.

Karma smiled as she let her fingers run through his soft hair. She didn't know what was going on, but she felt a deep, genuine happiness inside.

And then he said it, a mere whisper, but distinct enough for her to know he said it for her to hear it. It struck her like a lightning. It was as if a thousand volts of electricity were being shot through her simultaneously, knocking all the air out of her lungs.

"I think I love you."

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