Confession of a King

I sat on the floor in the living room, my laptop pulled up on the coffee table and an array of brochures and magazines scattered around it. There was a cup of coffee next to the laptop, belonging to me. Matt was across from me, sitting on the couch with his own cup of coffee in his hands. We had been like this for two hours now and I was going slightly insane. This whole wedding thing was too much for me to handle, especially now that I was trying to get my act together to go back to work next week. Matt and I could not agree on anything - color, location, amount of people, if it was going to be in a church then a reception elsewhere, if we were going to do it on the beach… nothing about this was easy. This was worse than house hunting.

“Pale yellow and gray,” I muttered while my eyes scanned the computer.

“I am not wearing fucking yellow at my wedding,” Matt grumbled while placing his coffee cup down on the coffee table. “Have you ever seen me in yellow? I don’t wear yellow.”

I looked up and gave him an unamused face, “You’d be wearing mostly gray, dumbass. Yellow would be for the bridesmaids that I am not going to have because I don’t have any fucking friends anymore.”

“Go ahead and say it,” he smirked at me.

“I don’t have any friends because of you. I don’t want to do this extravagant wedding, Matt. I’m fucking over it. Can’t we just get our marriage license and throw a reception? I’ll even wear a white dress to that.” I huffed and closed my laptop.

Matt exhaled and frowned, “I know, baby. It’s just what my parents are really pushing for since I’m the first born.”

“Can’t you explain to your parents that it’s literally going to be your friends and your family, and then little Ivy and Alec because I don’t have friends OR family.”

“Iv, believe me I’ve tried…”

“Maybe we should just get pregnant again and be like whoops, too fat for a wedding dress better just go to the courthouse,” I added with a smirk, seeing Matt’s face light up a bit at the P word. “That might be the easy way out of this.”

“Better stop taking that birth control, mommabear,” Matt chuckled and tossed a throw pillow at my face, completely missing me and knocking over my coffee. Luckily it went all over the carpet and not my laptop. A horrified look sat on his face as he watched the white carpet turn brown, “Fucking shit.”

I looked at him while trying to hold back laughter, it ultimately erupting out of me, “Way to go, Sanders.”

“Turned out much funnier in my head,” he grumbled while heading toward the kitchen to get what I assumed was going to be carpet cleaner.

I got up from my spot, grabbing my laptop, the magazines and the brochures off the table. I headed toward Matt’s office, dropping the stuff off on his desk before going to check on Alec. We had put him down for a nap, and it had been about an hour so it was getting close to being time for him to wake up. I peeked my head into his bedroom, seeing him still fast asleep in his bed. I walked in and stared down at my son, watching his chest rise and fall as he slept quietly. Matt’s last project to keep himself busy was re-doing Alec’s bedroom. He painted all the walls a light aqua, and actually stained all the furniture to a darker shade of wood. I was surprised at the criminal’s interior design capabilities, but then again, he was the one who decorated all of Avenged’s headquarters and it was downright breath taking. He had wanted to really out-do the house, wanting to spend tons of money on a lavish home when we were in the market… luckily, I talked him out of that and onto something more, normal. Now he just had enough time on his hands to turn it into the fancy home he wanted without having to hire anyone.

I closed Alec’s door and decided to check on the laundry, too. I was re-washing all of my work clothes so that they would be freshly clean when I started back up next week. Matt wasn’t happy about me accepting Mr. Morgan’s offer to come back to the prison, but he wasn’t going to stop me from doing it. He knew that I had enjoyed my job, and since he was no longer affiliated with Avenged hopefully it would keep me out of trouble. Of course, I was still going to be dealing with some inmates who knew who I was, knew who my soon-to-be husband was, but I had a chat with Mr. Morgan about having all new inmates under me other than Jimmy.

My phone started ringing as I loaded the wet clothing into the dryer. I pulled it from my pocket to see Brian’s name popping up. I smiled to myself as I closed the dryer, pressing the button for it to run, while answering the phone.

“What’s cookin’ good lookin’?” I smirked while closing the laundry room door.

Brian laughed on the opposite line, “Shadows is going to put a bullet through my skull if he hears you talk to me like that. Then he’s going to lock you in the basement and never let you see the light of day.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time something like that has happened to me, huh?” I laughed, thinking back to being Behemoth’s hostage. Brian stayed quiet, obviously knowing what I was referring to. “I was making a funny, Bri. You’re supposed to laugh.”

“You were never supposed to be in that situation. I’m not going to laugh about it… even if you tried to make a funny,” he responded with a little bit of attitude.

I rolled my eyes even though he couldn’t see them, “Alright, grouchy pants. I was just saying that I’m not scared of big, bad Shadows and his anger toward our friendship. You shouldn’t be either. You should be flattered that he is so threatened by your presence in my life.”

“I’m telling you, Ivy. You need to watch your mouth,” he laughed through the phone once again. I heard someone yell in the background, “Zack says hi.”

I smiled while walking down the hallway toward the stairs, “Tell him I said hello. I miss you guys, even Johnny’s annoying ass. Can you call Corey and we all have dinner at the house one night? I’ll see if Kim can watch Alec.”

“Only if you’re cooking,” Brian responded, and I could hear the smile on his lips. “Run it by your hubby first. I’d hate for you to get in trouble for offering to cook me dinner without his approval.”

“I don’t need his damn approval,” I mentioned once again while rounding the corner of the bottom steps. Matt was in the living room, scrubbing away at the carpet that he stained. “I wish you could see your old alpha looking like Cinderella while trying to get a coffee stain out of white carpet.” Matt’s head shot over toward me, eyeing me as he noticed the phone pressed to my ear. I smiled at him, “What do you think about us having dinner at the house with the guys and Corey one night before I go back to work? I’ll cook dinner and you can see if your mom wants to watch Mini Matt.”

“Who are you talking to?” Matt asked with an eyebrow raised, ignoring the question.

“My other boyfriend,” I smirked at my annoyed fiance, a look of disapproval on his face. “I’m just going to assume that it’s a yes, Bri,” I talked into the phone. “Whenever Corey is available works for me.”

“Get off the phone, Ivy,” Matt nearly growled while standing up from his spot.

“Oh, he sounds angry,” Brian noted with a laugh. “I’ll call Corey tonight and let you know. I just wanted to call to say hi and hear your wonderful, chipper voice. Good luck with Shads.”

“Thanks,” I laughed into the phone and slid it into my pocket when Brian ended the call.

Matt stood in front of me with his jaw clenched, hands on his hips. He had a scowl on his face as his hazel eyes narrowed, burning right into me. We had another discussion about my relationship with Brian, and in Matt’s defense I was continuously picking on him for being insecure and jealous over someone who was in the least bit a threat. I knew it ate at Matt, but it was hysterical to me that he got so mad over something so ridiculous. Matt swore that Brian was in love with me, but Brian swore to me that he viewed me as a little sister, not a lover.

I crossed my arms over my chest and looked at Matt with a smile, taking in his angered appearance. “I love you, Matthew,” I grinned.

“You get on my last fucking nerve,” he spat while pinching the bridge of his nose, then looking at me, jaw still tight. “Do you get off on doing this shit to me?”

“Only sometimes,” I smirked at him.

He huffed and shook his head, turning away from me even though it looked like there was something he wanted to say. He grabbed the mess of paper towels off the floor, the brown stain now gone from the white carpet, and headed back toward the kitchen. I followed behind him, quietly and slowly, watching him throw out the used paper towels, then put the unused once back on the countertop. He reached for the cabinet under the sink, putting the carpet cleaner away, then ran the sink and washed his hands. He knew I was in the room as he kept his back to me, grabbing a granola bar out of the pantry and ripping it open, eating it while staring out the window.

The sun was in the right spot that I could see both of our reflections in the window. He was looking out at our backyard, what he had been spending most of his time working on outside of Alec’s bedroom. “How about maroon and gray?” I asked quietly, smiling when I saw the reflection of his dimples.

“I like maroon,” he replied, still not turning around.

“I’m sorry for pushing your buttons,” I walked next to him and threaded my arm in his. “I know how much it bothers you and I promise to stop getting you angry for my own personal pleasure. If it makes you feel any better, I can ask Brian to wear a maroon bridesmaid dress and stand next to me with his hair curled.”

Matt stifled a laugh and turned his head, looking down at me. “To be honest, that might be your only bridesmaid if we go through with the wedding. That would be a great idea.” He smiled at me, those million dollar dimples melting me from the inside out, “But, the more I think about it… I’d rather you be pregnant again than go through with a wedding or see Brian in a dress. I think you pushing out another Shadows offspring is enough of a message to get away from my girl.”

I wanted to roll my eyes, but I didn’t. I wasn’t going to push him anymore, so instead I batted my eyelashes and looked at him with a sweet smile, “Well, I haven’t taken my birth control yet this month seeing as I got of my period yesterday. Maybe we can go work on making another Shadows?”

“Maybe we can do that right here,” Matt grinned and grabbed me by my hips, pulling me to him and setting me down on the island. His hands went to my pajama shorts, pulling them down my legs and revealing my already soaking and exposed heat. “Looks like something delicious is on the menu today,” he purred while pressing his lips to my right thigh.

Shivers went up my spine as he trailed his lips along my right thigh, then moved over to my left. His mouth ghosted over the spot that ached for him the most, the feeling of his hot breath ready to send me over the edge. I propped myself up on my elbows and looked down at him, his hazel eyes looking into my brown ones as his tongue came out of his mouth, flicking at my glistening folds. I let out a breathy moan as he flattened his tongue, running it from my opening up to my clitoris, his eyes never leaving mine, even when his hands grasped at my thighs, pulling them onto his shoulders as his tongue dug into my folds, then my aching core, devouring me while I whined from above him. I threw my head back as I whined, my walls contracting as Matt shoved his tongue from my clit back to inside of me. My hips bucked toward his face as he held still, letting me ride out my orgasm on his mouth.

“God damnit, Matthew,” I breathed out while looking down at him, my lids heavy and half-open. His hazel eyes were fixated on my face, his own face glistening with wetness that came from me as he ran his tongue over me once more. “I fucking love you.”

“I love you more, baby,” he smiled against me then pressed a kiss to my opening. I sat up as he took a step back from the island, playing with the buckle on his belt. I grabbed the buckle from his hands and undid it, pulling it open and then grabbing the button on his jeans. “I know what you’re trying to do and the answer is no. I want to be inside of you, not your mouth.”

I rolled my eyes and moved my hands from his pants up to his shirt, ripping it off him as he held his arms in the air. He moved to get his pants off as I pulled my shirt off quickly, tossing it to the other side of the room. Matt yanked me by my backside toward the edge of the countertop, pressing his lips to mine roughly in an open-mouth kiss. My tongue tangled itself with his, the taste of my lower region overpowering his usual taste. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pulled him onto the island with me, his knees now on the countertop next to my thighs. I wiggled myself upward as I felt the head of his cock run against my slit. I whimpered as Matt teased me, running himself over my wetness numerous times while smirking against my lips. I was growing impatient and bit down on his lip hard enough to draw blood, which was just enough to make him push his full length into me. My mouth separated from his as my head fell backward onto the countertop, a loud groan coming from both of our throats at the feeling of him so deep inside of my tightness. Matt’s hips rocked against mine as I reconnected our lips, making out with him and running my hands up and down his back as he moved inside me. He pulled all the way out, then slammed into me, causing a guttural scream to surface from my trachea. My walls had muscle spasms around his cock as he sat up, smirking down at me and grabbing my hips. He hoisted them more into the air before repeating his motions, ready to send me over the edge once again.

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” Matt purred from above me, pulling his cock from me once again. “You gonna cum all over daddy’s big cock?” He slammed into me again, “I didn’t hear an answer.”

“Y… ye… yes,” I whined as he continued with his movements, torturing me by pulling out each time I felt my orgasm coming closer. If he were to just keep it in me for two seconds longer, I’d be there.

“Yes what?” He asked, his usually rough voice now deeper and sultry. “Tell me.”

My chest fell with a deep exhale as he pulled out of me again, “Please, daddy. I want to cum all over your big cock.”

Matt smiled above me and slammed into me once more, hitting my g-spot instantly. My head fell back again, my eyelids closing as my eyes rolled back. I cried out loudly as he pounded into me, hitting it over and over. My muscles spazzed more than ever as they contracted on his large member. My throat was getting dry from my groans of pleasure as my orgasm washed over again, that warm feeling in my stomach now going through my whole body. My toes curled as I coated Matt’s cock in my juices, sending him in the same direction as my name fell out of his mouth and he came inside of me.

“I love you, Ivy. Let’s just go get these marriage licenses tomorrow and we’ll worry about the wedding sometime down the road,” he breathed out before kissing me lightly.

“Mmmm,” I moaned against his lips as I felt him pull out of me. “I love you, too, and I like that idea a lot.” I ran my hand through his short hair as I looked around the room, my eyes fixated on the camera in the corner, “Does Zacky still monitor our home?”

“What do you…” Matt began to speak then noticed me looking at the camera, “Yeah, that is coming down tomorrow.”

Notes

Matt's still a bitch over Brian.
Ivy has accepted the job at the prison again!
But she's going to be going back to work as a Sanders???

I wonder what that will cause...

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