Fallen

I groaned as the flavor of the meal on my plate ignited all of my taste buds. I opened my eyes and looked over at Matt who had had a smug look on his face. I couldn’t hold myself back from talking with my mouth full, “This is so fucking good.”

“I’m glad I impressed you,” he rolled his eyes and continued to eat food, glancing at me every so often.

I was way too engorged in the food to care about making conversation with Matt. He completely out-did himself, and showed me up on any cooking capabilities. It was honestly embarrassing that he was so impressed by my base dinner the other night when he literally just made the best shrimp scampi I had ever tasted in my life. The fact that he went out of his way to pair it with a white wine blew my mind even more.

Three glasses of wine and a plate of food later, I found myself lounged back in the chair at the kitchen table. I was thankful that he had planned on me coming over as a bum. I had my hair down, three-day waves slowly turning into dreads plagued me. I was in a pair of leggings and an oversized sweater, with my glasses on my bare face. I wouldn’t dare show myself like this to any other potential suitor, but then again I didn’t know where we stood, and hadn’t had a chance to talk to Val.

Matt rounded the corner and came back into the kitchen after checking on the boys, “River’s already in his room and those two are dead asleep on the couch.” He laughed, “If you’re able to pull yourself up from your full belly and seat, we can move them into Cash’s room so I can listen on the monitor, then we can go down in the den and relax.”

I nodded and stood up from my chair, stretching the best I could, “Are we going to have more wine while we’re relaxing?”

“I thought you didn’t want to get drunk tonight,” Matt smirked as I stuck my tongue out at him, walking away from him to go move my son. “Swing your hips anymore and you might dislocate them,” he said lowly as he picked up Cash.

We set the boys in Cash’s room and turned on the monitor, then headed down to the den. Matt grabbed the bottle of wine, along with a second one, out of he wine refrigerator in the kitchen on our way down. The set up down here was really cozy and nice, a big couch that felt like a cloud was in the middle of the room, across from the fireplace and television.

I sunk into the couch and grabbed one of the throw blankets, wrapping it around me, then pulled my knees up to my chest, facing Matt, “What do you have planned, dimples?”

Matt’s grin grew, his dimples becoming even deeper in his cheeks, as he sat down next to me. He reached over and pulled me toward him, his arm over my shoulders as he looked down at me, “I want to know everything about you. Your full name. Your birthday. Where you grew up. Tell me everything I don’t know already.”

I licked over my lips and smiled, somewhat glad that he wanted to do something like this rather than just get right into watching a movie. I cracked my knuckles, looking down at them, then looked to Matt. “Well, for starters, I go by Liv, but my name is not Olivia. My full name is Aidan Elizabeth O’Neil. I got made fun of in grade school for having a boys name, so I forced my mom to let me go by my middle name when I switched schools in third grade. By high school, Elizabeth just sounded too fancy for me, and I didn’t want to be a Liz or Lizzie, so I picked Liv.”

“I like Aidan,” Matt chimed into my story. “No one calls you that?”

“Only my grandma,” I smiled. “I’m originally from Ohio, but we moved to Phoenix when I was seven. We moved again, up here, when I was thirteen. I went to college in San Diego, then moved to LA right after with Brandon. I studied biology while I was in school. My birthday is August 7th. I’ll be twenty-eight this year.”

“Fellow Leo,” he smirked. “I’ll be thirty-six on July 31st.”

“You don’t look thirty-six,” I laughed. “You could totally still pass for your twenties.”

“And you could pass for sixteen,” he gave my shoulder a light squeeze. “What were you like before you had Carson?”

I shrugged, “Pretty much the same, really.” He looked unimpressed and I scoffed, “What were you expecting, a party animal? I got my job as soon as I got out of school, well, within a year, and just became so into it. I didn’t have weekends off for a year so I literally had no life. Don’t get me wrong, I did dabble in the marijuana here and there, and drank like a fish when I had the time, but I wasn’t like some wild child before my momma days.”

Matt was laughing at my word choice, “Dabble in the marijuana? You sound like you’re eighty!”

I cut my eyes at him, “Hater alert on isle YOU.”

“Now you sound like River,” he smirked as I smacked his chest lightly. “Woah there, don’t beat me up.”

“Keep pushing my buttons, Sanders,” I tried to push his arm off my shoulders, but he kept a firm grip on me. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Shoot.”

I sucked in a deep breath, bracing myself for the question about what we were becoming to leave my lips, but it didn’t. “Can you pour me another glass of wine?”

His arm left my shoulders as he gave me a light push onto the couch along with an eye roll. He leaned over and grabbed my glass, “Here I was, thinking you would ask me something serious or interesting, but no, you’re just lazy.”

The minute the wine glass was in my hands I raised it in the air, “To our fake relationship.” We knocked our glasses together and took a sip, “What movie are we watching?”

Matt shrugged and leaned back into the couch, re-positioning me so that my legs were draped over his lap. He tossed me the remote after pulling up the On Demand, “You choose whatever you want. This is your night, Liv.”

Forty five minutes into the movie I chose, Matt’s rough hand rubbing my calves and feet, and finishing this last glass of wine had me in a very questionable predicament. I couldn’t even remember the name of the movie, or the plot, because there was only one thing on my mind, and that was Matt. My eyes were glued to him as his stayed on the television, not even seeming the slightest bit bothered or excited in the moment. His hands moved from my feet up my ankles, and I just had enough.

I pulled my legs from him, causing him to look over at me with concern on his face. I just decided to say fuck it, and grabbed him by the front of his shirt. If he would’ve not wanted the situation to occur, he wouldn’t have allowed all of his weight to come down on top of me, and wouldn’t have met my lips at the halfway point. Soon enough, my hands were knocking that stupid backwards hat off his head and embedding themselves in his hair. His hands found my hips and held onto them tightly, bruising them as he pulled me closer to him.

A slight moan escaped my throat as his tongue ran over my lips, asking for entrance into my mouth. I knew I shouldn’t let him in, but I did and he explored every centimeter of my mouth with his own. My hands raked down his head and onto his back, lightly scratching through his shirt. He smirked against my mouth as he lightly grinded his lower half against mine, an electric jolt shooting up my body as I breathed out into his mouth.

My hands grabbed for his shirt, pulling it up and demanding it off without words. He sat up and yanked it off his body, revealing his colorful chest and abdomen, still fairly muscular for someone his age. My eyes traveled all over his body as he straddled me, then landed on his face, a smirk on his lips and his hazel eyes dancing with lust.

He got off the couch and grabbed me, bridal style, heading for the stairs, “I’m not fucking you on the couch.”

“The kids are up here,” I said quietly as we reached the top floor. “I don’t need River to hate me more than he already does.”

Matt rolled his eyes as he kicked his door closed behind us, “He doesn’t hate you.” He placed me on the bed and crawled back on top of me, “Where were we?” He nearly pulled my leggings and sweater off me, leaving me in just a bralette and panties. “I know I said it before, but you seriously don’t look like you’ve ever had a kid.”

“Stop talking and kiss me,” I whined and grabbed him by his shoulders, pulling his face back up to mine.

Within ten minutes, the rest of my clothes were off and Matt’s face was buried between my legs. My hands were tangled in his hair, my lip was probably going to be bruised from my teeth gnawing on it to suppress my screams of pleasure. It felt like total and complete ecstasy as he let me ride out my orgasm on his tongue. He sat up and looked at me, his eyes had darkened now into more green, much less golden.

I reached for the waistband on his pants and he pushed my hands away, “I said this was your night. No.”

I blushed as I sank back into the bed, a dimpled-smile on his face as he leaned over me, reaching into his nightstand to grab a condom. He dropped his pants and my eyes widened. Brandon had a big dick, everyone knew that. But Matt’s, this thing was like a monster. I looked up to meet his eyes and he smirked at me, knowing that I was staring right at what probably was at one time his most prized possession. He climbed back between my legs and grabbed me by the hips, pulling me closer to him. He grabbed the backs of my thighs and pushed them forward, my knees resting on my shoulders as he pushed in, this time I couldn’t help but moan loudly as he grumbled the words, fuck you’re tight.

My nails dug into his arms as he propped himself up, one hand holding my legs to my chest and the other pressed firmly on my shoulder. His eyes stared into mine for a few minutes, then closed as his teeth grazed his bottom lip, him getting closer to his own orgasm. Before it washed over him he let my legs go and sank his teeth into my collarbone, biting and sucking, causing me to get pushed over the edge again. His hand reached down to rub my clit so that he wasn’t the only one who would be breathless after this.

I let out a silent scream as my second orgasm washed over, his teeth still damaging the skin on my collarbone, causing me to whimper. His thrusts became harder, less structured as he pulled his teeth from my skin, “Fuck.”

He pulled out of me and collapsed next to me for a minute, giving us both some time to catch our breath. Then he sat up from the bed and pulled the condom off, a knowing smirk on his lips as he looked at me.

I grabbed my underwear from the end of the bed and yanked them on, then jumped up and started to put on the rest of my clothes. I brushed my fingers through my hair and remembered what Julie told me about him and Kennedy. I felt sick for letting this happen. “I should go,” I said quickly.

Matt furrowed his brow, looking at me confused while still standing completely naked on the other side of the bed, “What?”

“I should go,” I said while pulling my leggings on, the last thing that needed to be on my body other than my shoes which were downstairs. I went to walk past him and he grabbed my wrist, my body jerked back and my chest was pressed against his again. I could feel his penis resting on my hip bone as I looked up at him, his hazel eyes meeting mine, “Matt.”

“You’re really not going to stay with me tonight?” He asked me quietly, a look of concern on his face as I bit my lip. “There’s something on your mind. Just stay. I’ll even sleep in the guest room again if it means you’ll stay.”

“You don’t have to do that,” I said shakily, realizing that I was letting rumors get to my head. If he didn’t want me here, he wouldn’t ask me to stay. “I just want to check on Carson and get some water, then I'll be right back.”

“Thank you,” he leaned down and kissed my lips softly, then let go of my wrist. He watched me as I walked out his bedroom door until I disappeared down the hall.

Notes

Finally some action between those two.
I wonder how this is going to change things.