Matt continues

He didn’t hesitate. His hands came up to her thighs as his mouth found her, tongue parting her and drawing her in all at once. Her breath caught above him, as he explored her sensitive lips. She may not have known how to say exactly what she needed, but she was confident in the way she moved, letting her actions say everything she needed, and at first it worked.

His tongue moved with skill in slow, steady strokes that circled and pressed, opened and tasted. His hands gripped her ass, spreading her gently, holding her in place as he buried his face deeper. She let her head drop, hair falling forward, with one hand braced on the headboard, but something wasn’t clicking.

He made sure to hit all of the right spots. First it was wide, covering her outer lips, then it narrowed, parting her, from her entrance, scooping her up until he found her clit, flicking with a tighter motion. His mouth was wet and warm and open, jaw working with patient attention. His hands moved too, up her thighs, gripping her ass, fingers digging in as she twitched on his tongue.

His hands gripped tighter at her ass, fingers digging in a little more now. He was eager. Responding to what she was signaling to him. She could tell he wanted to please her, but she needed more.

She didn’t want to admit it, not even to herself, but no matter how good his mouth felt, how perfectly he moved, something wasn’t connecting. Her body reacted, sure, her thighs clenched, her nipples tightened, her stomach fluttered with each wet drag of his tongue, but it was like chasing an orgasm that wasn’t getting any closer. Constantly just out of reach, with no relief in sight.

And then it hit her. She wasn’t simply just distracted, but Aiden was in her head. Hearing Matt’s moans, reminded her of Aiden’s when he came. The way his hips bucked into his hand. The blur of his cock firing cum on himself on her couch, his face tilted toward the ceiling, and completely unaware she was watching.

She squeezed her eyes shut and ground her hips forward again, trying to lose herself in what was happening now, In Matt’s tongue, in his hands as they worked up her sides. She guided one of them to her breast, then the other, placing them where she needed them, her breath catching as he followed the silent instructions.

“Pinch them,” she said in a strained voice, needing to find that elusive orgasm.

He did immediately. His fingers felt over the thin material, finding her nipples, rolling and tugging them through the sheer bra, just hard enough to pull a moan from her throat. It helped. A sharp jolt pushed her forward, chasing sensations. She rocked her hips in time with the press of his tongue, pushing down, circling, trying to guide him to that sweet, stubborn place just beneath the surface.

Still not enough, she reached behind her back and unclasped the bra with one hand, letting it fall open under his palms. His fingers slid under without prompting, pinching bare skin now, tugging harder. She gasped, her thighs tightening around his head, the sensation sharper, more electric.

But Aiden didn’t leave. He was there in the tension in her stomach, in the ache behind her clit, in the frustrating truth that she didn’t want to be thinking about anyone other than the man beneath her, yet she couldn’t stop.

She shifted her grip, sliding one of Matt’s hands down along her waist and over the curve of her ass. Her breath hitched as his fingers squeezed instinctively, holding her. She moved the other hand next, guiding him with more intention this time as she slid it lower, the warmth of his touch trailing over her skin. Urging both hands lower until he was fully cupping her. The feel of his hands was good, but not what she was looking for, so maybe something else would tell him what she wanted.

She adjusted her hips again, tilting them forward slightly, then rolling them back in small movements at first, testing his response. His mouth kept moving, tongue slick and eager, but she wasn’t only chasing the climax anymore. She was chasing clarity. Escape. Something strong enough to drown out the thoughts spiraling at the edges of her mind.

Her weight shifted forward once more, hunching her hips in an effort to tilt her ass toward him. She hesitated for only a second, then held there, waiting to see if he’d take the hint.

It took him a moment, but then his grip adjusted. His thumbs spread her open, and after a breathless pause, his tongue flicked further back. The first touch was brief, exploratory, and she inhaled sharply through her nose. Then again, more targeted this time, his tongue dragging across the tight ring of muscle with more pressure.

Her reaction was instant. A shiver rolled through her, sharp and unexpected. Her hands clenched tighter on the headboard, thighs tightening around his head again as her breath caught. No one had ever done that before. She’d tentatively explored it herself out of curiosity, but that was pretty much it. A finger once, followed by a second after a few tries. Eventually she graduated up to a small toy. Aiden’s first night there, she begged Lisa to use one that was a little bit bigger, something thicker. Closer to the size of your average man, only a little on the smaller side. But never someone’s mouth. Never anything like this and someone she barely knew.

And now, with Matt between her thighs, licking her where no one else had, it felt intense in a way she hadn’t prepared for. Like every nerve in her was trying to short-circuit her thoughts, to **** her back into the moment and drown everything else out. Including Aiden. She pushed back just a little more. And he followed.

His tongue circled her, teasing, wet and steady. His hands gripped her ass tighter, anchoring her in place as he licked her again, then again, using a little more pressure each time. It felt good. Better than she’d expected, if she was being honest. Sharp and raw, and intensely physical, leaving no space for thoughts, only sensation.

But just as she started to settle into it, just as her muscles began to twitch and her jaw started to go a little slack, his hands shifted again, sliding back to her hips, his mouth returning to her pussy, as if he’d mistaken it for a whim instead of a plea.

She let him for a few more seconds, then she knew. This wasn’t going to get her there. His mouth on her clit, and between her lips, wasn’t going to do it. She had been hoping to get the first orgasm out of the way, but that seemed impossible now.

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