She avoids Matt afterwards.
Because her plan was one hundred percent successful and she barely thinks about him at all.
Just at night. And during the day. And while she's sucking a lollipop. And-
And not anything else. Because her plan worked. All she needed was a proper fuck with him and she got it. Problem totally solved.
Which she desperately believes until he turns up at her place one night. Thankfully, Emily is asleep but Stephanie's heart still races.
"What are you doing here?"
"I think you have an idea," he leans against the doorway.
"I said the one night. That's it."
"But do you only want the one night?"
Stephanie sets her jaw stubbornly, "Yes."
"So you're not going to let me in?" He asks while taking a step forward.
"Of course not, are you crazy?" She takes a step back. Because she doesn't want him in her space obviously, not because it'll weaken her resolve. "I said once." He steps forward while she speaks and she steps back.
"You also said you weren't letting me inside," he grins at her and she realises her mistake. He's in the weak light now and she realises his dick is standing straight. She presses her thighs together. "I had a dream about you." He says.
"S-So?" She can't take her eyes away. He steps closer and gently takes her hand and presses it against his hard dick.
"So, it's your turn to fulfil it."
Which is not what she had meant when she said the same thing but the door is clicking shut and the couch is right behind her and it's so easy to give in to his leading hands.
She's on her back moments later and he's grinning above her. She wishes she could rub his smirk off his face, but she hasn't been able to cum since their last time together and fuck if it isn't driving her crazy.
His eyes are firmly on her tits and he wastes no time in pulling her shirt off and groping her. She can't believe she's giving in again so easily but he kisses her before those thoughts take over. One hand leaves her tits while the other tweaks her nipple and she moans into his mouth. He pulls one leg up and around him so he can grind against her. It buries what little warnings were left in her head. She wants his cock and he's more than happy to give it to her.
She's squirming under him, her hips pushing needily against his, and it's not long before he's shoving her shorts down and taking his dick out. He grunts as he sinks into her.
"Fuck, you're desperate for it."
Her normal vehement refusal dies before it reaches her throat. She just wants to cum. Her hips insistently shove down onto his cock like he isn't pushing as deeply into her as he can. He mutters another "fuck" and holds her hips down so he can fuck her how he likes.
Her moans and the sound of skin hitting skin fill the room. It's quick and dirty and nothing like the way he had savoured her last time. She'll be bothered by it later, by how confident he is in getting to fuck her, but right now she's too focused on her pleasure building. He must be doing the same as he doesn't talk to her this time. But his mouth is still busy sucking and licking and biting. Sending extra sparks of pleasure that push her closer to the edge.
She teeters there, stuck like the last hundred times she's tried without him, and it makes her act a little crazy. She clings to him, presses as close as possible to get him deep inside her with every thrust. He grunts in surprise but doesn't stop, especially when she starts begging. She doesn't even realise she's doing it. She just wants to cum. She just wants to cum she just wants to cum she just wants his cum. Yes, a part of her screams. She wants his cum. She needs his cum.
And the glorious feeling of it filling her shoves her over the edge hard enough she has to muffle a scream. Weeks of unwanted edging has led to this. It forces her so high it takes her a while to come down.
She comes back to him greedily taking in her flesh and muttering to himself,
"I knew you wanted it. Knew you missed me. Tracked it," he continues while she tries to catch her breath. It's hard with his hands on her tits.
His hands slide down to caress her stomach. She puts it down to trying to get her going again by teasing her. He doesn't linger long enough for her to be unable to ignore it. His fingers find her pussy and plays with the mess there.
She barely catches his mumbled, "You look so good with my cum in you," but she ignores it anyway. He's pushing his cum back into her like he always does and it's not long before she's moaning. She tries to push him up when she thinks he's got it all. She's remembered her roommate.
"We're lucky Em didn't wake up the first time. We can't go again," she says quietly.
"Who gives a shit about can't?" He says and she wonders where this cockiness is coming from, "Do you want to?" He flicks his eyes up to her. She bites her lip. Her hesitation obvious.
