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And then what will Mitch do?
Nothing good, that’s what.
“Are you sure?” Matthew asks, and I nod, lying once more. I’ve never been more unsure about something in my entire life.
“When will he come over?”
“I’ll message and ask, see when he’s free.”
I nod and pick up my plate of food. When I finally take a bite, it’s cold, just like the stilted silence between us. And yet still, my body calls to him, craves him. So when we settle back on the couch inside, I spread my legs and let him crawl into that empty space, just like he did with my heart. My fingers slide up his shirt and brush across his warm skin as he fiddles with the channels on the TV.
I couldn’t care less about watching anything. I’m still trying to come to terms with Matthew wanting to hide what we are in our own home. The reasonable part of me understands, but the emotional side of me just wants to pout.
“What did you do today?” Matthew asks, turning his gaze toward mine.
I swipe my thumb across his nipple and feel it pucker under my touch.
“Nothing. Went for a run, stared at the floor, decided maybe we should redo it.”
“What? Why the hell would we do that? The floor is perfectly fine.”
I shrug and move to his other nipple, plucking at it gently until it’s a little nub under my thumb.
“I think I need a project, something to keep me busy.”
“Yeah, that would be good,” he says, his nose brushing against my jaw.
“I called your school, made a donation too.”
Matthew freezes. “What?”
“Made a donation to the school after speaking with the principal. May even volunteer there.”
Matthew’s eyes are wide, disbelieving. Well, he should know by now the things I’ll do for him.
“Why would you volunteer at a high school? Kids fart and wipe boogers on everything. That’s totally not your scene.”
I shrug and then run my hand down his stomach, feeling the muscles in his abdomen contract as I inch closer and closer to his cock.
“Well, I figured that perhaps I should do something good with my time. I can’t just sit around all day and shop online or eat artichokes on yachts.”
My fingers slip down beneath his waistband and brush the head of his dick. I feel him tense and then relax as I start to play with the tip of him.
“Yeah, you’re a rich, spoiled brat,” he grumbles as he arches up into my hand, wanting more. But I’m still mad about earlier, so I just torture him a bit. See if he keeps telling me this is temporary, that this will end.
See how he likes it when I edge him into oblivion. Keep dangling something impossible in front of him only to take it away.
See how he reacts.
My chest constricts as I continue to toy with him, wanting him a panting, leaking mess when I’m done with him. Want him to beg me to stay, to keep going.
“Cooper,” he whines, and I lick my way up his neck, capturing the lobe of his ear between my teeth. “Take it back. Take it back. Tell me how much you want me, how this isn’t ending, and I’ll let you fuck my face.”
He lets out a trembling groan as I slide my middle finger up and down the thick vein underneath his straining cock.
“Tell me, Matthew.”
He arches his hips up once more, tugging down his pants and pulling his cock all the way out. It bobs against his stomach, and I grip it in my fist, holding it tightly, but not moving. I just let it rest in the palm of my hand, let him see what he could have if he just admits what this is.
