note. i’m not sure if it’s obvious enough but the italics are lucky’s flashbacks.
sunday morning brunch with the group is usually one of your favourite parts of the weekend, favourite part of the week as a whole in fact.
usually.
though, today, you’re finding it significantly harder to pay any attention whatsoever to the story birdie’s currently halfway through telling the group from across the table about her walk this morning. something about waiting in a long queue? maybe something about a rude woman in her favourite coffee shop?
you’ve truly got no idea at this point.
because every few seconds your eyes keep falling on matt just across from you, and each time that they do, you’re easily distracted by the reminder of exactly of how you spent this morning.
matt’s knuckles appear white against the pink marble edge as your tongue drags slow circles over his tip teasingly, warm beads of pre cum spreading across your already glossy lips.
a low hum leaves his lips as you sink down lower, taking more of his length into your mouth. his fingers on instinct slide into your hair, keeping them there to hold you in place gently, thumb stroking the side of your head almost like he’s trying his hardest to keep himself grounded.
“holy shit, baby..” he breaths, voice cracking just slightly. his hips giving a barely there twitch. “feels too fuckin’ good, fuck.”
you swallow around him and the sudden squeeze makes his thighs tense. spit beginning to gather at the corner of your mouth, slowly trailing down your chin slightly before dropping down onto the cold tiles beneath your knees. the wet sound of your mouth working him fills your tiny en suite bathroom, alongside the sound of the water still running from the shower that the two of you are yet to have.
he groans again, deeper this time when your hand wraps around his base and starts to pump him slowly but steadily in time with the bob of your head, his cock throbbing against your tongue.
“fuckin’—shit, lucky.” he pants, your name slipping from his tongue so naturally. his free hand moves from your hair to grip the counter tight enough again that you can’t help but notice the way the veins stand out along his forearm, affecting you more than you realise. “keep doin’ that, s’it baby. just like that.”
“right?” birdie says, pointing across the table at nick. “she was so fucking rude about it too.”
you let out a laugh at that despite having completely zoned out through at least half (three quarters) of the story, lifting your iced coffee to your lips instead.
“wait, ‘cos i’m so fuckin’ confused,” matt chuckles, “what did she actually say t’you that’s got you this annoyed?”
birdie immediately launches back into the story at his question, ranting about oat milk and something along the lines of people these days just having no basic queue etiquette.
honestly, you’re lost again.
not because your best friends’ story is boring to you, not that at all, but because hearing matt laugh and react across the table is proving to be a little too distracting for you this morning,
even more so when your eyes look up to find that his are already on you.
matt has you bent over the bathroom sink in your en suite not long after, the cold pink tiled worktop freezing cold against your palms, residue water lingering from where you’d only recently done your morning skincare routine, his chest pressed against your back.
“baby, look at me.” he whispers in your ear, one hand sliding up to gently hold your jaw as he tilts your face toward the mirror, his cock pushing deeper inside of you with each slow thrust he makes, his free hand snaking round your waist to pull you in closer. “want y’to look at me.”
it isn’t long until the thumb on his free hand finds itself rubbing slow circles against your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge, his eyes locked on yours in the reflection. “my perfect fuckin’ girl.”
when you zone back in, birdie’s moved onto an entirely different story about a party from the night before, chris sat beside her looking like he’s heard it at least three times this morning already but still listening again anyway.
nick’s beside you, nodding at her almost like this is the most important information he’s heard in a while.
everything feels completely normal again.
at least until matt leans back in his chair across from you, eyes on you once again as he stretches his arms above his head with a quiet yawn. his t shirt riding up just slightly as he does it, which is a very big mistake from his end right now.
the glimpse alone of the skin just above the waistband of his boxers is enough to make your brain immediately betray you all over again.
matt had you pinned against the shower wall, water rinsing you both as he had lifted you up with ease, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist.
your arms looped around his neck, fingers sliding into his wet hair as he held you there, buried deep inside you with fast paced but yet deliberate thrusts. “matt,” you moan against his mouth, your voice barely audible. “holy fuck.”
he groans into your neck, gripping your thighs tighter as he continues rocking into you, the warm water mixing with the slick heat between your bodies. “baby.” you tilt your head back against the tiles, pulling him closer.
your heels dig into his lower back, urging him on as he fucks you steadily against the wall, each thrust making another moan escape from your lips a little too loudly.
“i love you.” he kisses against your jaw, holding you against him as though he could keep you here forever while your body trembles completely around him. “fuck, i love you.”
“lucky?”
you blink, eyes immediately snapping back to the brunch table to find chris looking at you, a confused expression on his face.
“y’alright, kid? ‘cause you’re quiet as fuck this mornin’.”
it takes you a second longer than it probably should to answer him.
you shake your head, a smile appearing on your lips as you reach for the straw in your iced coffee once again.
“yeah, all good.” you say, taking a sip. “super busy morning.”
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