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City Don't Look The Same x Matt Sturniolo Fic (Part 2)

Summary: Nia has a girls night out and never did she think it would end the way it does. Matt Sturniolo dances with her. He wants to switch Instas. He asks to come over. There's so much that Nia has tried to avoid about relationships. She keeps it strictly sex, no strings. But Matt throws her life upside down.

Words: 3.9k

Warnings: explicit sex, cuddly matt, language

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A knock at the door made me jump a little and I paused Netflix. I answered the door, actually forgetting I was only in underwear and a sweatshirt.

“Uhm…” Matt laughed, a bit awkwardly. “You’re not...Wearing any pants?”

I laughed, stepping aside so he could come in. “Hey, guys walk around shirtless. Girls going pantless is the same thing.”

“Don’t think that’s how it works.” He laughed, running a hand through his hair. He rested his hands on his hips, gestured one at me. “I like the sweatshirt choice.”

Dumbly, I looked down. “Right.” There was a few seconds of silence before I thought of something to ask. “Would you like something dry to wear?”

Why was that what I landed on? Jesus.

He cleared his throat, coughing into his hand, and nodded. “Uh, yeah, just pants if you have any that’ll fit.”

I laughed under my breath, shaking my head, and went to my bottom dresser drawer to grab some of my brother’s old track sweatpants; yes, I stole them… They’re comfy. I straightened up and walked back to the more open area of the room to find Matt just standing there in navy boxer briefs. No shirt. No pants. No shoes.

There will be service.

It took everything in me to not analyze the bulge he had or the way his light creases disappeared beneath the fabric. He even had a happy trail and I wanted to follow it badly to find the gold at the end of the rainbow.

“Here you go.” I tossed them to him. I couldn’t help watching him put them on, his muscles flexed so wonderfully and the way his wet hair fell was just…

There was a laugh that pulled me out of my daze and I rolled my eyes as he walked over to sit down on the couch. “This is a pretty sweet set up you guys have. Chris would be jealous as fuck. He’s been trying to get Nick or I to do this with him for years.”

I walked over and sat down on the other side, curling my knees into my chest. “I find that hard to believe.”

He shook his head. “No, I’m serious. He’s kind of got issues sleeping alone because we all grew up so close… Shit, you can’t tell anyone I said that.”

“Lips are sealed. What about you, though? You never wanted to make a loft bed?”

“Nope.”

I cocked a brow, essentially inaudibly pushing the question again.

He took one of the pillows close to him and threw it at me. “Shut up.”

I laughed, catching it before it hit my face. “It’s okay to want the same thing as your brother, even if that includes sleeping in the same room together.”

“That sounds like a start to a documentary,” he remarked.

It fell silent, and it was thick. Suddenly though, he pointed a finger at me. “Y’know, I think I saw you dancing with some girl at Hawk’s.”

I raised my eyebrows with a laugh. “Yeah? There were a lot of girls I danced with.”

He rolled his eyes. “This one you went to the bathroom with. Did you guys… Y’know?”

I smirked, licking my lips a little. “Absolutely. She was stunning, dude.”

“How?”

I was a little stunned by his boldness of asking these questions, yet I was more than happy to talk about it. I’ve always been drawn towards conversations like these; regardless if I’m sexually attracted to the person or not. Was I a little fucked up? Definitely.

I tugged the blue, fuzzy blanket towards me and over my legs. “She ate me out and I finger fucked her. It wasn’t the most romantic encounter in the crammed bathroom, but God, she knew what the fuck she was doing.”

Matt laughed into a swallow. “I bet I could do better.”

“Ohhh.” A short hysterical laugh escaped me. “From personal experience, girls have been better in that department. They just know the right pace, the right spots.”

“Is this a bet now?”

I raised my eyebrows, looking at him incredulously. “What? Do you want it to be?”

He rested his elbows on his knees, his silver chain dangling over his delicious collarbone. “I noticed the connection between us right away. Why do you think I asked to come over?”

Now, he pulled the blanket away from me, tugging me closer to him by my legs. His fingers teased the hem of my panties. Maybe I was still a little intoxicated and this didn’t seem like him at all, but he wasn’t wrong about the sexual tension. I’m still very horny. His pink lips did look super inviting.

“What does the winner get?” I breathed.

Matt’s eyes danced deviously. “Satisfaction of being right.”

I bit my bottom lip. “It’s a bet.”

Matt tugged off my panties and then his face was super close in. His eyes looked up at me with such determination before he slowly and deeply licked up and he repeated. His tongue was perfectly cool against my heat, and so slick. His scruff surprisingly felt fantastic, a new sensation added into the mix.

I swallowed hard, trying not to make any verbal sounds of pleasure. I could feel him chuckle as he placed soft kisses, then deeper ones, bringing his tongue in to search once again. I couldn’t help the small twitch in my leg as I let out a slow breath. I rested my head back on the couch arm as I tangled my left hand in his hair and closed my eyes to focus more on his wonderful work.

Matt hooked his arms around my thighs as he began to lick faster, giving more attention to my clit than before. Then I felt two of his fingers slide in and I was going to say it was cheating, but his fingers felt amazing. I couldn’t stop myself from gasping out a moan as I looked down at him. His dark waves disheveled and his eyes were closed now with his focus.

He’s so beautiful.

“Fuck.” I swallowed hard. I bet his dick feels even better. The thought of it made me moan more between my pants. I squeezed my eyes shut, my toes curling at his quickening finger pace. “Oh… S-shit, Matt.”

His mouth completely connected to me as I came and shuddered into a stall. After a few moments, I felt his tongue lick up a couple times before stopping and he moved to kiss me on the lips; I could taste me on his heavenly tongue. “I think… I won.”

Both of us laughed and I bit my bottom lip as I looked into his eyes. It was now I felt his hard on and I looked down at it; Damn, he would feel so good.

“I want to fuck you,” I said bluntly. I moved to straddle him and removed the sweatshirt.

He gladly ran his hands up and down my sides and around to my breasts for a couple squeezes. “You were naked under that?” He sat up to suck on my nipples now and I pushed myself against his cock a couple times as he did so.

“I always am when I’m wearing it,” I replied with a breathless laugh, continuing my small grinds.

He groaned. “Fuck, that’s hot.” His lips meshed against mine, tongue touching mine, and his hands stayed on my breasts.

This probably seems crazy. We literally know nothing about each other. But I’ve fucked other people without knowing them and he’s just another regular dude, right? It’s not like anything is going to come of this. That’s not what happens. Ever.

I moved to help him get the sweatpants and briefs off. I used one of my hands to pump him as we kissed more and I caused myself to moan into his lips.

“I’m good, I’m good,” Matt breathed, his lips connecting to my neck and he lightly scratched my back; that felt intoxicating. I hope he does it again.

I reached over to where Sierra and I hid a box of condoms on top of the mini fridge and unwrapped one to roll on.

Matt giggled. “That’s an odd spot to have those.”

“It’s a central location.” I smirked.

He cocked a brow. “You guys do a lot of fucking on this couch?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know about my roomie, but… There’s also a box in the bathroom.”

“How many people have you been with?”

I stopped mid-aligning his dick to my opening. I wasn’t new to this getting asked, doesn’t mean it didn’t feel any less degrading to answer. It wasn’t high, but it wasn’t low either. I must’ve stalled long enough because Matt shook his head.

“Forget I asked. It’s not really my business.”

“What? No, it’s fine,” I laughed shortly. “I mean, we’re about to fuck, so that’s fair. Uhm, in the thirties.”

He swallowed hard. “Oh.”

I started to stand up, reaching for the sweatshirt. “That was a vibe killer, I know. I’ve always used protection, been on the pill, now contraceptive. I get tested every year and I’m clean. But I understand if you don’t want to anymore.”

It was his turn to furrow his brows. “What? No, I absolutely want to fuck you still. It just took me a moment to process… I get tested too. I’m clean.”

I popped a smirk, dropping the sweatshirt back onto the floor. “Well, now that’s settled, where were we?”

“You don’t want to know my number?”

“Do you want to tell me?” It didn’t matter to me either way.

“Five,” he blurted, then his cheeks flushed and he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Ah shit, that’s more embarrassing to say aloud than in my head. Forget I said it, please.”

I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped me. “Not embarrassing, babe. It’s… sweet. You’re actually around the typical person’s average, I just like to go above and beyond with everything.” I winked.

And I unfortunately had started far too young, and didn’t really enjoy sex until I was in college. That wasn’t something I wanted to delve into with this guy though. No one aside from Sierra knows about it. I trust that girl with my fucking life and vice versa. Ride or die for us.

I guided his dick to me and slowly slid down onto him; he stretched me the most I ever have. Matt’s sight was watching as he entered me and he licked his suddenly dry lips.

I adjusted a little before I thrusted my hips forward. “Shit,” I hissed between clenched teeth.

“You okay?” Matt asked, nervousness woven through his tone. “I, uh, I forgot how… endowed I am.”

I pressed my lips together tightly to stop myself from laughing. “Babe, it’s definitely fine. It takes a moment to adjust, y’know? Have you never…?”

His eyes went wide and he shook his head. “No, I have.”

“Is that why you’re so good with that mouth?” I teased. “Make up for not putting out for others? I’m honored if this is your first time.”

Matt rolled his eyes with a small scoff. “You’re so funny. It’s just… It’s been a while, alright?”

“Like… A month?” I cocked a brow. He pressed his lips together and looked away. “Two?” He stayed quiet. “Three?” My tone got more incredulous with every guess, I didn’t mean to sound so judgemental.

“More like a year.”

I couldn’t stop from stalling my movements and my playful smile dropped. “What?”

“Contrary to what you might think, I don’t sleep around with any random girl. And my career… makes it a little difficult to do it discretely. To be honest, I kind of make a point not to. No distractions.”

I shook my head, running my fingers through his hair. “You poor poor unicorn.”

“Unicorn? Should I be offended?” he giggled.

“Unicorn is like… you’re an anomaly. Attractive, rich, respectful, dedicated, very gifted…”

“Oh, so it’s a compliment.”

I meshed my mouth with his, to get him to stop asking questions. And selfishly for myself. I already knew far more about him than I wanted to. It was enough realizing I was breaking his year celibacy. Better than taking his virginity.

His dick found every sensory point inside me. It was blissful torture. I gripped my hands on the back of the couch, my hair falling into my face, as I continued the grinds.

Someone is going to need to stop me from wanting this over and over again. This couldn’t be it for me, right? Could I go back to regular dicks after this?

Fuck.

“Can I be...” he groaned deeply, his jaw tightening, as he raked my hair back, “real right now?”

“What?”

He swallowed, licking his lips. “I’ve never had the girl… the girl fuck on top.”

I lustfully smirked. “I’ve never had a guy eat me out before.”

“You lied to me?” He planted more kisses on my body, and gave more love to my breasts.

“To be fair, guys don’t normally want to do it... I left it to the girls. I like to think of this as...we’re both getting new… new experiences.” I panted, riding up and down at a continuous pace.

“Sure,” he muffled into my skin.

I rivoted against him and I could feel him building up even more. Before I could reach to give myself more, not that I necessarily needed it, Matt’s hand placed over my clit and rubbed circles. His other hand held onto my upper back and he lightly scratched again.

“Fuck.” I grinded harder, going against both of his tools. I winced out a moan and couldn’t stop myself from biting his shoulder.

“Fuck Nia,” Matt mumbled, moving his hips with me now and placed both hands to grip my back. “I’m gonna come.”

I grinded hard once again. “Me too.” After another thrust, I shuddered around his dick and the pleasure tightened every muscle in a contraction. “Holy shit, yes!”

He dug the deepest prints into my back and the most gorgeous moan slipped his sex face. I let out the breath I had held in and panted before taking deep breaths to regain my breathing. Matt was doing the same.

He flopped back and I looked at him in all of his glory.

I couldn’t help myself from laughing before I pulled out his still-hard dick and I laid back on the other side. We were still looking at one another, silent.

I was spent now, but knew I should shower before I sleep. “I’m gonna clean up.”

“Whoa, whoa. You don’t wanna… like cuddle?”

I sat up. “To be honest… I’m good with the fucking. I absolutely love sex. But… I’ve never been good at emotions or cuddling, y’know?”

His face dropped now; he actually looked upset by this. “Wait, really?”

Unicorn. He’s a fucking unicorn and I needed him out of here as soon as possible.

“Yeah.” I nodded with a small laugh. “It’s okay though. I just… I can’t bring myself to do it. I sort’ve disconnected from it.”

“Why?”

I shrugged. “I don’t one hundred percent know why,” I lied.

I stood up now and walked away. This was getting into a territory I didn’t like. I was used to girls getting this way, not guys. I started up the shower in the dimly lit Christmas lights bathroom. I was going to step in, but hands lightly rested on my shoulders and rubbed down my arms.

“I’m finding this hard to believe… I know you felt our connection.” His soft lips grazed my neck. “Like I told you, I don’t make it a habit to sleep around with just anyone.”

I turned around to look him in the eyes as I stepped under the hot water. “Maybe I did… or maybe I didn’t. You’ll never know, unicorn.”

“Come o-” The sound of a creaking door from the room of the girls we shared this bathroom with cut him off. Startled, he hopped into the small shower with me, closing the curtain shut. Both of us were silent as the girl used the toilet and I was trying not to laugh. Finally we heard the door shut and he gave me a look.

“Would’ve been nice to know you share this bathroom.”

“That takes the fun out of it,” I stated. “As sexy as you are, that was adorably funny.”

“Wha-” Now his face turned into amusement and he raised his eyebrows up and down, asking, “You think I’m sexy?”

I cleared my throat. “Yup, and I’m gonna wash my body now.” I know he didn’t forget what we were talking about, but I deterred him a little. I picked up my bar of Dove soap and began lathering it around.

Matt stopped me, took the bar away, and rubbed it on my wet skin. Something that no one has ever done, at least not since I was a fucking toddler taking baths. But, it was oddly sweet and I relaxed into him. He kissed me, getting his hair wet under the water, and he used his free hand to push it back. “I… I don’t feel this way with many girls and, to be honest, it kind of hurts that you don’t feel the same.”

Out of awkwardness, I laughed under my breath. “So, we’re doing deep getting to know conversations now?”

“Not if you don’t want to,” he replied, his tone sincere, and continued rubbing the soap around, taking more time around my boobs; not gonna lie, my nipples were still hard. I bit my lip to stop a moan when his thumbs lightly grazed over them.

I, actually, felt a pang in my chest now from the pleading look he was giving me. I brought my hands to tangle in his hair, to play with it, as my arms wrapped around his neck. For some reason, Matt took that as to pick me up with his large hands under my legs. I didn’t fully wrap my legs around his waist (no matter how much I wanted to feel his flexed muscles), though he didn’t seem to mind as he pressed my back against the cool tile.

This was far more intimate than any sexual encounter I’ve had. Just this. Him picking me up, in the shower, after cleansing me with soap. His eyes searched mine before he dipped in to kiss my neck and there goes my mind tricking me again.

“Matt… I’m not saying that I don’t feel the connection. But this is how I’ve always been wired. No feelings, just sex. It’s easier… Kind of like a pleasure robot.”

He pulled back abruptly. “That’s depressing, Nia. I know I don’t know every part about you, but I want to. We can start there if you’re comfortable with it.”

Slowly, I smiled. “Sure.”

I took the bar of soap from where he’d set it on the shelf and made him stand under the water. I lathered the soap up in my hands and ran them over his pecs first, around his shoulders, and down his torso to the lines he’s got going on.

We spoke about where we’re from, favorite food and drinks, and what we hope for the future, and other things; just sort of whatever would roll into the flow. I could listen to him for hours. Usually I’m fine with the person leaving or being the one to leave with no talking exchanged. It was a new feeling for me, scary, made me a little anxious, yet… eventually I felt content with the thought. Mm, mildly content.

He’d probably get tired of me soon. Or ghost after finding out something else I’ve buried away for the exact reason. I definitely gave him the light version of my family dynamic. The one that made it look overtly happy from the outside. There’s a high probability I’d combust from sharing too much of myself with him in one night.

After we dried off and put on more of my clothes, I gestured to the couch. “Uhm, my roommate is staying at her situationship’s tonight if you want to sleep here.”

“Would that include cuddling with you?” he asked, a shy smirk on his lips.

Fuck, I couldn’t say no to that face, but at the same time my body wanted to run in the opposite direction. “I… guess.”

He chuckled. “Don’t sound overly excited there.”

I flipped him off as we settled onto the couch, he sat in the crook between the arm and back and I sat between his legs. We dragged the fuzzy blanket over our laps and he wrapped his arms snugly around me, hugging my arms in the process. This was… okay. Yeah, okay. I could do this sort of thing. I think.

It was quiet for a little while as we played the show I’d been watching before he got here. I could feel his laughs against my back, and I found part of me craved more of it. Just his laughs and the way he made small comments every so often aimed toward the characters. He’s funnier than he gives himself credit for.

Here comes that itching sensation again and it made me want to jump out of his grasp. Matt’s voice pulled me out of my spiral.

“Hey, what’s the real relationship with your dad?”

I cocked a brow. “I told you.”

His thumb caressed my hand before his fingers laced with mine. “Mm, no, you didn’t. I could tell by the way you wouldn’t look me in the eyes. It was the only time you didn’t.”

I sat up and turned to look at him, a slightly angry expression taking over my face. “Dude, you still barely know me. Nothing I said wasn’t true.”

“You’re right.” He held his hands up in surrender. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to push or insinuate.”

I shook my head. “This was a bad idea. You need to go.”

“Wait, Nia, I-”

“I said you need to go, Matt.” I stood up and crossed my arms, the hoodie definitely didn’t help to give me a tough vibe. My height too. I always felt taller than I actually am due to the way I’ve had to carry myself.

He nodded solemnly. “Okay.”

I held the door open and he took a step out before turning. “Can I text you later?”

“I… don’t think that’s a good idea. Let’s just forget this ever happened, alright? No strings attached.”

Matt stepped closer to me, resting a hand in the crook of my neck. “No matter how long it takes, I’m gonna be the one to tie the strings back together.”

My lips parted from shock, and the buzzing warmth that flooded my chest. My eyes searched the blue oceans of his for any sort of sinister buoys. Not a single one. They actually caused my body to feel even more floaty.

He’s a god damn unicorn. Fuck me.

I couldn’t stop myself from leaning in to kiss him, wrapping a single arm around his neck. I tugged him back into the room, letting the door slam shut.

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