almost, so close, maybe. part four. - matty healy
this is part four of six. here is part one, part two and part three in case you missed them!
part four: my man on willpower
when running late for work results in you opting to wear your glasses instead of your contacts, you find yourself staying after hours at the office with matty to work out some kinks. but when a certain blonde surprises matty to fulfill her own fantasy of being bent over his desk, your entire night gets derailed, and you find yourself stuck being her new confidant.
minors do not interact!
tags: 18+, age gap, cheating, oral (m receiving), throat fucking, glasses kink? (like he's really crazy about seeing her in glasses lol), degradation, very brief moment of her grinding down on his shoe lol, very brief d word mention, crying during sex, cumshot, cum play (if you squint), semipublic/public sex
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You didn’t know a single other twenty three year old living in Manhattan who was as willing to stay and work after hours at the office as often as you did. And honestly, if it weren’t for a certain curly haired man always volunteering the two of you for it, you might have found something better to do with your weeknights other than stare at spreadsheets past your typical promised nine to five.
I mean, sure, it was 6:13 on a Wednesday night. What plans could you possibly be missing out on? But you lived in New York City for Christ's sake, of course there was something going on that you’d regret missing.
You were nearly positive that your long forgotten phone was currently blowing up with texts from the group chat with your friends asking if you were coming out with them tonight because even though it was a Wednesday, you were young and had proven many times how able you were to down an alarming amount of green tea shots and still make it to work on time the next morning. And if that wasn’t tempting enough, there was surely a bouncer outside of a bar somewhere just itching to let you inside for free.
You could go out on the street, throw a rock and probably hit at least fifteen other girls in their young twenties on their way to the bar tonight to do just that. Clock out of their nine to five and change out their pencil skirts for something far more scandalous to spend their Wednesday night drinking, flirting, finding somebody to take home and forget about the next morning.
But you didn’t want any part of that.
Because yes, you were young and attractive enough to guarantee a night full of free drinks and decent sex but none of that really mattered when no buzz from any alcohol could compare to the feeling of Matty’s fingers running through your hair, to the way your knees were burning against the carpet of the office floor as you shifted in a desperate attempt to find some relief, to the way his head was thrown back in a long drawn out moan that you could only hope the blaring horns from the taxis forty floors below were drowning out.
“Fuck.” Matty groans, deep and breathless, drunk on the way your tongue was tracing over a vein on the underside of his length. “Been dreaming about that fucking mouth of yours all day, baby.”
You nearly preen at his words, digging your manicured nails into his thigh at the sight of him, his head thrown back against your office chair and his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat when he swallowed thickly through breathless pants that had your thighs clenching. A taxi blares its horn on the streets beneath the two of you as you swallow around him and he shudders at the feeling, his fingers curling in your hair in an attempt to ground himself as you fight to remember to breathe as you take more of him in.
Like every weeknight that you agree to stay after hours at the office, you had genuinely planned on working. Now, whether that actually rang true or if it was just something you told yourself to feel better about getting paid overtime to be bent over a desk, you weren’t quite sure.
All you knew was that the end of the workday was at five and all of the stragglers were out of the building by 5:40 at the latest and those forty minutes were precious because they were about all the time you had to get whatever work needed to be finished done before Matty was saying goodbye to the last lingering coworker and manhandling you into whatever position he deemed fit this time, always leaving you to wonder how you even got there in the first place.
“Fucking hell.” Matty groans, his hand that wasn’t curled up in your hair comes to down push back up the black rimmed frames that were falling down your nose from the way your head bobbed over him. You couldn’t help but moan around his length at the feeling and Matty nearly crumbles in return. “These glasses have been driving me fucking crazy all day.”
And oh, now you remembered how you ended up here.
You had woken up late this morning after an alarm that you swore you snoozed but apparently silenced instead, leaving you with little to no time to get ready for the day, not wanting to keep Thomas waiting for too long. Your boss let you get away with a lot; skirts that were a tad too short, late assignments due to the man's legs you were between right now, all the vacation time you wanted. You had it made at the office and you didn’t want to see that all come to the end by showing up late and getting on your boss’ bad side.
By the time you were nearly done with the five minute makeup you had mastered back when you were a teenager, you realized that in all your rushing, you had forgotten to put your contacts in first and now that your lashes were already coated with thick layers of mascara, it was too late to attempt it now. So with a grumbled curse and a hesitant thought on forging them all together and just being blind for the day, you grabbed your glasses off of your nightstand and made your way to work.
You only ever wore them at nighttime, fresh out of the shower and after your skincare routine was finished or when you were sick and stuck in bed for the weekend with no energy to deal with the process of putting your contacts in. You never wore them in public, still stuck in some high school routined fear of being bullied for wanting to see clearly.
The entire train ride to the office you could only hope that maybe nobody would notice.
But how could they not? Black, thick rimmed, large enough to cover half of your face. They were the typical pair of glasses that some nerd in a movie would have perched on his face and you couldn’t help but be embarrassed for your coworkers to see you in them, for him to see you in them.
You were already fighting for his attention enough as it is against his blonde bombshell of a girlfriend, you were terrified that seeing the glasses on your face would be enough for him to finally drop you all together and be a loyal boyfriend for once. Or maybe he’d try a hand at Maeve from accounting next. You couldn’t stomach the thought, walking into work with your head down and a hope that maybe Matty called in sick that day, too terrified and embarrassed to face the older man.
But how could you be embarrassed when you stumbled into the morning meeting, more than late at this point, and quietly sat across from Matty who took one look at you and couldn’t even finish his sentence without stuttering his way through it?
At first you thought maybe his struggle was due to a dry throat, maybe he just needed a glass of water. But as you opened the lid of your laptop and felt the tip of his shoe running against the inside of your ankle, you couldn’t help but look over the top of your screen at the older man and meet his heated gaze that had you thinking he’d rather have a drink of you instead.
You had spent the remainder of the meeting juggling through trying to catch up on everything you had missed while fighting to not become too distracted by Matty’s foot insistently playing with your own under the table.
To say Matty was obsessed with the black frames was an understatement, surely some stereotypical office fantasy of his come to life with the sight of you in a tight pencil skirt that was almost too short, a blouse that had one too many buttons undone and the sight of those damn glasses perched on your nose.
It felt as though you were a walking wet dream with the way Matty couldn’t seem to keep his hands off of you all day. Sliding a quick hand around your waist in the copy room when he pressed his body against your own to reach into the cabinet above you, tracing his fingertips against the back of your thigh when you were stood in front of him at the coffee machine, trailing his hand between your thighs under the table at the meeting Thomas called after lunch so he could toy with the lace of your thong while your boss droned on and on about the quarterly numbers.
You couldn’t help but smile at the thought of him being tortured by the sight of you all day, plagued by the filthy fantasies swimming around in his head and unable to act on any of them, surely cursing the fact that of course today was the day where everyone in the office seemed to need you. Every time he tried to sneak into your office, someone had either already beat him there or you were missing altogether which left him more and more frustrated with every attempt.
So it came as no surprise to you when Thomas asked who would be willing to stay late and Matty was already volunteering the two of you before your boss could even finish the sentence.
Maybe you should wear your glasses more often.
“Baby.” Matty groaned through a ragged tone and you felt as though you were on cloud nine, hollowing your cheeks in a way that made the older man shudder as you glanced up at him through your frames. Matty’s thigh jerks at the sight, sending his length down your throat in a way that makes your eyes water slightly and Matty practically whines at the sight. “Fuck, you can’t look up at me like that or I-I’m not gonna last.”
You couldn’t help but bat your eyelashes up at him in an ironically innocent act that makes him tug on your hair harsher before placing a hand in front of your face in an attempt to cover your dangerous eyes until he found his footing. Your eyebrows furrow at the sight, quick to slowly pull him from your mouth, a witty comeback at the tip of your tongue that swirled over his tip before sealing a kiss there.
The action made his thigh tremble beneath your hand that trailed to take hold of his base while the other reached up to knock his hand out of the way so he’d be forced to look at you, the older man too far gone to even think about closing his eyes instead.
“I thought older men were supposed to have better stamina.” You tease, slowly pumping him in your hand that must have been a little cold considering the way he shivered.
Matty chuckles, breathless through pants as he struggles to maintain some power even as his face crumbles when you lean in to trail soft kisses along the veins of his length. You had him in the palm of your hand, in more ways than one.
Matty clears his throat, shifting against your office chair as he stares down at you with eyes that flutter softly when your thumb swipes over his tip. “And I thought desperate girls knew to keep their mouths shut if they still wanted a chance to cum later.”
You squeeze his base softly as a shiver runs up your spine at the thought of him using your mouth and leaving you here with nothing. It nearly makes you fold, but as you stare up at the older man who was still fighting through pants even now, you decided you liked your odds.
“Oh, I'm not desperate.” You practically beam, staring up at him over the rim of your glasses before using your hand that wasn’t slowly pumping him to push the frames up the bridge of your nose and Matty nearly crumbles at the sight. “You on the other hand...” You trail off, biting your lip to suppress a smile that shined brightly at him anyhow, your manicured nails running softly along the side of his length in a way that makes him hiss as you tease. “If I knew wearing my glasses got you like this, I would have thrown my contacts away months ago.”
“You’re not desperate?” Matty chooses to ignore you in favor of asking, his thick eyebrow raised in disbelief, still in place even when you shake your head softly.
You were too busy peppering gloss coated kisses along the expanse of him to even notice the gleam in his dark eyes, sure that you were one step ahead of him until you felt his foot sneaking between your thighs, the lace of his shoes providing just a ghost of a touch that was addicting enough for your hips to roll down and chase.
Your stomach drops at the realization of what you had just done, your hand freezing at the base of his cock while you slowly glance up at him only to be met with a smirk you thought you’d wipe clean ages ago.
“Well, could’ve fooled me.” Matty shrugs, lifting his foot up just enough to graze over your core that throbs at the attention, only to pull it out from between your thighs just as quickly as he placed it there.
The pitiful whine the action pulls from your throat is like music to Matty’s ears, spreading his smirk further.
“Oh, did you want something?” He coos, the condescending tone flying off of his tongue and your thighs can’t help but clench at the sound. Matty threads his fingers through your hair, gives it a soft tug to put your head back in place and promises, “If you suck my cock good enough, I’ll give you something better than my shoe, baby.”
And while his words were rolling through you like wildfire, you were determined to act unaffected as you rolled your eyes and stared up at him over the thick rim of your glasses before opening your mouth just wide enough for a trail of spit to fall from your swollen lips and land over his tip, pumping him slowly to spread it over him and practically preening when Matty’s thighs twitch at the action.
You lean down to lick a strip from his base all the way to his tip that was already leaking precum, reveling in the sound of his breathing picking up the pace before wrapping your swollen lips around the tip once more and closing your eyes to focus on relaxing your throat before you slowly start to lower your mouth over him.
“Baby.” Matty mumbles, his voice as strained as the muscles in his thigh as your mouth drops lower and lower over him, a moan pulled down from his toes when his tip hits the back of your throat. “Baby.” Matty whines when you keep going, his fingers gripping your hair so tightly that it springs tears to your eyes while his other hand white knuckles the armrest of your office chair as your nose brushes against a button on his shirt that neither of you bothered spending the time to remove. “I-, oh, fuck. I- shit, baby girl, fuck.”
Your hands spread over his thighs, fingernails digging into the material of his slacks so harshly that you could only hope you weren’t leaving marks behind as you push yourself to the final stretch and take all of him down your throat.
Matty throws his head back in a long, drawn out moan as his hips jerk and send him even further down your throat in a way that makes you gag and the tears that had sprung in your eyes start to trickle slowly down your cheeks.
Matty uses the leverage he has with the grip of your hair to pull you off of him, concern written all over his face that you could barely see through a blurry vision as you take a deep breath and swallow some of the spit mixed precum lingering in your mouth before it drooled out from your swollen lips.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry.” Matty is quick to gasp out, his dark eyes scanning over your face and taking in the sight of you, you were sure that you looked as fucked out as you felt. “Are you okay?”
And something about him checking in on you, something about him apologizing, it had you shaking his hand out of your hair so you’d have the freedom to fall back into him all over again. Sure, the bar was in absolute hell, but something about him showing that he actually cared about you had you proudly desperate to pleasure him.
“Baby, are you-” Whatever concern was on the tip of Matty’s tongue fades out into deep, guttural moan at the feeling of your warm mouth enveloping him again. “Oh my god.” Matty groans, his head tipping back softly as he pants through endless pleasure. “You’re so- fuck, baby.” Matty’s voice is as rough as the fingers he threads back through your hair, unable to stop himself from using his grip to help control the pace with which your head was bobbing over him. But you didn’t mind, you quite liked being used by the older man, especially when he praised you like this. “You’re so fucking good, baby, take me so well.”
You practically preen, shifting your knees over the uncomfortable carpet of your office floor in a way that was sure to leave a rash as you moan around him, the vibrations seeming to knock some of the filthy fantasies from his mind.
“You have no idea how hard it was to keep my hands off of you all day.” Matty groans, his thigh twitching beneath your palms as your fingernails dig into his thigh and if his hand wasn’t gripping your hair so tightly, you might have pulled off to quip a bratty remark about how he actually didn’t keep his hands off of you one bit, but your mouth was rather busy right now. “Fuck, baby, as soon as you walked into the room all I wanted to do was bend you over that table and fuck you in front of everyone in there.”
Matty’s hips roll up softly to meet the bob of your head and you couldn’t help but moan around him, unsure if it was due to his words or actions, you were drunk on both. Matty groans, the corner of his mouth twitching in a way that shows he’s fighting off the coil in his stomach as he plants his feet on the floor and delivers a more powerful thrusts that knocks more tears loose from your eyes.
“Let them all see how filthy you like to be fucked.” His voice grows more ragged as his hips continue to roll up to meet each and every bob of your head over him. “How slutty you are for me.” He groans through gritted teeth and you couldn’t help but dig your manicured nails into his thigh in some attempt to ground yourself as Matty’s cock slid further down your throat with each passing thrust. “All for me. Isn’t that right, princess?”
Matty asks as if he already knows the answer and you’re pitifully already nodding your head before he can even finish asking. He rewards you with another thrust up into your mouth for that and you can’t help but grind your hips down on nothing in return, desperate for relief of your own and whining as best as you could with a mouth full when you get none.
The aching throb of your neglected core was becoming rather distracting and it was getting harder and harder to focus on your task at hand when all you could think about was how desperate you were for Matty to touch you already.
You could feel your fingertips twitching against his thigh, desperate to trail between your legs and relieve some of the ache between them. But you wanted to be good for the older man, you’d rather be dripping in desperation than for him to be disappointed with you for disobeying him, but you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold off.
You needed to get out of your head, you needed a distraction from the throbbing ache of your core. You needed to be mindless, brainless. You needed Matty to ruin you.
So in an attempt to stop your hands from trailing between your thighs and to silently signal what you wanted, too shy to say it out loud, you slowly take your hands off of his thighs in favor of folding your arms behind your back, staring up at the older man through teary eyes over the rim of your glasses as you scrunch your nose in an attempt to pull them back up.
Matty was panting through ragged breaths as he stopped the roll of his hips and took in the sight of you, his cock twitching against your tongue as he realized what you holding your arms behind your back meant.
“You want me to take over?” Matty coos, his dark eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of you swallowing around him as you nod as best as you could, already digging your own nails into the flesh of your arms as you await for him to follow through. “You sure?”
Matty asks in a softer tone and you can’t help the way your heart flutters at the concern in his voice, you nod once more and nuzzle your cheek against his hand when he brings it down to wipe a stray tear from the surface before using his pointer finger to push your glasses further up the bridge of your nose yet again. And god, maybe you were falling in lo-
Matty’s fingers thread through your hair, collecting your hair into a makeshift ponytail with a familiar, practiced ease that makes your stomach flip. You shift on your knees, wincing slightly at the ache in your muscles, unmatched to the ache between your thighs as you dig manicured nails deeper into the flesh of your arms and relax your throat in preparation for him.
Matty tugs on your hair softly, enough to grab your attention and bring your eyes up towards him, glancing at the older man above you over the rim of your glasses in a way that makes him groan. There’s an unspoken energy between the two of you, a silent question behind his nearly black eyes that makes your heart flutter all over again, overwhelmed by his insistent need to make sure you were okay.
Your left eye falls down into a wink and that’s the final confirmation Matty needed to let go and allow his pleasure to take over.
Matty rolls his hips up into your mouth, slow and experimental at first, as if he was scared you might break. A broken moan rips from his throat when his tip hits the back of your throat, his dark eyes flutter softly at the feeling, his fingers wrapping tighter around your makeshift ponytail as if he was struggling to hold himself back.
You moan around his length and revel in the way his hips stutter as the vibrations roll through him, your office chair creaking beneath him as his hips jerk and send him further down your throat. Though you don’t gag this time around, fully expecting it because you knew him too well. You take him in stride, swirling your tongue around his tip every few thrusts and trying to remember to breathe through your nose when you find a chance.
“Fuck, you’re so-” Matty cuts himself off to groan through a breathless pant that makes your stomach swirl. Matty grips your makeshift ponytail a little tighter as his hips start to snap a little faster now, his head tossed back in a strained moan that has your empty core clenching before he finally finishes his thought. “Perfect.” He groans. “You’re so fucking perfect.” He speaks through gritted teeth, his face screwed in pleasure as his hips snap into your mouth. “Feel so fucking good, baby, got such a filthy mouth, I- shit.”
You can’t help but moan around him once more, knees shifting against the carpet of your office floor as your fingers twitch against your arms, desperate to travel between your thighs and relieve some of the pressure between them. But you were determined to be good for Matty, sure that whatever he planned on giving you after this would be far more rewarding than your own two fingers anyhow. You could wait a little longer.
“Such a pretty little perfect angel.” Matty coos, his head lolled to the side as he stares down at you, addicted to watching the way his cock was disappearing down your throat. “Miss employee of the month.” Matty teases and you could feel the blush creeping up your neck as his words wash over you. “What would Thomas think if he could see you right now, hm?” Matty curls his fingers tighter in your hair. “His gold star girl on her knees for me.” Matty voices through gritted teeth, delivering a particularly hard thrust down your throat to emphasize his point. “Begging Daddy to fuck her throat.”
And Christ, you nearly fall apart untouched right then and there. The title was rarely used between the two of you, but it was even more rare falling from his tongue. You felt dizzy as it played on a loop in your mind, shameless as you grind down against nothing. A pitiful whine ripped from your throat and melted against Matty’s cock that had finally found an unrelenting, bruising rhythm that sprung tears to your eyes.
“I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Matty hisses at the feeling of you swallowing around him, a poor attempt to stop the spit that was already spilling from the corners of your mouth. “If I put you on your knees and made you give everyone around the office a little show, let them see what kind of trouble you get yourself into when you’re supposed to be working.”
And if Matty was showing any shred of mercy, you would have pulled off to shoot a bratty comment about how he was always the one knocking on your door, not the other way around. But you were rather helpless right now, succumbed to nothing but a vessel for Matty to use for his own pleasure so you couldn’t do much more than moan at the idea, clenching and grinding down against nothing as the fantasy rolled through you, you couldn’t help but feel desperate for the idea.
Because maybe, just maybe, if everyone saw you on your knees for the older man, they’d assume that you belonged to him.
And that’s all you ever wanted, to be his.
“You ever wear these fucking glasses up here again and I will.” Matty threatens through a jaw clenched as tightly as his fingers in your hair, completely unaware of the fact that he was only threatening you with a good time. The glasses on your nose falling further and further down the bridge of your nose with each passing thrust down your throat. “I’ll put you on your knees and show them all who you fucking belong to.”
You couldn’t help but whine around his cock that was bruising the back of your throat, his filthy words catching you so off guard that you nearly gagged, quick to remove your arms from behind your back in favor of resting your hands on his thighs in case you needed to tap out as Matty plants his feet on the ground next to your thighs to give himself more of a leverage to fuck up into your mouth deeper, harder, rougher.
You squeeze your eyes shut tightly, briefly, enough to allow the tears that had collected in them to fall so you could look up at him more clearly now. You meet his gaze almost immediately and Matty is quick to groan at the sight of you, sure to look as fucked out as you felt right now. Teary eyed, mascara running beneath your eyelids, lips swollen and covered in a mix of spit and precum as the sound of Matty fucking your throat harmonizes with the taxis and street performers forty feet beneath the two of you.
Locals on the way to a bar, tourists on their way to Times Square, anyone that could look up at the office building above them and see yours because it’s the only one with the light on still on and have absolutely no idea that you had tears streaming down your face due to the way Matty’s cock was abusing your throat.
And that's why you didn’t mind being the only twenty three year old in Manhattan who volunteers to work over on a Wednesday night instead of going out to a bar to down green tea shots with her friends because why would you settle for decent sex when all it took to get it mind blowing was to wear a pair of nerdy glasses?
“Christ, look at you.” Matty groans, choked off and desperate as your office chair creaks beneath his powerful thrusts. “God, you’re so fucking pretty like this, baby.” Matty sighs, his dark eyes fluttering slightly as his fingers curl against your scalp from the pleasure your mouth was providing. “The prettiest girl.”
You squeeze your eyes shut tightly once more, allowing more tears to fall down your cheeks, unsure now if it was due to Matty’s abuse to your throat or to your heart. If he truly thought you were the prettiest girl then why was he still dating-
“Fuck, I-I’m so fucking close, baby.” Matty stutters and his hips follow suit, a sure sign that he was in fact about to fall apart. “I-I’m so- fuck, I’m s-so- baby.”
Matty whines, his back arching slightly off of your office chair as he nears closer and closer to the edge. You couldn’t help but hum around him, the vibration sure to barrel him closer. You stare up at the older man and watch the way his face screws in pleasure, the way his covered chest rises and falls in a quick tandem as he fights through pants to catch his breath, watch the way his mouth falls open in a long drawn out moan that has you mentally preparing for what was to come. Literally.
This was always your favorite part, watching him fall apart because of you. Feeling him shoot down your throat and savoring the taste of him because this was the closest you’d ever get to what you truly wanted. Matty was always quick to pull out of you at the last second when he had you bent over, but when you were on your knees between his thighs, he never dreamed of it.
So you couldn’t even describe the whine that was ripped from your throat when Matty delivered one last powerful thrust before using the leverage he had with his fingers wrapped in your hair to pull you off of him.
You were panting, pouting, gobsmacked that Matty could be so cruel and rip away the chance for you to indulge in him. You couldn’t help but shamelessly try and break free from the tight confinements of his hands still holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail, only to whimper from the pain of Matty pulling you back with more force this time, your eyes brimmed with a fresh batch of tears as you stare up at him in bewilderment.
“What are you doing?” You were shocked to hear the sound of your own voice.
Whiny, raspy, sore. Sure to be from the abuse your throat had just endured. Matty groans at the sound of it, his cock twitching between the two of you and making you all the more desperate to lean down and take him back in your mouth but he wasn’t even entertaining the idea of it.
“Fuck.” Matty groans, dropping your hair in favor of swiping his thumb across your wet cheek while his other hand trails between his legs and grabs ahold of his base. “I want-” Matty starts and quickly cuts himself off to moan when he slowly starts to pump himself, his thumb swiping over the tip, you were mesmerized at the sight. Matty clears his throat, starting over. “I know you love to swallow me, baby, but I wanna cum all over that pretty face of yours.” Matty groans, choked off and desperate as he practically pleads. “Please let me.”
And who were you to argue with that?
You couldn’t even find the words to speak, only able to nod enthusiastically as you shift on your knees and straighten your back, pulling your eyes away from the spectacle of his hand pumping himself to meet his own gaze and nearly gasping at the heat behind them.
You push your glasses up the bridge of your nose one last time before slowly opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out in a way that had Matty’s head falling back in a deep groan as his own hand started to pump himself faster at the sight.
“Fuck.” Matty groans, his own fist flying over his cock in desperation as he chases his high, speaking through gritted teeth. “Such a dirty girl, I’m gonna make you as filthy as you are, baby.”
You couldn’t help but moan, your thighs clenching as your heart races, stuck in a loop of watching Matty’s face crumble as he neared closer and closer to the edge and watching his hand that was bringing him closer and closer to his inevitable high.
“Please.” You beg through a raspy voice, batting your eyelashes at him through the frames and that was all Matty needed to fall apart.
He lasts one, two, three more pumps before his face is crumbling, his back is arching off of your office chair and his head is thrown back in a long, drawn out moan as his orgasm crashes into you.
Thick, hot ropes of cum shoot over your entire face and the suddenness makes you jump, your eyes squeezing shut in an attempt to protect them even though the glasses served as enough of a barrier. Matty continues to pump himself while he paints himself above your eyebrow, across your nose, completely over your black rimmed frames and barely any on your tongue - making it clear where he was aiming for.
“Oh my fucking god.” Matty whines, his body still convulsing in your office chair, you could hear it in the way it creaks through his endless moans as he pumps out what was left of his load onto your face. Your tongue and chin catch most of it now, the strips too weak to reach the same height as before. “Fuck.”
When you hear Matty grow lax against your office chair, you finally open your eyes, slowly just in case any cum was threatening to drip into them. You blink a few times to ensure your safety before smiling softly and opening your eyes wider now, ready to take in the sight of the older man only to be blocked by his load painted over the glass part of your frames.
Your smile quickly turns into a pout and Matty can’t help but laugh softly, breathlessly at the sight.
“Here.” He sighs, shifting in your office chair enough so he could lean forward and carefully pull your glasses up on your face to rest in your hair, his eyes still glued to the frames as his still chest heaves through breathless pants, the corner of his mouth twitching up as he teases. “I quite like these.”
You snort, slapping his thigh softly as you shake your head just as much. “Yeah, I can tell.”
You roll your eyes softly, shifting on your office floor between his legs as your desire drips between your thighs and his drips down your face. You flinch softly when some of it drips down from your eyebrow and onto your uncovered lashes.
“Fuck, look at you.” His cock twitches between the two of you as his dark eyes scan over the entirety of your face, swallowing thickly as he reaches out to collect some of the cum that had dripped down onto your cheek. “You look so fucking pretty covered in my cum, baby.”
You couldn’t help but preen, quick to pull Matty’s cum covered thumb into your mouth greedily and shamelessly savoring the taste as you swirl your tongue and moan around it, feeling rather dizzy when his thumb presses cruelly down on your tongue.
“Fuck, I can’t look at you anymore, Jesus.” Matty chuckles softly, shaking his head, his curls with it. You couldn’t help but pout as Matty pulled his thumb from between your swollen lips, surely a visionary that he kept his promise of not soaking in as he drew his attention to tucking himself back into his boxers.
You couldn’t help but shift on your knees, your eyebrows pulled together as you watched the older man zip his slacks back up, dread blooming in your stomach at the thought that maybe you had done something wrong and he really was going to leave you here with nothing.
“Oh, don’t pout at me.” Matty teases, securing his belt back through the metal clasp and fixing you with a pointed look that had the crease between your eyebrows softening slightly. “I’ll give you what you want, sweetheart. You’ve just got to give me a minute to catch my breath.” He chuckles softly and the corner of your mouth twitches slightly. “Let me go smoke and then I promise to fuck you how you deserve.”
And you couldn’t help but smile at that, biting your bottom lip in a poor attempt to not let it shine as brightly as your eyes surely were up at him, desperate to draw some attention away from the hearts circling around your head as you dig your fingernails softly into his thigh and tease.
“Yeah? You need time to rest before going another round, old man?” You tease through a giggle as Matty fixes you with an unimpressed look. You sigh to add to the dramatic antics of it all. “I guess that whole better stamina thing really was just a myth.”
“Oh, fuck off.” Matty’s knee knocks against your shoulder as his dark eyes roll playfully. “You always get real cute after you get what you want, you know that?” Matty raises a thick eyebrow and you can’t help but shrug. “Don’t forget that I already have an orgasm under my belt, I’m totally fine taking me and my stamina home.”
And while you know he was only joking, you couldn’t help but feel rather sick at the thought of him going home to her. You roll your eyes softly to deflect from the pain flashing through them. Matty must have felt the shift in the air because he’s quick to knock his knee against your shoulder once more, drawing your eyes back up to meet his own that gleamed brightly down at you and only fed into your delusions.
“I’ll be quick, yeah?” He promises, nodding softly as his eyes scan over your face, the corners of his mouth twitching up as he teased. “It’ll do you good to learn some patience.”
And you can’t help but roll your eyes with a little more fire behind them this time around. Matty chuckles at the sight, his dark eyes relishing in the sight of your face painted with him one last time as he raises a thick eyebrow and he runs a hand through his hair.
“But maybe you should clean your face up a little first.” He nods, clearing his throat. “Don’t know how long I would last staring at you like this, to be honest.”
You giggle, a light flush washing over your cheeks as you hold onto Matty’s thighs for support and slowly start to lift yourself off of the ground, standing on wobbly legs that popped and ached as the blood rushes back down to them. Matty gasps, full of dramatic flair. “Who’s old now?”
“You, still.” You shoot back, rolling your eyes softly as you hold onto his shoulders now for support as the feeling comes back to your legs. You stare down at him and try to ignore the way his eyes gleamed as they look back up at you, rolling them one last time before you tease. “I’m giving you ten minutes.” You warn. “If you’re not back, I’m starting without you.”
“Yes ma’am.” Matty smiles easily and your stomach flips at the sight. You desperately needed to put some space between the two of you before you stupidly confessed something you had never admitted out loud before.
You turn to walk away and gasp at the feeling of Matty grabbing your wrist and pulling you back towards him, you nearly tumble into his lap from the force of it all and catch yourself at the last second on his shoulder, bent over and face to face with him. Your heart racing and nearly beating out of your chest at the feeling of him leaning in to kiss your cheek softly.
“That’s for being so pretty.” He mumbles against the skin there and before you could even allow the butterflies to form, Matty’s sticking his tongue out and licking a thick strip up the side of your face, collecting some of his own cum on the way and resulting in a yelp falling from your tongue. Matty pulls back with a menacing smile on his face, licking his lips as if he was savoring his own taste before he says. “And that’s for calling me old.”
You stare down at him with a racing heart, sure now that the hearts floating around your head were trapped in your eyes now as you desperately fight off a smile and shake your head softly. “You’re disgusting.”
“And running out of time.” Matty gasps, looking down at the watch that wasn’t even on his wrist as he stands up from your office chair and you don’t even bother taking a step back as he stands up and towers over you, nearly ready to risk it all as he smiles down at you. “You’re cutting into my smoke break, the missus told me I only had ten minutes.”
You couldn’t help but sound as breathless as you felt as you replied. “Well, you don’t want to keep her waiting.”
Matty smirks. “Never.”
You could feel his breath fanning over your lips and for a split second his dark eyes betray him and fall down to stare at them before he’s gone, walking out of your office and leaving nothing behind but the smell of his cologne and the warmth from his body that lingered against his own.
You felt frozen in place, thoughts whirring in your mind that did absolutely nothing to calm the racing of your heart and had you feeling as though you needed to splash cold water on your face before you went too far down the rabbit hole of delusion. And as you felt Matty’s cum drying on your face, you couldn’t help but grimace and snap out of your daydream in a quick search for the closest bathroom.
And it didn’t take long for you to find it. Honestly, you could have found it with your eyes closed, having walked the path so many times to meet Matty in there when the coast was clear.
You took one look at yourself in the mirror and your stomach swirled with an all too familiar heat that settled in your core. You looked as messy as you felt, lines of mascara staining your cheeks that made the ropes of cum stand out even more against your flushed face, your hair tangled from all of Matty’s tugging and pulling.
You couldn’t help but blush looking at yourself, feeling rather proud and able to understand why Matty couldn’t look at you much more than he did, you’d never felt so filthy.
One thought about what Matty might do to you when he returns from his smoke break had you quickly grabbing paper towels from the dispenser and turning the water on so you could clean yourself up, more than excited to see what he had in store for you.
As you ran the wet paper towels over your face, you couldn’t help but wonder if Matty was sucking his cigarette down as quickly as you were cleaning yourself up, if he was as desperate to get his hands on you.
The thought plagued your mind up until you were leaning over the sink, turning your face at every angle to ensure you had wiped away all the smudged mascara under your eyes, smiling softly when you saw that you hadn’t left a trace behind.
Or so you thought.
You glance up and flush when you realize you had completely forgotten about your glasses that Matty had set on top of your head, quick to grab them and blushing down to your roots as you run the frames under the faucet, silently praying that they weren’t ruined.
It took three separate tries for them to be fully cleaned, placing them in front of your eyes after each attempt and sighing when they needed more attention. You couldn’t help but smile brightly as you set them back on your nose, taking in the sight of your face that was fresh and clean in total contrast to how the rest of your body felt, dirty and messy.
You gave yourself a final once over, running your fingers through your tangled hair to try and quickly tame it before deeming it useless, sure that Matty would only tangle it more here soon. And with that, you turned the light off and exited the bathroom on a one track mind back to your office where you could only hope Matty was already waiting for you.
You had just turned the corner down the hallway that was home to your office and your eyes were immediately drawn to the door across from your own. Maybe it was just instinct, some gravitational pull and nasty habit of always looking over at Matty’s office when you turned the corner. Or maybe it was due to the light shining through the bottom of the door, bright and warm, it glowed in beautiful contrast with the dark corridor you were walking down.
Your eyebrows pulled together in curiosity, trying to recall your conversation with Matty before he left to smoke, had he told you to meet back up in his office? Surely he had, you were the only two people in the building, it had to be him. It must have just slipped your mind in all the tension and anticipation coursing through your veins.
You glance down at your body, pulling your blouse down just a smidge further to ensure that your tits were sitting pretty before pushing your glasses up on your nose one final time and turning the doorknob to his office, ready to face the older man and completely shocked by what you discover instead.
“Hey, sorry I was- oh my god, Farrah!” The two of you nearly shriek in unison, clear that neither was expecting the other. You’re quick to cover your eyes and turn around to try and shield yourself from the image that was already burned in your mind. “I-I’m so sorry.”
The blonde was leaned back in Matty’s office chair with a sultry smile spread over her pretty glossed lips, her heel clad feet crossed and resting against his desk. She had her arms through the blazer he had forgotten in his office earlier that day, the article swallowing the girls frame yet spread open in a way to display the purple lingerie that perfectly accentuated every curve of her body.
You only saw Farrah for a split second but it was enough to make you feel nauseous, the lingerie burning behind your eyelids that you still had squeezed tightly shut even though your hand was over your eyes and you were still turned away from her, taking extra measures to not risk catching sight of the purple lace again.
Purple.
You couldn’t help but dwell on the color of the lacy set, the phone call you had shared with Matty weeks ago replaying in your mind and making you feel rather dizzy. It was the same shade as the blouse he had requested you to wear when you made your return from the dead, same color as the thong he pulled to the side as soon as he got you alone that day and oh god, you were about to be sick all over the floor of his office.
“Oh god, I’m so sorry, I-I didn’t know you were up here.” Farrah stutters her way through her words, you could hear her shifting around behind you and you could only assume she was adjusting herself to be more decent. “Matty didn’t mention you when he told me he’d be working late tonight. I-I thought he’d be alone. Fuck, I’m so sorry.”
You nod quickly, trying to shake the sound of her saying the older man's name from your mind as you stay facing the wall and shielding your eyes in a way that was surely only making the blonde feel more embarrassed.
“Yeah, I um- Thomas asked me to stay over and help him at the last minute.” The lie spilling from your tongue so naturally that you couldn’t help but be impressed with yourself, you’ve gotten quite good at this.
“I-I haven’t spoken to him since his lunch break, that’s my bad.” You could hear the guilt in Farrah’s tone and it only made your stomach roll more, you should be the one feeling guilty right now, not her. “You can um-” You hear Farrah shift one last time, clearing her throat before starting over. “You can turn around now.”
“Oh, o-okay.” Unsure of how to turn her down, taking a deep breath and bracing yourself before slowly turning around to face the blonde, your suspicions are proven right when you see her legs no longer up on his desk and the blazer pulled tightly over her frame to cover the lingerie hidden beneath it. “I’m really sorry for just barging in here like that, if I had known, I-”
“Please don't apologize, this is my fault.” Farrah sighs, her cheeks flushed out of embarrassment and white knuckling the blazer folded over herself. “I-I shouldn't even be here right now.” She sighs, her head popping up quickly and her eyes widened in a panicked state. “You won’t tell Trevor about this right? I-I don’t want to get Matty in trouble with his boss.”
“Thomas.” You softly correct, nodding as you cross your arms over your chest, suddenly feeling exposed now that her blue eyes were on you. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell him about it.”
You offer a barely there smile that Farrah looks relieved to receive.
“Thanks.” She nearly huffs out of relief and you offer a barely there smile in return. “I know I shouldn’t be bothering him while he’s at work it’s just..” The blonde trails off, making your heart race out of fear that she was about to provide details you had no interest in hearing. “I’m really sorry.”
“It’s fine.” You assure, waving her off, not wanting to embarrass the blonde anymore than she already was. You shift on your feet under her gaze, your mind whirling with the possibility that maybe Farrah had been across the hall the entire time, maybe she had heard everything. You were opening your mouth before you could even think about asking, “How um- How long have you been here?”
You try to come off as casual though your voice is a little too tight, you could only hope that Farrah wouldn’t notice, you shoot another soft smile at the blonde for extra insurance.
“Not long. I haven’t-” Farrah cuts herself off to hiccup. “I haven’t been here long.” The blonde shakes her head. “I actually got lost on the way up, went to the wrong floor and everything.” She giggles, covering her mouth with her hand. “I was very confused.”
You felt a wave of relief wash over you because not only was the blonde clueless to what had happened across the hall not even twenty minutes ago, but also because now that your nerves weren’t so shot you could properly take in the state Farrah was in and it didn’t take you long to determine, “You’re drunk.”
“Tipsy.” Farrah is quick to correct, holding up her pointer finger with a playful gleam in her eye as another giggle tumbles from her freshly glossed lips. You couldn’t help but wonder if the berry color beneath the shine was due to a lip stain or wine. “I-I only had two glasses.”
Farrah winks and holds up four fingers, making you wonder how drunk the blonde actually was.
“Ugh, don’t look at me like that.” Farrah groans, resting her elbows on Matty’s desk and throwing her head into her hands. “This isn’t normally like me, okay? I-I don’t even drink.” Farrah hesitates. “Usually.” She tacks on and you can’t help but huff out a breathy laugh at her antics. “I just-” She sighs, long and winded, lifting her head back up so she could face you, tossing her hands down in a defeated manner as she explains. “I needed the liquid courage, I guess.”
You should have known that asking questions would only open doors that you wanted to remain closed and locked, but you couldn’t help the curiosity that rolled out of you quicker than you could stop. “For what?”
“For this!” Farrah exasperates, nearly laughing. “All of this.” She waves her arms in front of her body and you could only assume she was referring to the lingerie hidden beneath Matty’s blazer. “For thinking that this was a good idea.” The blonde scoffs, her eyes full of defeat as she speaks in a softer tone now. “God, I’m so stupid.”
“You’re not stupid.” You’re quick to defend, unsure of why you even felt the need to comfort the girl that was standing in the way of you getting what you wanted.
“I am.” Farrah sighs, shaking her head softly. “I just thought that if I-I did some grand gesture and went out of my comfort zone to- you know, spice things up with him a bit that maybe he’d,” she pauses, swallowing thickly, breaking eye contact with you as she quietly admits. “want me again.”
You couldn’t help the way your eyes widen as her words hit you like a freight train, making it clear to you that you should’ve gotten out of here when you still had the chance because you had clearly gotten yourself wrapped up in a conversation you’d rather die than have right now.
“And I know what you’re going to say,” Farrah points, lifting her voice in a higher pitch as if she was mimicking your own. “Oh my god, Farrah, you’re so hot! How could he not want you?” And oh, Farrah was more drunk than you thought. “And to that I say, exactly!” She exasperates, wide eyed and as shocked as you felt listening to her right now. “But he doesn’t!”
You finally find a voice to speak, desperate to get yourself out of this situation before you heard too much information, but Farrah is quick to talk over you. “I really don’t think I should-”
“We used to be so good together.” Farrah interrupts. “So, so good.” She emphasizes and you fight to not picture how good they really used to be. “But now i-it’s like he wants nothing to do with me and I don’t understand why!” She sighs, defeated. “I-I don’t know what I did o-or what changed but I swear to God, he wants nothing to do with me anymore.”
She looks to you as if you had all the answers, completely oblivious to the way that you in fact were the reason for all of this.
“We haven’t-” Farrah starts yet cuts quickly cuts herself off to find the right wording, scratching the top of her head as she filters through her drunken mind and you could do nothing but stand there frozen in place and brace yourself for where she was going with this. “I-it’s been months.” Is what she finally lands on. “God, I don’t even know why I’m telling you this.” Farrah groans, scrubbing her face with her hands. “It’s just- he’s never been like this before.” She exclaims. “I-I mean he used to be literally obsessed with me.”
And you desperately try to interject before she provides you with any more details of their sex life that you couldn’t bear to hear, imagining it on your own was bad enough, you didn’t need exact scenarios burned behind your eyelids. “Farrah-”
“But now it’s like h-he won’t even touch me with a twenty foot pole.” She laughs pitifully and you can only hope that you don’t look as happy as you felt hearing that.
This entire time you’ve been wondering what filthy things Matty did to Farrah when he went home to her and now you’re hearing that he hasn’t been doing anything. You felt on top of the world and Farrah felt beneath it.
“And I know.” She rolls her beautiful blue eyes, shaking her head softly. “I know that he’s busy and working, he doesn’t have much time for me anymore it’s just that-” She cuts herself off, growing more and more frustrated the more that she talks, her hands tightening ever so slightly as she voices. “At his old job, he made time for me, you know?” She stares at you with eyes that grow a little teary and you couldn’t help but be ashamed by the internal celebration you were having at her expense. “He never let his job come between us and now it’s like he lives up here.”
She laughs bitterly and your stomach drops, your heart starts to race against your ribcage as you watch the wheels start to turn in her head.
“I mean, h-he’s always working late.” She explains as if you didn’t already know. “Constantly.” She seethes, her blue eyes squinting slightly. “I-it’s like he’s at this fucking office more than he’s at home a-and I-” Her words get all bottled up inside of her as her eyes brim with more tears, her head shaking ever so slightly until she can’t take it anymore and the question she’s been dying to ask finally bursts out of her. “Do you think he’s cheating on me?”
You freeze, your heart plummeting down to your feet, feeling as though your legs had been kicked out from underneath you as you force out a choked, strained laugh. “What?”
“God.” Farrah groans. “I know I sound fucking crazy it’s just-” She hesitates and you hold your breath in the beat of silence. “I just have this gut feeling and-” She shakes her head, deep in thought and you couldn’t be more grateful for the alcohol coursing through her veins or else she might Nancy Drew her way into finally figuring the two of you out. “Can I be honest with you?”
You swallow thickly, too scared to speak out of fear of spilling your guts all over his office floor. You nod. “Mhm.”
“I was terrified that I was gonna come into his office and catch him nailing some bitch over his desk.” Farrah laughs as if the thought was ridiculous, as if you and Matty hadn’t wrapped up just in time. “God, I cannot tell you how relieved I am to know that it’s you staying late with him and not Maeve.” Farrah rolls her blue eyes with nothing but annoyance behind them. “You know, I caught her making eyes at him from across the room and the Christmas party and I’ve had her on my radar ever since.”
And while you should have been grateful that Farrah had no inkling that you, in fact, were the bitch Matty was railing, you couldn’t take her words as anything but a slap to the face.
It felt as if Farrah wasn’t threatened by you, as though she would never dream of Matty being taking any interest in you, that she looked at you as nothing more than some fresh out of college child that she didn’t have to think twice about. It infuriated you. She wasn’t intimidated by you at all when you were the girl Matty was fucking, not Maeve.
How was she able to notice that girl making eyes at Matty from across the room at the Christmas party and yet was completely oblivious to the way Matty’s eyes seemed glued to your legs the entire night, the way the punch he was sipping practically drooled from his mouth when you first walked in, the way his eyes glared at you for flirting with Luke as a punishment for even bringing her to the party in the first place.
Farrah should be slapping you right now, not confiding in you. She should feel threatened, intimidated, angry that she caught Matty here alone with you. Not happy.
It made you want to tell her everything, to spill your guts and hike your skirt up so she could see the fading bruises Matty had left behind a few days ago when he laid you out in the very chair she was sitting in now and devoured you until you were begging him to stop. It made you want to apologize for how hoarse your voice was because Matty had just fucked your throat raw less than twenty minutes ago. It made you want to grab her face and pull her in for a filthy kiss just so she could taste Matty’s cum on your tongue.
You were seconds away from allowing your anger to boil over and spill everything out on Matty’s office floor, your eye practically twitching as you stare at the blonde in front of you who just smiled innocently, obliviously back at you in return.
“Actually, I-”
“Okay, I’m sorry that I’m two minutes late, please don't punis- oh my god, Farrah.” Matty steps into his office behind you, nearly knocking into you when he freezes out of shock for the sight before him.
You could practically feel his body grow rigged behind you as he stares at his girlfriend wrapped up in his blazer and sitting at his desk. You didn’t even have to look back at him to know his eyes were wide, his face pale, sure that his heart was pounding out of fear of being caught.
“W-What are you doing here?” You could hear the masked panic in his voice, your heart crumbling beneath you when he takes a small step back to put some distance between the two of you. “Are you drunk?”
Farrah opens and closes her mouth repeatedly as she fights to find an answer for him, panic growing behind her eyes when she doesn’t find one and quick to look towards you for some help or guidance and you used what little restraint you had left to not roll your eyes.
“I should go.” You spoke softly, quick to shut your mouth before you word vomited all over his office floor, thankful that Matty had walked into the room and stopped you from doing it already.
You turn on your heels and are immediately met with the sight of Matty’s chest and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes softly before glancing up at him. The air between the two of you is full of a completely different energy than it had been twelve minutes ago when he first left to go smoke, what you would give to go back in time.
Matty stares down at you with eyes full of so many emotions that you couldn’t pinpoint just one, the wheels clearly turning in his head as he fought to find something, anything to say to you that wouldn't be too incriminating in front of his girlfriend who was only a few feet away.
You only give him one more beat to speak before you turn to walk away, not even making it a full step before Matty is calling out.
“Wait!” His voice trembled with a panic that you hoped Farrah was too drunk to take note of. You freeze and turn back towards him slowly, glaring up at him with a pointed look that begged him not to say something stupid. He swallows thickly. “W-We didn’t finish.”
And you couldn’t help but snort softly at his ability to only care about sex even in a situation like this. You shoot him a fake, forced smile, hoping he’d pick up on the hidden meaning when you shoot back.
“Oh, don’t worry, I can finish it all on my own.” Matty’s face falls and you fight to not roll your eyes at the sight. “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” You nod, desperately needing to get out of here. You turn to shoot Farrah a smile just as forced as the one you gave Matty, even throwing in a quick wink before you sarcastically enthuse. “You two have fun!”
And then you were walking away from your own personal hell before anyone could stop you this time, waiting until you were rounding the corner of the corridor at least before you allowed the tears to brim at your eyes and counting down the seconds until the elevator doors closed before you let them fall.
—
You took your time getting ready for work Thursday morning, in no rush like you had been the day before. You didn’t even care if Thomas would be upset with you for being late two days in a row, all you cared about was avoiding him at all costs.
Something that was proven to be quite difficult as you strolled into work forty seven minutes late, only to open your office door and find Matty already sitting in the chair at your desk, impatiently waiting for you.
His head pops up immediately at the sound of your door opening, dropping the hand he had held up to his mouth so he could chew on his nails as he anxiously awaited your arrival. You roll your eyes at the sight of him, huffing out of annoyance as you shut your office door with a little too much force, knowing there was no use in trying to get out of the conversation you’ve been dreading all night.
“Don’t you have work you should be doing?” You say with a nasty bite to your tone, crossing your arms over your chest as you fix him with an unimpressed glare.
“I am so fucking sorry about last night.” Matty ignores your attitude in favor of standing up and making his way over to you, his eyes full of an emotion you couldn’t quite read as the apology spills off of his tongue. “I-I had no idea she was gonna come up here, I didn’t ask her to do that.”
“I know.” You glare up at him, you know far more than you should, thanks to Farrah.
You make an attempt to walk past him but Matty is quick to grab your wrist and stop you from going too far.
“I didn’t fuck her.” He’s quick to clarify, clearly panicked and desperate for you to believe him.
You roll your eyes and attempt to pull your wrist from his grasp but he only tightens his hold in return. “I don’t care, Matty.”
“No, I need you to know that I did not fuck her in my office.” Matty pleads, his eyes wide as they scan over your face and soak in the heated glare you’re shooting at him. “I-I wouldn’t do that to you.”
“Oh, how kind of you!” The words drip sarcastically from your tongue. “You were a gentleman and took her home first.” You smile, squinting. “I get bent over your desk and Farrah gets fucked in a nice, cozy bed. Thanks for reserving your office just for me.”
Matty’s face falls as he realizes his poor choice in wording and you capitalize on his guard being down and rip your wrist from his hold, holding your pointer finger out at him in a silent warning to not touch you again when he steps closer to you.
“No, it’s not like that.” Matty huffs out of frustration, you could see the tired bags under his eyes, clear that he had stayed up mulling over this all night. “I didn’t fuck her at all. I-I haven’t been, not since we started-”
“God, do you even hear yourself right now?” You scoff, rubbing at your temples softly, already feeling a headache coming on. “You don’t get it, that doesn’t matter!” You exclaim. “It doesn’t matter that you didn’t fuck her because you still took her home.” You laugh bitterly. “You took her home, to your apartment that you share. To sleep in your bed, that you share. Y-You’re building a life with this girl, so it doesn't matter if you didn’t fuck her last night or haven’t for the past ten months because at the end of the day, you went home with her and I went home alone.”
Matty stood in front of you dumbfounded and at a loss for words, his eyes full of regret as the wheels turned in his mind for a response to your outburst. It was nearly comical when all he could come up with was, “It’s complicated.”
“Oh, I know it’s complicated, believe me.” You mock through a laugh. “I’ve been hearing about how complicated it is for almost a year now.” You remind him and if you had enough time, you’d stand her and list off all the excuses he gave you anytime you dared to ask. “If it’s so complicated, then maybe we should just give it up.”
Matty freezes, his dark eyes flashing with panic as his thick eyebrows furrow. “What?”
“Aren’t you tired of sneaking around all the time?” You sigh, shaking your head softly. “Aren’t you tired of feeling guilty?”
Matty shakes his head. “I don’t feel guilty.”
And god, wasn’t it just comical at this point.
“I know you don’t, but I do.” You emphasize by shoving your own finger into your chest, cursing your eyes when they brim with tears. “And it’s eating me alive, I-I can’t do this anymore.” You shake your head softly. “This is a lot of work for just sex when you have plenty of opportunity for that at home.”
You shot the bullet at his chest and you could see his face crumble from the impact, hurt flashing behind his dark orbs as your words swim around in his jumbled mind.
“It’s not just sex.” Matty argues with a squint in his eye, appalled that you would think so shallowly of him. “Not to me.”
“Yeah, right.” You snort, rolling your eyes and blinking back tears that you didn’t dare let fall. “And where did you sleep last night, hm?”
“On the couch.” Matty replies slowly, a little more bite to his tone as his dark eyes squint a little further at you. “Do you really think I would go through all of this trouble just for some pussy? Because I promise you’re not the only girl in line, sweetheart.” Matty scoffs and you can’t help the way your heart drops at his admission. “God, do you even hear yourself right now?” Matty laughs mockingly, throwing your own words back in your face. “Has it ever occurred to you that maybe I actually like you?”
“Oh, I’m sorry, excuse me for not picking up on that after the millionth time that you’ve drilled me over your desk.” You scoff. “God, you can’t even look at me when you do it half the time and you really expect me to believe that I’m more than just pussy to you?” You roll your eyes. “You don't like me, you like fucking me.” The words taste bitter falling from your tongue. “There’s a difference.”
“How can I prove it to you?” Matty huffs, frustration and defeat written all over his face.
“Matty, you don’t know anything about me.” You scoff.
“Yes, I do.” It was his turn to scoff now. “I know that-”
“And my favorite sex position doesn’t count.” You’re quick to cut him off with a smile as snarky as your tone.
And yeah, okay, maybe you were being a little bit of a bitch, but you were desperate at this point to build up a wall before Matty gave you any false hope that the feelings he was admitting for you were actually real.
“That’s not what I was going to say.” Matty huffs through a half clenched jaw, clear that his patience with you was running thin. He clears his throat before starting over again. “I know that you always wear your hair up in a clip on Fridays because you can’t be bothered to deal with it by the end of the week.”
He offers and it has little to no effect on you. It was just a simple observation, nothing special. You cross your arms over your chest. “Well, anyone could have noticed that.”
And Matty’s eyes practically gleam as he laughs softly at your stubbornness.
“I know that you like two and a half creamers in your coffee.” Matty continues, throwing emphasis on the word to ensure that you heard him right. “Not two, not three, like the true princess that you are.” And god dammit, if you didn’t already feel your resolve weakening. “Oh! I know that you always intend to take the A train when you’re leaving work but you usually miss it and end up on the C.” His dark eyes falling down into a quick wink as he teases. “Though, that might be my fault, sorry.”
You have to bite the inside of your cheek to stop the smile from spreading over you face, you refused to give him the satisfaction.
“Let’s see, what else...” Matty trails off, clicking his tongue as he wracks his brain for more, his eyes practically lighting up when he finally lands on one. “I know that New Year's Eve is your least favorite holiday because you absolutely despise all the tourists that come in to watch the ball drop.” His dark eyes roll playfully. “Proper New Yorker, you are.”
And you couldn’t help but tack on, “Which fucking sucks because-”
You start to say, but Matty interrupts and finishes your own thought himself.
“Because the ball drop is so pretty and you love to watch the fireworks.” Matty steals the words right from your mouth, staring at you with a pointed look as if he dared you to tell him he was wrong, the corners of his mouth twitching up into a smile when you remain silent. “See? I know more about you than your favorite sex position.”
He throws your own words back in your face and you can’t help but flush from embarrassment for the way you had treated him.
“Which is doggy, by the way.” He tacks on, a shameless smirk spread over his face when you reach out to smack his chest softly with a roll of your eyes and cheeks that deepened in colors. “And that’s why I fuck you that way so often, not becuase I don’t want to see your face.”
You couldn’t help but feel ashamed, blushing down to your roots as you glance down at your feet, wishing the ground would open up and swallow you whole as you quietly apologize. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” Matty is quick to shut you down, lifting your chin with his thumb so you’d be forced to look at him again, overwhelmed by how close his face was to your own as he shakes his head softly. “I know that I’ve been a prick lately and I’m sorry for ever making you feel like you meant nothing to me.”
You can’t help the way your eyes drop slightly, breaking eye contact with him that he immediately chases by moving his head down and back into your line of vision.
“Hey, look at me.” He speaks softer now, more genuine. “I promise you that I’m going to break up with her.” He nods, his eyes wide and unwavering. “Soon, okay?”
“You always say that.” You say weakly.
“I know.” Matty grimaces. “But I mean it this time.”
You nod slowly, swallowing down your emotions that threatened to boil over as you believe yet another one of Matty’s promises that you could only hope wasn’t empty this time around.
“Let me make it up to you.” Matty offers, desperate to rid the tears that brimmed your eyes before they fell, he only liked to see you cry when you were underneath him. “Come over this weekend.”
You couldn’t help but laugh wetly, wiping a stray tear that fell from the suddenness of it all.
“Yeah? And do what? Cuddle with Farrah?” You snort, rolling your eyes softly. “You’re crazy.”
“No.” He chuckles, shaking his head softly at your antics. “She’s going out of town this weekend.” He explains and suddenly your interest is piqued. “I’ll have the place all to myself, maybe you could keep me company.”
He shrugs, taking a step closer to you, his eyes gleaming with a certain temptation that makes your stomach flip.
“Hm, maybe.” You sigh, playing disinterested even though you knew the older man could see right through you. You tilt your head to the side, taking a step back with each one he advances forward. “What’s in it for me?”
“Oh, I was hoping you’d ask.” Matty smirks, walking you backwards until you were pressed against the edge of your desk.
His hot hands run along the expanse of your thighs until he’s rounding the back of them, quick to lift you and place you on top of forgotten paperwork that Thomas would probably come searching for soon.
“I could tell you.” Matty offers, nudging your chin to the side so he’d have room to settle into your neck, his mouth making quick work of melting you against the oak of your desk as his calloused fingertips trail beneath your pencil skirt. “But it might be better if I just show you instead.”