#this is... filthy!

[noacfslut]

almost, so close, maybe. part two. - matty healy

this is part two of six. here is the link to part one in case you missed it!

part two: i wish i knew how to quit you

you're desperate to keep the promise you made to yourself that the supply closet hookup with matty was the last time, it had to be. you were determined to show him that you were really done with him, no more sneaking around.

but try as you might, he just keeps finding a way to break your walls down and spread you open over and over and over again...

minors do not interact!

tags: 18+, age gap, cheating, semipublic/public sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, degradation, unprotected sex, choking, d word, praise kink if you squint, sex while on the phone with someone (idk wtf to tag that as so lol)

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“Oh, come on.” You mumble under your breath through a scoff, applying more pressure to the end of your pen and scribbling faster in hopes that ink would start to appear. It doesn’t. 

A hefty sigh tumbles from your gloss coated lips as you toss the ball point pen off to the side of your desk, rolling your eyes at the sound of it hitting the wood of your desk before bouncing off onto the carpeted floor of your office. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You grumble, shaking your head ever so softly as you rest your forehead in the palms of your hands, squeezing your eyes shut in some poor attempt to release the tension in your muscles. 

You needed a break, you knew this, you needed one hours ago. 

You turn your head to the side, hesitating for a beat before cracking an eye open to glance at the clock on the wall beside you, your head falling back into your palms when you realize the time. 

12:37. 

Right in the middle of Matty’s “mid-day smoke break”, something he took about five times a day, once every hour and a half. You knew his schedule so well because more often than not, you found yourself outside with him, leaning against the back wall of the office building and bumming a cigarette from his pack. 

And while you felt as though you could definitely use one right now, you remain glued to your office chair, scrubbing your hands over your face out of frustration. 

You were tired of staring at the white walls of your office, tired of pretending to work when you had already finished all your tasks for the day hours ago. You were tired of hiding. 

No, not hiding. Just, well, dodging. 

And not Matty, no. You weren’t avoiding him, not really. 

You had just shown up a fashionable twelve minutes late to work this morning, just enough time to ensure that he had already finished his morning cigarette and had settled into his own office first before you arrived, but only because you just couldn’t seem to find your right sock.

You had skipped out on making your morning coffee as you did every day, but not because you didn’t want to run into him at the espresso machine, you were just trying to cut down on your caffeine intake. 

You had shown up to the meeting Thomas had called at the last possible second, ignoring the open seat next to Matty and choosing to sit in the one across the table from him and right next to Luke instead. You could feel Matty’s glare burning against your skin the entire duration of the meeting, it was intoxicating. But you didn’t do that to avoid sitting next to Matty, of course. You only chose the seat next to Luke because you’d be able to see the powerpoint Thomas was presenting better from this angle and-

Okay, who were you kidding, of course you were avoiding Matty. 

It was the only way to ensure that you wouldn’t break, that you’d be able to keep your foot down and finally end this office affair with the older man. 

If he got you alone, you’d fold. You always did. 

You had lost count of the amount of times you’ve tried to end things with him, to put a stop to his infidelity, to try and put some distance between the two of you before you fell too hard for him. 

And it didn’t even matter that you were already way past that because it never worked. 

You’d declare to be done with him one day and find yourself with your knees pressed to the carpet floors the next. It was never ending, he always knew just how to lure you back into his trap, under his spell. 

Well, not this time. You were determined not to cave to his temptation. You could do it, you could end things with him, you knew that you could. 

You just had to stay away from him, that’s all. 

Easy. 

I mean, it couldn’t be too hard, right? You were on a double digit floor of a massive office building in the middle of New York City, what were the odds that you ran into him? 

Well, slightly greater than most considering his office was directly across the hallway from your own, but that could be easily avoidable. 

Right?

You’d just perfectly time your bathroom and smoke breaks, you’d change your lunch break so that it didn’t overlap with his own, you’d keep the blinds closed and your office door locked all day long - it would be so easy. It’s nothing you hadn’t already been doing all day. 

And sure, you were bored out of your mind but at least you were actually getting your work done for once. You almost found yourself missing the way Thomas would insistently knock at your door to check on you throughout the day, he hadn’t been by once today. 

You almost wondered if he was even here today at all? Maybe he had called in sick? Or maybe he had taken the day off to-

The sound of three knocks against the outside of your office door shakes you from the thought. 

They were quick, firm, deliberate. 

You were so sure that it was Thomas knocking on your door to check on your progress that you found yourself collecting the papers scattered along your desk just so you could show them to him and rub it in his face that whatever he was asking for was done already. 

You clear your throat and straighten your back, you couldn’t wait to wipe that condescending smirk off of your boss’ face. “Come in.”

The doorknob turns slowly, starting to creak open just as much. Your office door hadn’t even opened fully yet and your stomach was already dropping at the realization of who you had just invited in, you didn’t even have to see him yet to know, the overwhelming smell of his cologne was enough to clue you in. 

“Oh, h-hi.” You choke out, quick to grab your keyboard before the man was fully revealed to you, tapping the space bar with a little too much force in hopes that it’d bring your desktop computer to life faster. “Hey.” 

You clear your throat, suppressing the urge to roll your own eyes at yourself for how ridiculous you probably sounded right now. You tap the key quicker now and nearly sigh in relief when it finally turns on and displays an open document that you had left abandoned mid sentence earlier that morning. 

Matty doesn’t speak, he doesn’t even need to. The smell of his cologne mixed with a freshly smoked cigarette was enough to have your heart racing, your thighs clenching. You needed to get him out of here. Fast. 

“Need something?” The words fall out of your mouth in a quick panic. Your manicured nails linger over the keyboard as your eyes scan over the last full sentence you had typed earlier over and over again in an attempt for it to make some sense to you through your clouded mind.

Why couldn’t you comprehend the words typed in front of you? Why would you abandon the document in the middle of a sentence? And why wasn’t Matty speaking yet? Didn't he have a reason for coming into your office? 

You were sure that he did, he always had a plan for you when he walked through the threshold. You couldn’t help but wonder what he had in mind this time, your thighs clenching together softly as the endless possibilities race through your mind. 

With all the thick tension in the air you were sure that his belt would be involved in some form, a way to punish you for icing him out all day. You couldn’t help but wonder how long the bruises would stay this time, they lingered nearly three days the last time he-

No. See? This is what always happens. 

You hadn’t even looked at him yet and you were already fantasizing about the next time you’d be underneath him when there wasn’t even supposed to be a next time. 

You’re supposed to be done with him, you are done with him, you were determined to show him that. 

You just had to avoid eye contact with him at all costs to accomplish it, that’s all. 

Matty sighs, a hefty huff of air that feels like a bullet to the chest. You hated the thought of him being disappointed with you, the thought of it already has you threatening to crack.

“Yeah..” Matty trails off, his tone of voice as weak as your resolve. “Just need you to look over this before I hand it over to Thomas, want to make sure I did everything right.” 

And while his need for approval from you makes your heart jump, you keep your eyes glued to the computer screen before you. You knew what would happen if you allowed yourself even one glance at the older man. 

“Okay.” You reply offhandedly, starting to type a load of gibberish onto the document at the sound of Matty’s shoes shuffling against the carpet as he makes his way closer to you. Matty comes to a stop in front of your desk and you couldn’t help the way your heart started to pound at the closer proximity to the older man. Just the shadow of him in your peripheral vision alone was enough to make your thighs clench. “You can just leave it on my desk. I’ll look it over in a minute and slide it back under your door when I’m done.”

And really, you should have known Matty wouldn’t have accepted that for an answer, but you weren’t expecting him to downright laugh at the suggestion. A bitter laugh that could have easily been mistaken for a scoff, the sound of it shoots down your spine and spirals amongst the dread settling in your stomach at where this conversation might be headed. 

Matty tosses the folder full of paperwork down on your desk with more force than was deemed necessary and you jump slightly at the sound of it smacking against the wood. You clear your throat, straighten your back and continue to type nonsense into the document before you. 

You were determined to look too busy to have the conversation that you knew was on the tip of his tongue, you were too tired to rehash the same, never ending argument the two of you had been having for the past seven months. 

“Is that all you needed from me?” You dare to ask, the seven words had sounded much more confident in your head than they had been delivered to the man still lingering in front of your desk. 

You had hoped that you weren’t being too obvious with how desperately you were trying to push him out of here, but judging by the way Matty’s scoff bounces off the walls of your office, you were sure that you weren’t hiding it as well as you had hoped. 

Matty turns on his heels and makes his way towards your office door and even though you had spent the last few minutes wishing him away, now that he was actually leaving, you couldn’t help but fight off the urge to beg him to stay.

You finally take your eyes off of the computer screen, feeling safe enough to look at the man now that his back is facing you and your heart aches at the sight of him walking away from you. 

You nearly yell for him to stop, you nearly apologize for how you had been treating him all day, but the words are quick to die on the tip of your tongue at the sight of Matty reaching out to close the door to your office. 

He closes your door with the same force that he had thrown the folder down on your desk with, making quick work to turn the lock and the sound of it clicking has your heart dropping down to the growing pit in your stomach. 

Matty turns around to face you again before you’ve even had the chance to take your eyes off of him, quick to look back at your computer after the brief eye contact the two of you shared. 

You were hoping that you were quick enough that Matty had missed the action, but with the way his voice full of irritation rings through the tension in the room, you were sure he had seen everything. 

“You’re ignoring me.” Matty states it as if it’s a fact, as if he already has you all figured out. 

And maybe he did, but you sure as hell weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of being right.

“No I’m not.” You argue, back to typing gibberish on the screen before you, anything to distract yourself from the heat of Matty’s stare. You shrug. “I’m talking to you right now, aren’t I?”

You didn’t even have to look at Matty to know that he was rolling his dark eyes. 

“Okay.” Matty responds curtly, the irritation only increasing in his tone. “You’re avoiding me, then.”

“No, I’m not, I’ve-”

“Yes, you are.” Matty cuts off your already weak argument with a bitter laugh. “For fucks sake, you won’t even look at me.” 

And almost as though you were proving his point, you’re quick to divert your attention from the computer screen and focus it on the folder he had thrown down on your desk instead. You flip open the cover with manicured nails that tremble under his watchful eye, your own eyes flying over the numbers on the page far too quickly to actually comprehend any of them. 

“I’ve been busy all day.” You finish the sentence Matty had cut off before, lying through your teeth, hopeful that Matty wouldn’t see right through you. 

“No, you haven’t.” Matty counters, already catching you in a lie far too soon for your own liking. “I know that you haven’t because I’ve been playing solitaire all fucking day.”

Unfortunately for you, Matty was right. You hadn’t been busy at all. In fact, you had finished all of your work for the day hours ago, but you didn’t want him to know that because if he found that out then he’d for sure know that you were in fact avoiding him. 

And again, you refuse to give him the satisfaction of being right. 

“Yeah, well, you don’t have a meeting with Gabe tomorrow.” You snap back at him, turning the page in the paperwork Matty had given you despite the fact that you hadn't read a single line of the first one. 

Gabe was your boss Thomas’ boss. Thomas always made you tag along when Gabe wanted to meet with him under the excuse that you were his top employee but really you were positive that it had something to do with the way Gabe’s eyes seemed to stay on you the entire time Thomas was talking. 

It was impossible for Gabe to notice that Thomas was bullshitting him if he was only half listening. 

It was disgusting, but at least it got you out of the office for the day. 

Though, you were sure that if Matty knew what you endured during these meetings that Gabe wouldn’t have the eyes to ogle you with anymore. 

His jealousy was always deliciously ironic.

“Neither do you.” Matty bites back. “You have that meeting on Saturday.” Matty reminds you so confidently that your heart skips a beat in your chest and before you can even ask him how he knows that, he’s providing you with an answer. “I remember that because you were complaining to me about Thomas making you work on the weekend.”

You remember that day vividly, the way you had stormed into Matty’s office in a blind rage and ranted your way through every cuss word in the dictionary about how Thomas had ruined your weekend plans by forcing you to attend this meeting with Gabe. 

At the time, you didn’t think that Matty had been listening to you at all, he had spent most of your rant with his lips pressed to your neck and a whispered promise against the skin about how he would help ease your stress. 

You couldn’t help but flush now from realizing that he not only was listening, but remembered. God, the bar was in hell.

“Well, it’s not really work, you know.” You try to come up with a defense that Matty is quick to shut down. “It’s-”

“It’s lunch. I know, I know.” Matty groans, his hands held up in defense, surely rolling his eyes. “And you hate doing lunch meetings because you feel as though you never get the chance to properly eat, believe me, I know.”

You hide the deepening blush by diving deeper into the paperwork Matty had thrown on your desk earlier. Maybe it was dumb of you to have wished earlier that Matty wouldn’t see right through you, maybe he already knew you too well. 

And while his memorization of your schedule does have your resolve weakening, those walls you had seemed to build up in the past day were starting to crack, you refused to give in so easily. 

You owed it to yourself, to her, to stay strong. 

“Right.” You reply curtly. What was your excuse now? You clear your throat and turn to the next page that would be left unread just as the past two had been. “Well, I-I’ve been busy with other stuff.”

“Oh, bullshit.” Matty scoffs, walking away from your office door that he had just closed and locked in favor of stomping his way back over to stand in front of your desk. You grip the page a little tighter at the closer proximity to the older man. “You know, I can count on one fucking hand the amount of times you’ve willingly chosen to do your job over doing me instead.” And just like that, Matty had single handedly stolen any other defense you might have mustered up because fuck if you couldn’t come up with an argument for that. “So either you’re campaigning for employee of the month or something happened between us that I’m unaware of.”

And there it was. 

The final nail in the coffin that would start the inevitable conversation that would lead down the same argument the two of you have been having for months now. 

You didn’t want to fight. You didn’t want to hear what excuse he’d come up with this time. You just wanted a fucking cigarette.  

You sigh, well aware that you were about to try and deflect but unsure of how far Matty would let you go without calling you out on it. 

“I mean, a parking space near the front door would be nice and-”

Not very far, it seems. 

“Why are you avoiding me?” Matty speaks in a voice much softer, more gentle than before. “What did I do to make you so mad at me?”

“Nothing.” You sigh, though the uncertainty trembles in your tone. “You didn’t do anything, Matty. It’s not that, it’s just-“

“Then why won’t you look at me?” Matty cuts you off and you couldn’t help but feel as though your heart was being ripped from your chest from the defeat bleeding through his somber tone. 

Matty leans down to place his hand over your own and you’d be damned if your eyes didn’t immediately glance up to meet his own just from the contact, your heart hammering against your ribcage as your stomach flips just from the sight of him. 

Maybe it was the way he was looking at you or the way his thumb was rubbing soothing circles against the back of your hand or maybe it was the way he sounded genuinely upset when he was asking. Whatever it was, as you stared up into his dark eyes, you found it nearly impossible to think about the consequences of what you were about to say before it was blurting from your mouth. 

“Farrah.” Her name spills from your tongue like venom in a meek tone that has you feeling rather sick to your stomach. Matty blinks at you, not daring to speak before waiting to see where you were going with this. You sigh, pulling your hand away from his own in a way that has a flash of hurt gracing his face. “You have a girlfriend, Matty.”

You sounded as defeated as you felt, your heart already cracking in two before he even had the chance to answer. 

And he does, stupidly. 

“...I know that.” Matty treads lightly yet it kills you inside just the same. How could he be so casual about something like this? Something so wrong, so… vile.  

You sigh. “We can't keep doing this.”

“Doing what?” Matty asks as if he doesn’t already know the answer, sure that he just wanted to hear you say it. 

“This.” You stress. “Sneaking around, hooking up, playing pretend.” You sigh. “I-It’s exhausting.”

“I’m not pretending.” Matty argues and of course that would be the one part of your sentence he clings on to. Matty leans down and places both hands at the edge of your desk, bringing his face more level with your own as he stares into your eyes and promises. “When I say that I want you, I mean that. I’m not playing pretend, I actually like-“

“You have to stop.” The words barely come out more than a whisper as you beg the tears not to swell in your eyes. As desperately as you wanted to hear him confess real feelings for you, you were terrified that they were only being said as some big ploy just to get you to forgive him and spread your legs, you couldn’t bear the thought. “We have to stop.”

“Why?” Matty exasperated, the frustration clear in his tone. 

“You have a girlfriend.” You speak a little slower, a little harsher, wanting to ensure that the older man heard you loud and clear this time. 

“Well, she didn’t seem to matter yesterday when you were begging me to let you cum.” Matty bites back and you hate the way his words shoot straight down to your core. 

The memory of yesterday in the supply closet all comes rushing back to you in a way that has your thighs clenching under your desk. The pull of your hair, the drool that dripped down your chin, the knocked over stapler left on the ground for someone else to pick up afterwards. 

You would do anything to feel his hands on your body again and it hadn't even been a full twenty four hours since you last had. God, you were pathetic.

And with the way his eyes were roaming your body amongst the thick silence in the room, you knew he was thinking the same thing. All you’d have to do is bat your eyelashes at the older man once and he’d be all over you, devouring you in a way that only he ever had. 

But you don’t, you can’t. That would be the exact opposite of putting your foot down and ending things with him. 

“If she didn’t matter yesterday or the day before that or for the past few months, why does she matter now?” Matty interrupts you from your daydream, his hand moving closer to your own on top of your desk, his fingertips brushing against yours in a way that has a jolt running up your spine. “I want you, that’s all that matters.”

It was sickening how well he knew all the right things to say to make you fold, how to sweet talk his way out of being the bad guy. Though to be fair, he has had seven months of practice to perfect it.

You could feel the walls you built up crumbling more and more, your fingertips twitch against his own and you were nearly about to say fuck it and let him ravish you but you desperately cling onto what little resolve you have left to scoff in his face.

“Do you not hear yourself right now?” You shake your head softly, pulling your hand away from his yet again in a poor attempt to put some distance between the two of you. “God, is there no part of you that feels like what we’re doing is wrong? 

“I mean, morally? Maybe.” Matty shrugs, standing up a little straighter now to disguise the hurt that flashed on his face from you pulling away from him for the second time. “I’m sure there’s something written about it in the bible, but I’m an atheist, so.”

“Matty, I’m serious.” You deadpan.

“So am I.” The three words had barely left his tongue before he started to slowly round the desk, making his way closer to you. Your stomach plummets at the sight. “I want you.” Matty voice drops an octave, the sound has your stomach flipping. “All the fucking time. You’re all I think about, baby.”

You swallow hard, your thighs clench.

This was the beginning of the end, you knew it. 

He knew it, you could tell by the gleam in his eye, the way the corner of his mouth twitched. 

You could already feel those weak walls you had built up starting to cave in from the pet name alone and the closer Matty stepped towards you, the harder you silently hoped that he couldn’t hear how intensely your heart was pounding right now.

Matty takes another step forward and you couldn’t help but push your office chair away from the desk in some last stitch effort to put some space between the two of you. 

“Matty, I-“

“I know that you want me too, I can see your fucking thighs clenching right now.” Matty cuts you off to say, taking another step forward, close enough now that the tips of his shoes were brushing against your own. “Is that the real reason you’ve been avoiding me all day?” 

You didn't respond, any defense you could have mustered up died in your throat as soon as Matty leaned down to make his face level with your own, his hands bracing the arm rests of the chair you were sitting in and effectively caging you in. 

“Matty-“

“You knew that as soon as I came around, you’d fold?” Matty pouts in a condescending way that has your thighs betraying you and clenching in an attempt to ease the dull, throbbing ache between them. “Can only keep this little act of being done with me up when I’m not around?”

Your chest was rising and falling rapidly, tempting Matty’s gaze to fall down and watch the spectacle, his dark eyes roaming your body as if he was already undressing you in his mind.

“I-It’s not an act.” Your voice was as weak as the words you were speaking, you both knew good and well that you were lying through your teeth. Of course you wanted him, he was all you ever wanted. But he shouldn’t be and that’s the entire problem that you were trying to solve. “We’re done, Matty. This is done.”

“Oh, it’s not an act?” Matty tilts his head to the side ever so slightly, his pout deepening before the corners of his mouth twitch just enough to make your stomach sink before he’s taking a step back and falling to his knees on the carpet of your office floor with a thud. “You’re done with me? Don’t want me anymore?”

Your eyes widen slightly as your mouth parts just from the sight of him, from how quickly he had fallen down to his knees in front of you. You swallow thickly as you stare down at the older man who was looking back up at you in a way that had your stomach flipping with power. 

He looked so pretty like this, so sinful like this, down on his knees with a hungry desperation swimming in his dark eyes. Matty’s hands trail up the side of your calf and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch, the action only twitches Matty’s smirk further. 

He had you exactly where he wanted you, he knew he was about to win. 

“W-What are you doing?” The words fell out breathless, panicked. 

Your heart races against your ribcage as Matty’s hands start to trail up the expanse of your thighs now, pushing your skirt up along the way. Your body betrays you once more as your legs part slightly on instinct, Matty’s fingers dig into your flesh at the sight. 

“Whatever you want me to, baby.” Matty’s voice is low, sultry, it shoots straight to your throbbing chore that desperately aches for the older man on his knees in front of you. 

Matty glances up at you through his impossibly long lashes before leaning forward to press an open mouth kiss to the top of your thigh, then another and another, slowly trailing his way towards the inside as his hands hook behind your knees and start to spread your legs. 

You don’t fight him on it, you even adjust to make it easier on him, something he rewards you with by grazing his teeth along the inside of your thigh before digging his canine teeth into the flesh and making you gasp. 

You should have told him no, you should have pulled away. But your core is throbbing, your hips are already arching and Matty is staring up at you as if he could eat you alive. 

You’d be silly not to let him take a bite. 

Because this time, he’s the one desperate, he’s the one chasing you. And for now, that was enough for you to throw all morality out the window. 

How much more harm could one more time really do?

Matty hooks one of your legs over the arm rest of your office chair and the other over his shoulder. Your skirt is bunched at your waist, your thighs trembling slightly as he pushes them apart with strong hands and settles between them. 

“Just say the word and I’m yours.” Matty coos against the inside of your thigh, sealing the ironic sentiment with a wet kiss that makes your leg twitch. 

Oh, how you wish it were that easy. 

Matty rests his head against your thigh, blinking up at you with innocent eyes that held a devious glint to match the smirk he was biting back as his hands trail up the insides of your thighs. 

“Or tell me that you don’t want me anymore.” Matty suggests with a slight pout that makes your core clench. “Just say the word and I’m gone.”

Dread settles in your stomach at the thought. 

Matty’s hand slides up the expanse of your thigh, leaving a trail of open mouth kisses in its shadow as his fingers trace along the edge of your thong before slipping underneath the lace and pulling it off to the side. 

You shiver as the cool air hits your wetness, squirming in your office chair in a way that only spreads Matty’s condescending smirk further. He knew there was no chance in hell you were about to send him away now, yet he continues to tease you further anyhow. 

“C’mon, love, tell me.” Matty mumbles against your inner thigh, glancing up at you from between them and the sight of him nearly makes you moan. “Tell me that you’re really done with me this time and I’ll walk out that door and leave you alone for good.” 

“Matty, I- fuck.” You crumble just as quickly as you start from the feeling of Matty blowing over your dripping core, you squirm with a little more purpose now, desperate for him to ease the ache between your thighs. 

And even though he was offering to do exactly what you desperately needed him to, it wasn’t what you wanted anymore. The thought of him walking away and never speaking to you again had you feeling rather sick to your stomach. 

You didn’t want him to go away, you wanted him to be with you, even if it was in a way you’d have to settle for. 

You wanted him right now, tomorrow, forever. 

And yes, it was morally wrong but who cares about morals when doing something terrible felt this fucking good? 

God, you were never going to put a stop to this, were you?

“Matty, I-I-“

“Mhm?” Matty hums against your inner thigh, his teeth grazing against the flesh in a way that has your chest rising and falling rapidly in succession.

“I-“ You attempt to start again but cut yourself off to swallow thickly at the feeling of Matty starting to trail open mouth kisses higher, his tongue peeking out to soothe the areas he’d bite just to feel your body jolt underneath him. “Matty, fuck, I-“ 

He was so close to where you wanted him, you could feel his breath ghosting over your core and you couldn’t help but feel unashamed as you rolled your hips in a desperate attempt to pull him into you. 

Your eyes roll back at the feeling of Matty’s breathless laughter fanning over you, he blows one last stream of air against your throbbing core and you’re done for. 

“Please.” You begged for the older man and while it wasn’t necessarily the exact wording that he was looking for, it was enough to have his smirk blown full and wide now. 

“There she is.” Matty coos, his fingertips digging into the flesh of your thighs before sliding up to your hips and taking hold of them so he could scoot you closer to the edge of your office chair. You gasp at the way he was manhandling you, already throbbing and he hadn’t even touched you yet. “See? Knew you’d cave.”

Your eyes were rolling out of annoyance before he could even finish gloating, attempting to bite back words at him that only came out breathless and desperate. “Shut the fuck up.”

His dark eyes stare up at you hungrily through his ridiculously long lashes in a way that already has you threading your manicured nails through his messy curls.

“Yes ma’am.” Matty winks and then he’s leaning in to lick his first strip up your core. 

You gasp at the feeling of his tongue sliding over you, slow at first. Almost as if he was savoring it, worshipping you. His hands lock tightly around your thighs to keep you there. 

“Baby.” He groans against your core, as if he had missed the taste of you when it hadn’t even been a full twenty four hours since he was between your legs last. He leans in to take another lick, just as slow and sure as the first, sealing it with a kiss to your bundle of nerves this time before mumbling against your core. “My sweet girl.”

“Matty.” You whimper, breathless and desperate, tugging on his curls and squirming in your office chair, silently begging for more. “Please, I-I want you, I’m sorry.” You swallow down a whine from the feeling of him kissing your clit softly once more, your hips jerk at the sensation. You shake your head in some poor attempt to clear your mind, desperate to find the words to make him fold and feeling like an idiot when you finally realize what he was waiting for. “I need you.”

Matty groans before diving into you in a way that makes you gasp, your head falling back against your office chair as his tongue drags through your folds in a possessive way that already had you feeling dizzy. 

Matty’s blunt fingernails dig into the flesh of your thighs as his sure tongue swirls over your clit in a way that already had you tugging on his hair and whimpering from the pleasure blooming through your veins, Matty grins against your core at the sound. 

You moan through a face screwed in pleasure at the feeling, biting your lip in a poor attempt to mask the sound, but it’s only foolproof for a minute before Matty knocks it loose by drawing a breathless whimper from you as his tongue laps greedily at all you had to offer.

You fought to catch your breath as Matty devoured between your legs in a way that seemed as though he had something to show, something to prove, a way to demonstrate that nobody could make you feel the way that he did. 

It was a way to ensure that you would never even think about being done with him again.

And Christ, why would you want to be? Not when he ate you out like this.

Messy, filthy, starving. 

It was almost as though he was trying to wipe your mind clear of any guilt or thoughts of the blonde that landed him on his knees in the first place. 

“Fuck.” You sigh, whimpering his name in a way that has Matty groaning against your core, the vibrations that follow only make your eyes roll back in pleasure. 

Endless moans and whimpers tumble from your bitten raw lips as Matty’s unrelenting tongue lights your body ablaze, a broken moan ripped from your throat when Matty swirls his tongue around your swollen clit before sucking it into his mouth gently. Your body jolts at the sensation and Matty lets your bundle of nerves fall from his lips with a smile. 

A whimper that couldn’t be described as anything other than pitiful falls from your tongue when Matty doesn’t dive back into you, your core throbs insistently, desperately in his absence. 

“You know,” Matty starts casually, his voice gruff and shooting straight down to your core. “after all the times I’ve fucked you, you’d think you’d learn how to be quiet.”

Almost as if he was trying to prove a point, he leans in to dribble spit from his mouth over your already dripping core and you couldn’t help the long, drawn out moan that falls from your pink lips at the filthy sight. 

Matty smirks at the sound, at the sight of you squirming for more as two of his fingers absent mindedly trace over the wetness that he left behind. 

“Filthy girl.” Matty teases, his thumb coming to rub gentle circles against your swollen clit that begs for the attention, your thighs tremble at the pleasure that blooms in your stomach. 

You swallow down a moan as Matty’s thumb continues to swirl over your bundle of nerves. It wasn’t like you were trying to be loud, you couldn’t help it, Matty made sure of that. 

“You know,” You start breathless, powerless, your eyes glazed over from the pleasure rolling through you as Matty’s eyebrow raises in interest of what you were about to say. “after all the times you’ve fucked me, you’d think you’d learn how to make me cum faster before someone hears me.”

The shift in his demeanor is almost immediate. His eyes darken to convey the dangerous challenge you had just set and a mocking laughter fell from his swollen lips in a way that tells you that you had just sealed your own fate. 

“Oh, baby.” Matty coos, an evil grin spread over his beautiful face as two of his fingers tease at your entrance and you were gasping before he had even started pushing them inside, your mouth falling open slowly when he finally did. Matty tilts his head ever so slightly to the side with a small pout that has your core already clenching around his half inserted fingers. Matty tsks. “Silly, silly girl.”

Matty’s fingers bottom out to his knuckles and he doesn’t even give you time to adjust to the stretch before he’s pulling them out and fucking them back into you so quickly that it knocks what little air you had left out of your lungs. 

You grip Matty’s messy, grey-streaked curls so tightly that Matty winces from the pain in his scalp but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care about the pain he was enduring when he was fucking you like this. 

Matty’s left hand grips your hip to ensure you’d stay in place while his right fucks into you in an unrelenting rhythm that has your glazed over eyes rolling back. 

Matty kisses the inside of your thighs as messily as you felt dripping all over your office chair, moaning against your thighs when you’d pull on his hair and sucking marks against the flesh that you knew wouldn’t fade for days. You wished you could get them tattooed and make them stay forever. 

Matty licks his way up your inner thigh until his mouth returns to your clit. You cry out as he sucks your bundle of nerves into his mouth, your cunt clenching around him tightly as his fingers curl deep inside, finding that spot inside of you that makes your vision blur almost instantly. 

It shows how well he has your body memorized, as if he had been fucking you for years. 

You clamp your own hand over your mouth to hide the moan that rips from your throat at the pleasure rolling through you and Matty grins against your cunt at the sight. You press your palm down harder over your mouth when you glance down at him between your thighs only to find him staring right back up at you with a certain gleam in his eye that made your stomach flip. 

He always looked so pretty like this. Messy hair, dark and dazed eyes, drunk on pussy and pleasing you. And if you thought he had a point to prove before, he sure as fuck had one to prove now that you had challenged him. 

It was clear in the way he fucks his fingers into you hard, fast, messy. His hot tongue slides over your clit and his lips suck it into his mouth with greedy, wet pulls that make your head slam back against the headrest. 

The combination is too much. Too deep, too wet, too delicious. 

You tug on Matty’s hair harshly with one hand while the other leaves your mouth in favor of digging manicured nails into the leather of your office chair, desperate to ground yourself through the floating feeling that all the pleasure rolling through you was providing. 

Your body was on fire, melting against your office chair, you felt as though you couldn’t breathe. 

Matty made sure of that with the way his fingers curl inside of you as his tongue flicks and circles around your clit until your thighs are shaking uncontrollably. 

“Oh my god.” You moan, face screwed in pleasure as you bite your lip to suppress a whimper that breaks free. Matty knocks your mouth loose with a moan from the feeling of his teeth grazing over your clit. “Jesus Christ, Matty.”

Matty pulls away from your cunt with a delicious suck to your clit, you whimper as it falls from his mouth, though his fingers don’t slow in pace even slightly. You know he’s about to reprimand you before he even gets the chance to speak. 

“Keep still.” Matty orders through a gruff, gravely voice that only makes you squirm and writhe in your chair more. His free hand pins your hip down, sure to leave bruises behind with how harshly he was gripping the area, holding you down while his mouth and fingers work ruthlessly and relentlessly in tandem to make you fall apart. Matty winks. “And be quiet.”

But god, that was impossible. 

Every thrust of his fingers punches a moan out of you and every flick or swirl of his tongue sends jolts of pleasure through your body. 

You’re already close, embarrassingly close. 

Matty knows it, it’s why he doubles his efforts over you. 

He fucks you harder, faster. Your fingers twisting and pulling through his messy curls as he growls against your cunt. He flicks, flattens and circles his tongue around your clit until your hips jerk in his grip. 

Matty groans against your core like he’s the one coming undone, taking his hand off of your hip in favor of sliding it up to press firmly on your lower stomach, heightening the feeling of his fingers fucking into you. 

“Fuck, I- Matty.” The words practically drool from your mouth, so drunk on pleasure that you couldn’t find it in yourself to even care about how fucked out you probably looked right now. “Please.”

You were so close that you could taste it, that all too familiar heat simmering in your stomach and crawling up your spine. You were shaking, every nerve frayed, every thought gone. 

All you could think, all you could say was Matty, Matty, Matty.

You clench around Matty’s fingers as they curl inside of you, feeling as though your brain was melting out of your ears as the pleasure consumes you. You roll your hips to meet the thrusts of his hand and Matty groans at your unashamed desperation. 

“Fuck, Matty, I-“ A pitiful whimper cuts you off, your toes curling inside of your heels as the heat building in your stomach coils tighter and tighter, your skin ablaze as Matty fucks you hard and fast. “Gonna- fuck me.”

“I know, baby, I know.” Matty coos against your cunt, curling his fingers once more and making your body jolt from the pleasure. He greedily sucks your clit between his swollen lips he moans against your cunt as if it’s his pleasure on the line. “Fuck, I can feel how fucking close you are, baby.”

“Matty.” You moan his name like it’s gospel, clenching around his fingers with thighs that tremble from pleasure and desperation. “Fuck, please, can I-“

“Cum for me, baby girl.” Matty growls against your core before you could even finish asking, curling his fingers and fucking into you impossibly faster as your back arches off of your office chair. “You deserve it.”

Your nails dig into his scalp and into the armrest of the chair you were spread out on as you cum with a sharp cry, white hot pleasure all but consuming you as your body shakes and convulses in the squeaky office chair. Your core pulses and throbs around his fingers and against his mouth as he groans against you from the feeling of you falling apart around him.  

“Fuck, that’s it, baby.” Matty pulls away from your cunt to praise. “Always such a good fucking girl for me.”

Your back arches, legs tremble, fingers threading through his messy curls and pulling harshly as you cry out from the way his fingers continued to fuck you as if you still had an orgasm to chase. 

You were panting, soaked, ruined. But Matty doesn’t stop, he doesn’t slow down, he doesn’t even give you the chance to breathe. 

Matty licks and fucks his way through your high, absolutely relentless until tears were blurring your vision and you’re clawing at his curls in a desperate attempt to pull him away. 

“Matty.” You meant for his name to come out as a warning but the breathless tone poses little to no threat to the older man. “I-I can’t, please, I-“

“Yes, you can.” Matty decides through a growl, sucking your clit back into his mouth before pulling back with a pop. “You’re gonna be a good girl and give me one more.” Matty decides, curling his fingers and giving a gentle kiss to your sensitive clit. “You can do that for me, right, baby?”

And fuck, you do. 

Your body melts against the office chair as Matty’s fingers fuck and curl while his tongue swirls and sucks you to another high. You weren’t even sure if you had fully come down from the first one yet by the time your second one was climbing up your spine, all of the pleasure started to blur together just as your eyes had from the way Matty was spelling his name with his tongue over your clit. 

Your second orgasm rolls through you harsher than the first. Your vision blurred, your thighs quivering, your breath shattering into broken and breathless moans as your back arches off the chair and your body jerks through yet another high. 

Matty moans against you as if he too was feeling some form of pleasure just from getting you off, lapping up everything you had to offer him as if he was starving. 

You’re panting, absolutely wrecked, head lolling against the chair as Matty finishes cleaning you up. You use what little energy you have left to tug his hair one last time, thankful when he actually comes out of your thighs this time. 

Matty flashes you a wet smile, his chin glistening in the light, his curls an absolute mess from your grip. You clench just at the sight of him, groaning when Matty curls his fingers inside of you one last time at the feeling before slowly pulling out of you. You whimper at the loss of him.

“Fuck me.” You pant out, boneless against your office chair as the aftershocks of your two orgasms roll through you. 

Matty wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and shoots you a cheeky grin that already has you rolling your eyes out of faux annoyance before he can even tease. “I believe I just did.”

“Shut up.” You groan through a huff of laughter, knocking your knee thrown over his shoulder against his cheek softly. “Awful joke.”

Matty shrugs, turning his head to the side to plant one last kiss to the inside of your thigh before gently taking your leg off of his shoulder and placing your foot back down on the ground. You hadn’t even attempted to stand on it yet and you knew it was sure to be wobbly. 

Matty reaches out to take hold of your thighs, holding onto them for some form of support as he starts to stand up from his spot on the ground, the sound of his knees cracking as he stands up straight echo throughout the room and you couldn’t help but giggle. 

“Don’t.” Matty is quick to hold a finger up to put a stop to whatever joke you were about to make at his expense. “You don’t get to poke fun at my age when I just made you cum twice, that’s an unspoken rule.”

“I wasn’t going to say anything.” You hold your hands up in defense and Matty only rolls his eyes in return, knowing that some form of a joke had to be sitting at the tip of your tongue. You lift your hand and cross your fingers. “Scouts honor.”

Matty narrows his eyes at you before rolling them and releasing a hefty sigh. “Alright, let me hear it.”

“What?” You giggle, innocent as ever. “It’s just that, you know, sometimes Thomas makes me book his doctor appointments for him.” Matty just raises a brow in return, waiting for the inevitable punchline. “I was just going to offer to book you a knee replacement the next time I'm on the phone with them, that’s all.” You shrug, biting back a smile when Matty’s dark eyes roll. “They’re very common with men of your age.”

“My age -“ Matty scoffs. “I am thirty four, I’ll have you know.”

“Oh, I know.” You reply with slightly widened eyes and a raised brow that Matty knocks loose by reaching out to pinch your cheek, throwing you back into a fit of giggles. 

“Cheeky little thing.” Matty murmurs, his gaze falling to your lips. “You’re lucky you’re so pretty.” 

You couldn’t help the way your heart jumps at the compliment, willing your cheeks not to flush as you shake your head softly to distract from the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. 

“Oh, fuck.” Your eyes suddenly grow wide as Matty’s filled with concern at your sudden outburst. “Do you want me to…” You trail off, glancing down at where he was straining against his slacks. You tilt your head to the side softly. “…You know.”

“What?” Matty’s eyebrows furrow for a split second before he glances down to see where your line of vision was focused. “Oh! No, no, don’t worry about me.” 

Matty clears his throat as he reaches down to adjust himself, your tongue feels thick at the sight, suddenly you feel as though you could go several more rounds. 

“I can-“ You start to offer but Matty is quick to interrupt. 

“It’s fine, don’t-“ Matty starts to wave you off, but now you’re the one speaking over him. 

“No, I want to-“ You fight to assure but Matty is quick to stop you once again. 

“It’s fine.” Matty stresses. “I promise.” He reassures, reaching out to take hold of your chin softly, his thumb grazing your bottom lip. “I want this to be about you.”

There was a certain gleam in his eye as he spoke and as desperately as you wanted to ask him what he meant by that, Matty was clearing his throat and dropping his hand from your face in favor of throwing one over his shoulder to point in the direction of your office door. 

“Did you bring food?” Matty asks and with the way he’s quickly clearing his throat and scratching the back of his neck awkwardly, you can tell that it didn’t come out the way he meant for it to. “Lunch.” Matty corrects himself, cracking his knuckles, shrugging. “We could, you know, sit together.” 

For the first time since you’ve known him, Matty actually sounded a little nervous, an emotion that seemed like such a foreign concept coming from him. Why would he be nervous about asking you to take lunch together when that wasn’t uncommon for the two of you. 

Though, to be fair, the two of you rarely actually sat down and ate in the hour of free time you had. Well, Matty did, sometimes. If you counted as a meal. 

“All that eating sure made me hungry.” The nervous joke falls from Matty’s tongue and you couldn’t help but snort at how terrible it was. “That was awful, wasn’t it?” Matty nods and you couldn’t help but mirror the action. “Right.” He sighs. “Lunch?”

You felt as though you were in middle school all over again, being asked by your first boyfriend if you wanted to sit with him in the cafeteria. 

Maybe that’s why Matty was nervous. 

Because for once he wasn’t asking you to spend your lunch hour with him under the innocent disguise of knowing the two of you would find a vacant room to hook up in. He was asking you to sit down and have lunch with him because he genuinely wanted to spend the time with you. 

And somehow that thought alone had you feeling more on cloud nine than the two orgasms you had under your belt. 

“Oh, I uh- I didn’t bring any lunch today.” You shoot Matty an awkward smile that he narrows his eyes at. “I had planned on leaving the office to eat today.” You explain, shrugging through a bashful roll of your eyes. “You know, the whole trying to avoid you act.”

“Right, right.” Matty nods slowly and for a second you’re worried that he was upset with you all over again until the corners of his mouth twitch into a smile and his beautifully dark brown eyes roll dramatically. “C’mon.” Matty tips his head in the direction of the door. “We can cut my sandwich in half and share.” 

He speaks the words as if they’re set in stone, no room for you to argue or suggest anything different. And when you don’t immediately stand up from your office chair to follow him towards the break room, Matty offers out a hand to you and shoots you a wink. 

“I’ll even throw in a soda from the vending machine.” Matty tempts you further, wiggling his fingertips in an attempt to persuade you to take hold of his hand that was still outstretched towards you. 

“A soda?” You gasp in faux shock, making the exchange sound far more exciting than it actually was. Matty was already rolling his eyes at your dramatic antics. “You keep spoiling me like this and you’ll never get rid of me.” 

“That’s the plan, yeah.” Matty smiles softly and your heart lurches at the underlying implications. He wiggles his fingertips with a little more urgency now. “Come on, don’t leave me hanging.”

You fight off a smile as you finally accept the hand he had been offering you, warmth spreading from your palm through your veins and all the way down to your toes from the feeling of his hand wrapped around your own as he pulls you to your feet. 

You selfishly stay glued in place in a desperate attempt to keep your hand locked with Matty’s even just for a few seconds longer, running your free hand through his grey-streaked curls and giving them a soft tug that makes him squeeze your hand just as softly in return. 

And in that moment, this felt real. Too real. Maybe that’s why you felt the need to offset the tension with a joke before Matty freaked out and ghosted you this time. 

You tug on his curls a little harsher now, smiling wide through yet another tease at the expense of his age. “My sugar daddy.”

“Oh, fuck off.” Matty snorts, giving your hand one last squeeze that was tighter than his last before dropping it all together and starting to walk toward your office door, not even turning to face you as he unlocks the door and repeats a sentiment from earlier. “You’re so lucky that you’re so pretty.” 

—

The alley behind the office building is quiet. Well, as quiet as an alley behind a building in the middle of New York City could get amongst the sound of traffic and construction. 

Matty leans against the wall with an open blazer, a few of the buttons undone on his shirt and the last cigarette of his pack dangling between his fingertips that you could not draw your attention away from. 

You were addicted to the way he waved the cigarette around as he spoke, addicted to the way his lips would wrap around the end of it when he brought it up towards his mouth, addicted to the way he’d toss his head back and blow out the smoke as if he was putting on some sort of show for you. 

And after the third smirk shot your way after Matty had caught you staring at the spectacle, you were more than certain that he was doing it all on purpose. 

You were standing close, arms tucked around yourself tightly as a way to try and combat the cool breeze, watching the smoke vanish into thin air and silently cursing yourself for leaving your own pack at home on your dresser. 

You watch closely as Matty takes a long drag, tossing his head back to exhale the thick cloud of smoke with a satisfied groan that shoots straight down to your core. You clench your thighs together softly, playing it off as if you were shifting your weight between your feet but you were sure Matty saw right through you anyway. 

Matty rolls his head to the side against the building to get a proper look at you, his dark eyes roam unashamedly over your frame and you couldn’t help but stand up a little straighter at the attention. 

You pull your eyes away from his mouth long enough to glance down at the cigarette held between his fingertips, glancing up at the older man through your lashes as you pout ever so slightly in a silent beg that Matty rolls his eyes and shakes his head at. 

“Spoiled little thing, you are.” Matty teases yet offers you his cigarette anyway. 

“As if you didn’t make me that way.” You quip, feeling rather bold as you accept the cigarette from him and the slightest bit of contact from his fingertips brushing against your own in the process of passing it over is enough to warm your freezing body. 

Matty hums, his dark eyes glued to the sight of you bringing his cigarette up to your mouth and you couldn’t help but put on a show by slowly opening your mouth and wrapping your lips around the end of it where his own had previously been. 

“Maybe I should learn to tell you no.” Matty suggests, crossing his arms over his chest and tilting his head to the side with a raised brow, as if he was awaiting for your response to the idea.

Your eyebrows furrow as you choose to ignore the comment in favor of inhaling a deep drag of nicotine and Matty huffs out a laugh at the sight. 

“Cherish that.” Matty comments offhandedly, an amused smirk spreads lazily on his face as he watches the smoke blow and curl from your mouth. “It’s my last one.”

You hum as your lips wrap back around the filter, making a show of taking a longer, slower drag of his cigarette this time. As if you were showing him how much you were in fact cherishing the carcass. You pull the cigarette away from your mouth and the smoke spills from your gloss coated lips in a way that Matty seemed to be entranced by. 

“How generous of you.” You tease, blowing what little smoke was left in your lungs directly in his face, washing him in grey and taking pride in the way Matty shifts from the action.

“Selfless, actually.” Matty corrects and you roll your eyes despite the way your lips twitch into a smile. 

You pass the cigarette back to him and Matty flicks the ash onto the wet pavement before bringing it up to his own mouth, his lips wrapping around where yours had just been in a way that had you feeling rather dizzy. 

Maybe it wasn’t the nicotine you craved after all. 

A sharp gust of wind bites through the thin material of your blouse and you shiver before you can stop yourself, tightening your arms around yourself and crossing your fingers in hopes that Matty hadn’t noticed. 

Of course, Matty noticed instantly. 

“Jesus Christ, love, why are you out here without a jacket on?” Matty scolds, though there’s a softer edge underneath it that warms your stomach. Matty shakes his head at himself as if he was disappointed that he hadn’t noticed sooner, his eyebrows furrowed in genuine concern even through the teasing tone of his voice. “Who raised you?”

“I didn’t think it’d be this cold.” You mumble in defense, rubbing your hands over your arms in an attempt to get rid of the goosebumps scattered there. 

“It’s February.” Matty deadpans, glaring at you. 

“Okay, well, it was warm in the office.” You huff, crossing your arms over your chest yet again when another gust of wind shoots down your spine. 

“Ah, yes, it was warm in the office that has a thermostat so why would you possibly need a jacket outside when there’s still remnants of snow on the ground?” Matty mocks with a pointed look that makes you roll your eyes simply because you couldn’t come up with a response better than that. Matty tsks. “C’mon, sweetheart, I thought you were only dumb when I fucked you that way.” 

You flush from Matty’s words as he holds the cigarette between his lips and shrugs out of his blazer. The movement was smooth, practiced, as if he’d done it a million times before. He had. Normally he did it blindly while kissing you and backing you into the nearest wall so he could - 

Well, now you were feeling rather warm. 

The black fabric slips from his shoulders and exposes all the addictive ink etched down his forearms and maybe you should forget to bring a jacket more often. 

Matty rounds your body until he’s behind you, lifting the blazer and spreading it wide before draping it over your shoulders himself. You couldn’t help but feel dizzy as the blazer practically consumed you. 

The size difference made Matty’s blazer nearly swallow you up, the end of it going just a smidge past the skirt you were wearing. You could still feel the warmth in the lining that lingered from his own body, could still smell his cologne that would surely cling to your clothing when you eventually gave the blazer back to him. 

You couldn’t help but wonder if your perfume would cling to his blazer in the same way, if he’d feel just as dizzy smelling you when he’d eventually put the item of clothing back on his own frame, how quickly he would get it dry cleaned to wash the smell of you out of it before someone else noticed the perfume that lingered didn’t belong to them. 

You suddenly felt on fire. 

From one extreme to the other as Matty pushes your hair off to one side as his other hand brings the cigarette around your shoulder and up to your mouth so you can take another hit as his lips press a daring kiss to the back of your neck. 

“There.” Matty mumbles against your skin, pulling the cigarette away from your mouth so you could breathe out the smoke you had so desperately sucked down from the sudden shift in the air. Matty walks back around your frame so he could lean against the same part of the office building he had been before, his eyes roaming your body unashamed and hungrily, quick to bring the cigarette up to his own mouth and mutter around it. “Looks good on you.”

You swallow, tugging on the blazer tighter as another big gust of wind comes through, suppressing the urge to roll your eyes when Matty doesn’t shiver at all. 

The air is freezing, but as you stand there in his blazer with his eyes roaming your body and a compliment swirling around in your mind, you couldn’t help but feel as though you were burning alive. 

—

“Fuck.” Matty tosses his head back in moan, deep and guttural, it shoots straight down to your core that couldn’t help but clench around him tighter at the sound. 

The leather of Matty’s office chair squeaks with every sharp bounce of your hips, his hand clamped tightly around your waist as he guides you up and down over his cock in a way that makes your eyes roll back from the pleasure blooming through you. 

“Christ, baby, look at you.” Matty groans. His tie is loose, shirt half unbuttoned, his curls slightly damp from the sweat collecting on his forehead as he watches you ruin yourself in his lap. Matty coos with a condescending tone that makes your stomach flip. “So fucking desperate for my cock that you had to pull me from a meeting, ‘s pathetic.” 

“Matty.” You whine, fingers clawing into his shoulder for balance and manicured nails biting through the material of his button up as you grind down, chasing the delicious friction against your clit that comes with every drag of him inside of you. “Fuck, Matty.”

“Yeah, that’s it.” Matty groans, voice rough, his lips curling into a filthy grin. “Love hearing you say my name when you’re stuffed full of me.”

You gasp, tilting forward, your forehead nearly brushing against his own as your pace stutters from the new angle. “Fuck, you’re s-so big.”

The slap of skin echoing throughout his otherwise silent office is obscene, it works in beautiful harmony with the creak of his office chair through each and every drop of your hips that drives him to fuck you deeper, harder, making it nearly impossible for you to think straight. 

“And look how well you’re taking me, baby, fuck.” Matty groans, planting his feet on the ground and bucking his hips up to meet the drop of your own in a way that has your mouth falling open in a long drawn out moan that you hoped nobody outside of these office walls could hear. “Fucking taking my cock like you were made for it, made for me.”

Your breath catches, thighs trembling, desperately riding the older man in his office chair to prove to him that you were in fact made to take him. You were sure of it. 

You drag him out nearly to the tip before slamming back down again, Matty chokes out a moan as his eyes flutter shut, his fingers dig harsher into your hip and sure to leave bruises behind. 

Your nails scrape down his chest as you grind in perfect harmony with him, slick dripping down over him and soaking your thighs. You’re so wet that you’re sure that he can hear it through the obscene sound of skin slapping, sure that he can feel it with every drag of your hips, even more certain now that his hand was trailing between your bodies and finding home against your sensitive bundle of nerves. 

His thumb presses against your clit so sure that your body jolts from the sensation as he circles hard, fast, ruthless. You nearly scream from the pleasure, collapsing against him and falling into his neck as it practically consumes you. 

“Sensitive little thing, aren’t you?” Matty coos, voice taunting, his hot breath fanning over your ear. “Haven’t seen me in a few days, huh? That why you’re so fucking desperate for my cock, sweet girl? You miss me?”

Your answer is a broken moan, hips moving frantically now with little to no shame, desperate and sloppy as his cock slides so deeply inside of you that it knocks the breath from your lungs. 

It had been a long, lonely weekend for you and after countless attempts of trying to recreate the feeling of Matty’s hand between your thighs with your own, you were more than desperate to pull him into his office the first chance that you could. 

“I can tell.” Matty brags with a certain curl of his lips that you didn’t even need to see because you could hear it. Your teeth drag over the pulse point in his neck as his thumb swirls over your clit in tight figure eights that only had that familiar heat in your stomach starting to bubble. And almost as though Matty could sense that, he licks over the shell of your ear before whispering hotly into it. “I bet you’re close already, aren’t you, princess?”

You whimper, hips stuttering. It’s good enough of an answer for you to feel the smirk spread over his face as his fingers dig into your hip and he guides your pace, forcing your hips down harder over his cock. The chair squeaks dangerously, every thrust of his hips meeting the drop of your own threatens to give it away, but neither of you dare to stop. 

Matty’s grip tightens, his thumb still abusing your clit while his cock repeatedly buries to the hilt so deeply that it makes your eyes roll back, makes you drool against his neck as you fight to keep up with the pace he was fucking you with. 

You were supposed to be the one in charge here, not him. 

But with every drop of your hips you were growing weaker and weaker, the pleasure becoming all too consuming to try and keep up with the older man. You could do nothing but sit there and take it as Matty drove you closer and closer to the edge from the swirl of his calloused fingertips, the drive of his cock deep inside of you. 

Matty is just as close, you could feel it in the way his hips stutter, the rough growl in his breathing, the way his fingers dig harsher into your hip to try and ground himself and hold off until you were falling apart first. 

And you weren’t far from it, you could feel it climbing up your spine, swimming through your veins as Matty doubled his efforts over you. Your nails dig into his chest as endless moans and whimpers tumble from your lips and melt against his neck. The squeak of the office chair and the obscene sound of his hips snapping into your own echoing throughout his office were a perfect example of how you felt right now. 

Frantic, desperate, filthy. 

You were so close you could taste it, just a few more swirls of his calloused fingertips, a couple more thrusts and that chord inside of you would snap and you’d fall apart all over him. 

It makes you all the more bitter when his office phone rings. 

The shrill ringtone cuts through the haze and makes you both freeze for a split second before Matty groans low in his chest, his forehead falling down on your collarbone. “Fuck’s sake, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

You’re breathless, your body still trembling from the stretch of his still length inside of you, you couldn’t help but whine and clench around him as the release you were so close to gets ripped away from you. 

Matty moans at the feeling and you couldn’t help but allow the sound to spark a wicked idea in your mind, one that made heat swirl in your stomach and the power you had once lost back within arms reach as you breathlessly mumble against his neck, “Answer it.”

Matty lets out a low, filthy laugh, shaking his head. “You’re fucking mad if you think I’m answering that balls deep.”

“C’mon.” You pant, grinding down on him slowly. You pulled yourself from his neck so you could look at him, your stomach flipping at the sight of his blown out eyes staring up at you in a way that already had the power rushing to your head. You pout, clenching around him softly. “It could be important.” 

“I promise that nothing could possibly be more important than you right now.” Matty groans at the feeling of you clenching around him and oh, if that didn’t make your heart sore. Even if he didn’t mean it in the way you took it, you couldn’t help but roll your hips over him as some form of reward. “Fuck, baby, let it go to voicemail.” Matty groans, bucking into you softly. “I can call whoever it is back after I finish fucking you, I know how badly you need me.”

And as tempting as it was, you couldn’t shake the itch and desire to watch him struggle to keep it together for once. You wanted him to be the one forcing himself to be quiet while you fucked him, you wanted to hold all of the power this time. 

You run manicured nails through his sweaty, grey-streaked curls and Matty’s face was already falling before your own could lift your own into a smirk as you leaned back to grab his office phone yourself, biting your lip to suppress to whine that threatened to tumble from the new angle as your fingers fumble for the receiver. 

You adjust your position back to normal, a wicked grin practically breaking your face as you press the phone up to Matty’s ear. Matty glares up at you in a way that was sure to be intimidating but was hard to see that way considering they were filled with nothing but heat. 

You couldn’t help but smile brightly, your right eye falling down into a wink before you mouth a quiet and slow hello in an attempt to remind him that there was someone waiting on the other end of the call for him to actually speak. 

Matty hesitates before pulling his thumb away from your clit in favor of taking the phone from your grasp, his jaw clenched as you roll your hips down in a way that already has him gripping the phone tighter. 

“Hello?” Matty’s voice is strained, rough, but steady enough. 

You smirk, proud of yourself as you lift your hips and bounce softly on him, feeling all too powerful as Matty swallows hard. The thrill of it all has you dripping, the idea of him fighting to keep his composure as you ride him while he’s on an office call makes your stomach flip. 

You had just lifted yourself until only his tip remained inside of you, ready to drop down and really start to fuck him when his face changes, dropping in a way as though he had just seen a ghost. 

“Farrah?” Matty’s voice tightens in an instant, his hand on your hip quick to grip harshly when your body drops down out of shock. He’s biting his lip so hard to suppress the moan that so desperately wants to release from the feeling that you could see the white edges around his lip from the pressure of his teeth. “H-Hey.”

Your heart lurches, your stomach drops so quickly that you nearly feel dizzy. Her name hits you like a punch to the gut, a slap in the face, a bullet to the chest. 

Matty’s grip on your hip tightens softly and suddenly you’re aware of everything. The way his jaw was tightening, the way his eyes flickered anywhere but your face, the sound of her voice faintly coming through the other end of the speaker. 

You freeze in his lap, the heat that has been swimming in your stomach turns rather cold from the situation you had put yourself in. You thought this would be hot, dangerous, thrilling. You never imagined that it would be her. 

You should have listened to Matty and let it go to voicemail, you’d be basking in the glow of an orgasm right now if you had. 

God, you hated when he was right. 

You're still, barely breathing, yet you couldn’t help but dig manicured nails into his chest from the jealousy that burned through you and the shame that tingled in your chest from how desperately you still wanted him. 

The pleasure that had been rolling through you had been delicious, addicting, now it just felt like a knife. 

Matty’s gaze flickers to you for half a second, almost apologetic or maybe it was a warning as he attempts to clear the rough edge from his throat before answering whatever question Farrah had asked. 

“Oh, nothing.” Matty’s answer came out surprisingly calm, collected, sounding not at all like the man who had just been gasping and moaning your name a few minutes ago. It makes your nails dig into his chest harder, he winces at the pain. “Ah-I’m just at the office, you know? Knee deep in paperwork.” Matty huffs out a strained laugh, one that doesn’t reach his eyes as he shakes his head softly. “Bored.”

And oh, if that didn’t make something sharp, sick and twisted snap inside of you. 

The fact that he wasn’t rushing to hang up the phone, that he wouldn’t even look at you, made you want to grab the phone and tell Farrah that he in fact wasn’t knee deep in paperwork but balls deep inside of you instead. 

The jealousy burned hot and mean through your veins, fueling that insistent need you had to prove yourself. To prove to Matty that you weren’t going to be a mistress forever, to prove to clueless Farrah that he wanted you more, to prove to yourself that you were in control. 

Bored? You’d make him eat those words. 

Your hands slide up his tattooed chest slowly, hooking over his shoulders as some form of support and before he can stop you, you start to move. You roll your hips slowly at first, dragging yourself up his thick length until you feel the ridge of his tip and then slam back down in a way that has Matty gripping your hip so tightly that you were sure it’d bruise. 

“W-What are you doing?” Matty stutters out a perfect response to you both, his dark eyes blown wide as his fingers dig in meanly to your flesh as a silent command to be still. 

You don’t listen, you rarely do, but especially not now. 

You grin, mean and sharp as you roll your hips down a little faster, grind a little harder before softly bouncing on Matty’s length. Every thrust brings him in a little deeper and has his hands wrapped around the phone and your hip tightening their grip as he fights to swallow a moan before it reaches the other end of the line. 

“Y-Yeah?” Matty stammers into the receiver, his eyes locked on yours now. Dark, blown out, pleading. It makes you feel all the more powerful as you ride him as filthily as you felt right now. “T-That sounds fun, I’m sure you’re enjoying yourself.”

His cool, calm and collected composure crumbles when his voice cracks halfway through from the feeling of you clenching around him. Matty shoots you a murderous glare, his jaw as tight as his grip on you as he desperately tries to stop your hips from dropping down on him in perfect rhythm. 

You couldn’t help the way your eyes roll back as you bounce on Matty’s length, your skin lit ablaze from the way he seemed to be talking to the both of you at once, it made you feel dizzy. 

Matty rolls his hips up to meet your own and you’re quick to crumble against him, your head finding home back in the crook of his neck and the new angle he was driving into you with had you whining against his pulse point. 

Matty’s blunt fingernails dig into your hip in a warning and this time, you’re quick to listen as you muffle your moans and whimpers by leaving a trail of lazy kisses that were much sweeter than the sinful drop of your hips. 

You drag your mouth up the column of his neck until you find that spot just beneath his jaw. He jolts, breath catching in his throat as you press an open mouth kiss there and the vibration of your moan melting against his neck nearly makes him choke. 

“Christ.” Matty hissed under his breath, a muffled moan tumbling from his lips when you clench around him, one his quickly disguises through a cough. “No, just uh- fuck, just spilled my coffee everywhere.” Matty lies quickly, beautifully through his teeth as his fingernails dig meanly into your hip to emphasize his words. “Fucking dripping all over me.”

Matty’s voice breaks mid sentence, the phone pressed tightly to his ear as if that would somehow hide how ragged his breathing is. He claws at your hip, desperate to hold you down but you’re relentless. Lifting, dropping and rolling your hips in a delicious rhythm until every wet drag of him inside of you has his thigh muscles twitching beneath you.

You grin against his neck as you keep kissing over his salty skin, nipping lightly before soothing the area with your tongue. You could feel his Adam’s apple bobbing from how hard he was swallowing down his moans, could feel his pulse hammering in his throat as you suck softly on his neck. Not hard enough to leave a mark, just enough to make him feel it. 

“Mhm.” Matty hums into the phone, tight jawed as he bites his lip to suppress the groan that threatens to spill as you thread your fingers through his hair and give the grey-streaked curls a soft tug that always drives him wild. 

Your nails scrape against his scalp as you kiss your way up his neck until you could whisper softly into his ear. “Keep talking.” Your voice sugar sweet as you nip at his earlobe, tugging on the silver hoop that dangles there with your teeth in a way that has him humming through a moan into the phone again. “Be a good boy.”

And Christ, if that didn’t have him nearly falling apart right then and there. 

Matty has to pull the phone far away from his ear in a desperate attempt to hide the broken, rough whimper that tumbled from his lips and oh, you were going to have so much fun with this newfound kink of his some other time when you could actually hear him freely whimpering for you. 

You come out of Matty’s neck long enough to make sure that he didn’t need you to press your hand over his mouth out of fear that he might actually expose the two of you and the sight of his blown out eyes makes you want to throw caution to the wind yourself. 

Matty grips your hip so tightly that his fingernails were sure to leave crescent moons behind as he holds the phone off to the side, gripping it tightly as he stares up at you with pleading eyes full of desire and hunger and fuck, you wanted to devour him. 

“Baby, I-“ Matty starts to beg and your heart lurches at the fact he was staring at you as he said it, nearly forgetting that his girlfriend was on the other end of the line but you’re quick to remind him by reaching out to grab his wrist and pull the phone back to his ear. Matty tosses his head back against the office chair and clenches his eyes shut in some attempt to compose himself before talking to Farrah again. “I-I didn’t hear you, sorry, what did you say?”

Matty inhales sharply and even though you knew he was only talking to Farrah this time, you couldn’t help but add fuel to the fire as your cunt clenches around him deliberately, making him shudder as you fall back into his neck just to lick a thick strip up the side of it until you reach his ear to whisper hotly into it. “Good boy.”

Matty’s whole body jolts beneath you, his hips twitching up involuntarily, burying himself deeper inside of you and your eyes roll back from the pleasure blooming through you at the new angle as your lips slide messily all over his neck. 

His thighs are trembling underneath you, his breathing is jagged, he’s holding onto the phone with one hand and your hip with the other as if they’re the only two things keeping him from unraveling completely. 

“Shit.” Matty mutters, moaning so low in his throat that only you could hear it, could feel it from the way your lips were pressed against his neck. Then, louder into the phone. “No, no, I-I’m fine. I just- fuck, I just stubbed my toe.” 

Your pace quickens, you bounce harder, reckless now and Matty nearly drops the phone. His knuckles are a bright shade of white as they grip it, sweat beading on his forehead in a way that makes his curls stick to it as your teeth graze over his pulse point as you clench around him in a way that has him groaning. 

“F-Fuck.” He chokes out and it’s too low, too raw, he immediately coughs to smother it. “O-On the corner of my desk, it really hurts.”

Matty’s trying, God, he’s trying so hard to sound steady, normal, but the way your hips roll down on him undo every careful breath he takes. You couldn’t help but giggle into Matty’s neck at his piss-poor attempt at coming up with an excuse as to why he was moaning and groaning during the conversation with his girlfriend. You weren’t quite sure what was more pathetic, his lies or the fact that Farrah was actually believing him. 

It drove you fucking crazy, knowing that Farrah was on the other end, completely clueless to the way you were slowly unraveling in her boyfriends lap. If only she knew the way he moaned your name, the way he pulled on your hair when he was spilling down your throat, the way he kept crawling back to you for more even though he knew she was sitting at home waiting on him. 

You leave messy, wet kisses all around Matty’s neck as your stomach flips and that all too familiar heat climbs up your spine, white hot pleasure burning you alive as you fuck yourself on Matty’s cock. You were so close that you could taste it and you’d be damned if you let it get ruined again. 

You lick a thick strip up the side of Matty’s neck, biting at the shell of his ear and tugging on the silver hoop that dangles there. Matty shudders at the feeling of you slamming down on him with each teasing brush of your lips against his hot skin. 

“I’m so close.” You moan directly into his ear, hot and filthy, clenching around him tightly as a whine spills from your swollen lips and travels down his spine in a way that has his fingernails digging meanly into the flesh of your hip. “Fuck, Matty, I’m so close. I-I’m gonna cum, please let me cum.”

“Oh my god.” Matty tosses his head back in a breathless pant as he shudders hard enough that the phone nearly slips from his grip, his eyes rolling back as his hips involuntarily buck up into you, melting perfectly together in a way that had him swallowing down a groan as you allowed yours to pour directly into his ear. 

“W-What?” Matty stutters into the phone, too busy listening to you moaning in his one ear to focus on what Farrah was saying in his other. He plants his feet on the ground so he could keep meeting the roll of your hips with a buck of his own as he continues to talk to his girlfriend as if he wasn’t unraveling you from the inside out. “S-Sorry, love, you’re breaking up.”

You couldn’t help but clench around him tightly, your teeth digging into the side of his neck under his ear meanly from the jealousy of the pet name for her slipping from his bitten raw lips. 

Matty pinches your hips in retaliation before finally allowing the hand he’s kept glued to your hip the entire time to betray him and slide between your bodies, your heart hammering in your throat as two of his calloused fingertips find your swollen bundle of nerves with a filthy precision. 

You jerk forward with a soft gasp as his fingers swirl tight, relentless circles over your clit, each stroke perfectly in tune with the way you were desperately bouncing on his cock. 

Matty hums as he pretends to listen to whatever Farrah is saying on the other end while your own breathing turns ragged, your hips stuttering as you grind against his hand, gripping onto his shirt for some form of purchase as white hot pleasure burns through your veins. 

You’re right there, so close, you know he can feel it too. The way you’re clenching around him, the way your nails dig into his chest, the way you’re panting in his ear. He has to know you’re on the brink of falling apart and when have you ever done that quietly?

“Don’t stop.” You beg breathlessly. You’re trembling now, grinding against his fingers, bouncing in a messy rhythm to meet his thrusts as you pant hotly into his ear. “Fuck, Matty, I’m right there. I’m so close, please, I-I can’t-“

“I know, baby.” Matty coos and something about his tone of voice lets you know that while it may have flowed in his conversation with Farrah, that he’s directly addressing you. It has you that much closer to falling apart. “Look, I’m working on something right now that I really need to finish off soon before it kills me.” 

Matty fights to keep his voice level while his fingers work over you harder, his hips fuck into you faster. You felt like you were burning alive from the pleasure and the double meaning of his words that couldn’t help but feel like a promise to you, you could only hope. 

“I-I’ll see you at home, yeah.” Matty stutters into the phone, words breaking into a half swallowed groan as you clench around him out of jealousy and whimper into his ear out of desperation. And maybe it was the hazy mind swimming in ecstasy, but you could have sworn you heard Farrah’s voice sending him off with a three word sentiment that he didn’t return as he hung up. “Mhm, bye.”

Matty’s two calloused fingertips swirl tight figure eights with ruthless precision as you clutch at his shirt, whimpering into his ear, teetering on the edge as the phone slams back down into its cradle. 

You clench around him at the sound, knowing that the two of you were alone again, it made the next moan fall out of your mouth more freely yet still mindful of the coworkers outside of these office walls. Because how ironic would that be? To make it through an entire phone call with Farrah without getting caught only to be discovered by someone you only ever saw in the copy room.

Matty wraps his now free hand in the base of your hair, yanking you out of his neck so he could get a proper look at you. You were sure to look as fucked out as you felt with glassed over eyes and spit drooling from the corner of your mouth. 

Matty groans at the sight, dropping your hair in favor of wrapping his hand around your throat so tightly that your mouth drops open in a weak attempt to catch some air. 

“You’re such a fucking brat.” Matty hisses, his mouth curling into a dark, dangerous grin. “Should fucking leave you laying on my desk with nothing for the way you just acted.” Matty threatens and you whine as best as you could with his hand wrapped around your throat in protest. Matty squeezes harder, fixing you with a particularly hard thrust while his calloused fingertips double their efforts over you. “What would you have done if she had caught on, huh?”

You shake your head as best as you can in the compromising position, clenching around his cock in desperation as tears start to swell in your eyes. 

“Please, I-I'm so close.” You choke out, words barely coming out more than a whisper from the pressure of his hand around your throat. “Please let me cum, Daddy.”

“Fuck.” Matty tosses his head back in a deep, guttural groan that shoots straight down to your core. “You’re lucky I’m so fucking close or I’d take you over my knee right now.” Matty growls and suddenly his fingers are as brutal as his hips as they work over you in tandem with tight circles and quick thrusts that make your vision blurry as he tightens his grip on your neck one last time before dropping it right before sending you over the edge. “Cum for me, princess. Show me how fucking filthy you can be.”

The command rips through you, hot and violent. Your body seizes, core pulsing around him, a broken cry ripped from your throat as pleasure crashes into you in hot waves. Your thighs shake, legs tremble as your nails dig into his shoulder and threaten to break the skin there as your orgasm rolls through you. 

Matty groans as he watches you fall apart in his lap. His hand never lets up between your thighs until you’re shaking, dripping, nearly sobbing from the intensity of it all. 

“Good girl.” Matty pants, kissing along the expanse of your jaw. “Good fucking girl, that’s it.” Matty coos as his hand slides from between your thighs in favor of gripping the other side of your hip. “That’s my fucking girl.”

Matty hisses as your body twitches and core throbs around him from the aftershocks of your own orgasm, gripping your hips tight as ever as he plants his feet on the ground and fucks into you hard and fast, using your body to chase his own release that he was already on the brink of. 

And for once, you don’t mind the idea of Matty using you. You whimper pitifully at the thought. 

You clench around him weakly and his hips stutter at the feeling, signaling that it wouldn’t take long for him to be hurdled over the edge. His groans are ragged, moans are broken. His thrusts are sharp, fast, punishing. The chair rattles beneath you with every thrust, you were surprised it was even still holding up at this point. 

“Fuck, you feel so good.” Matty groans, his forehead pressed against your own, his breath fanning over your lips as he moans. “Always feel so fucking good, fuck.” His hips bruise your waist, dragging your body down every time he slams up. “You like when Daddy uses your body to get himself off, baby girl?”

You moan weakly and nod against his forehead just as much, using what little energy you had left to clench around him one last time in hopes to help send him over the edge. 

“Fuck, baby, I-I can’t-“ Matty cuts himself off to moan, broken and deep. His hips falter, his rhythm messy and erratic now as he chases the high building inside of him. “Shit, princess, I-I’m gonna-“ 

Matty whimpers and you’ve never felt more alive as he fucks into you one, two, three more times before he yanks you up and pulls out of you with a strangle groan at the very last second. His fist is quick to wrap around his cock, jerking quick and rough until he’s panting and spilling all over your bare thighs, you couldn’t help but moan at the feeling. 

Matty collapses back in his office chair, chest rising and falling in uneven pulls as he fights to catch his breath that you and his high had stolen from him. You’re still fighting to catch your own as you tremble in his lap, wrecked and dripping with your own release and his painted hotly against your skin. 

“Fucking hell.” Matty sighs, his thumb rubbing soothing circles over your hip as he comes down from his high. He rolls his head to the side, a lazy smile spread over his face. “You’re gonna kill me one day.” 

You hum. A lazy, proud smile of your own spreads over your face as your hands slide up Matty’s chest until your fingertips are brushing against the base of his curls. 

“Do you know how tempting it is to make a joke about you already having one foot in the grave right now?” You tease, tugging on his grey-streaked curls softly and earning a pinch at your hip. Suddenly you gasp, eyes wide as you glance down to the material bunched around your waist. “Fuck, did you get cum on my skirt?” 

Matty snorts, huffing out a laugh as he glances down to where he had painted you white, the corners of his mouth twitching at the sight. 

“Not quite.” Matty smirks, dragging his thumb through a rope of his cum that had landed mere centimeters from the hem of your skirt. “You can relax, princess.” Your cheeks twinge with the slightest shade of pink from the pet name spoken outside of sex, even if it was spoken in a condescending tone. “I didn’t ruin your precious little skirt.” 

Your stomach simmers and a dull ache settles in your core as he brings his thumb up to your mouth and you suck it clean, moaning around the digit at the taste of him and he curls his thumb down on your tongue at the feeling.

“You’re the only thing I wanna ruin.” Matty coos, pulling his thumb from your mouth and sliding it against your lower lip, a mischievous glint in his eye as he tilts his head to the side and furrows his brow in a faux inquisitive act. “I think we’re up to, what? Five times on the ‘Daddy’ word count now?” He couldn’t even finish the sentences without smirking. He whistles low and teasing. “I don’t know, sweetheart, that number is getting a little high.”

You roll your eyes and hit his chest softly out of a playful annoyance. 

“Four.” You correct, glaring at him in a way that only blew his smirk wider. “It doesn’t count when you’re the one saying it.” You argue, even if it was hotter that way. You push your pointer finger into his chest. “And I don’t want to hear any teasing about me calling you Daddy when you were whimpering over me calling you a good b-“

“Alright, alright.” Matty is quick to cut you off, his hand falling back down to your hip so he could pinch it out of punishment. “There’s no need to bring that back up again.” Matty groans. “Ever.”

You giggle, shifting on top of his lap, your thighs still trembling as you straddle him and suddenly you’re all too aware of what just happened. There was no lust filled haze clouding your mind anymore and you can already start to feel the doubt and guilt starting to climb up your spine. 

You shift once more as you swallow thickly down a dry throat, your voice small as you ask. “That was… okay, right?”

Matty’s brow raises in a soft surprise. A short, breathless laugh falling from his bitten raw lips as he squeezes your hips softly. 

“Yeah, I think that me fucking whimpering for you is enough proof that what you said was more than okay with me.” Matty snorts, shaking his head at himself. “Fucking embarrassing though, I’m a grown man.”

“No, not that.” You roll your eyes, laughing softly as you twirl a curl around your finger. “I know that was okay, trust me.” You tease, tugging on a strand as you bite your lip out of hesitation. “I meant, you know..” You trail off, shifting in his lap once more and sighing when Matty waits for you to finish your own thought yourself. “The phone call.” You decide, hopeful that Matty wouldn’t make you say her name, you avoided doing so as much as you could. “That was okay?”

Matty laughs, low and wrecked, almost as though he’s appalled by the question. 

“Okay?” Matty scoffs and for a split second your stomach drops. “I nearly lost my fucking mind, couldn’t even form a coherent sentence with you riding me like that.” Matty pinches your hip and you flush a deeper shade of pink. “You have no idea how fucking hot that was.”

You smile a little, but it doesn’t stop the nerves gnawing at you in harmony with your teeth chewing against your bottom lip. 

“I know that it was hot, I just-“ You cut yourself off to sigh, trying to find the right words to articulate the thoughts buzzing in your mind. “I don’t know, I guess I’m just scared that I crossed the line or something.” 

Your voice suddenly is as small as you felt, dropping your gaze from Matty’s eyes as you allow the insecurities to creep inside and suddenly you were word vomiting all over the place. 

“Because that was a really stupid, dangerous thing for me to do.” You panic, your heart starting to race. “S-She could have heard us. I mean you were stuttering all over the place and fucking blaming a moan on a stubbed toe.” Your breath starts to quicken as the anxiety seeps into your bones. “I-I could have gotten us caught, I could have ruined everything and I-“

“Hey, slow down.” Matty is quick to cut you off. “Look at me.” 

His hand comes up to gently curl his fingers under your chin and tilt your face back towards his own. His eyes are still dark but softer now, steady on yours as he assures you. 

“You didn’t ruin anything, couldn’t ruin anything if you tried.” Matty's voice was as gentle as his touch, his fingertips rubbing soothingly along your jaw. “That was- fuck, that was perfect.” He sighs, squeezes your jaw a little tighter to emphasize. “You’re perfect.” And suddenly you didn’t feel so small anymore. “Don’t ever second guess yourself with me.”

But that seemed to be all your life had been full of since the day you met Matty. Second guessing, second best, second choice. You would always be in second place as long as she was in the picture. 

“But Farrah-“ 

“Stop.” He cuts you off gently, thumb brushing gently against your jaw. His smile is crooked, lazy, tired. “She doesn’t matter, not now.”

And as much as you wanted to believe that, you couldn’t. 

Because even with his cum painted all over the inside of your thighs, it was still her picture sitting in an expensive frame on his desk, she was still the one he went home to. 

“But she’s-“ You try to argue weakly but Matty is quick to cut you off again. 

“I know.” He nods calmly.

“And you haven’t-“

“I know.” Matty emphasizes, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips that was so quick you nearly missed it. “Soon.” He answers simply, not even giving you the space to ask the question he had heard a million times from you before. Matty squeezes your jaw softly as he stares into your eyes, his eyes gleaming with what you hoped was sincerity. “I promise.”

Soon. You mentally roll your eyes. You have been hearing soon for seven months now. When was he finally going to cave and break up with her already? 

Oh well, soon was better than never, right?

“Come on.” Matty taps your hip, quick to break you from the spiral he could see you quickly hurdling down. “Up.”

You pout out of protest, wincing in pain when you brace his shoulders for support as you plant one foot on the ground and the pain shoots through your thighs. 

“Fuck, I think you actually broke me.” You joke, manicured nails digging into Matty’s shoulders as you wobble slightly on trembling legs. “I don’t know how I’m going to be able to work for the rest of the day.”

Matty practically beams at the sight of you struggling to stand, his dark eyes roaming your body shamelessly from his place in his office chair. 

“Well, you won’t be able to do it with my cum dripping down your thighs now, will you?” Matty tsks, his eyes shifting back to the hardwood desk behind you, his head nodding in the direction of it. “Lay back for me, sweet girl.” 

“Matty, what are you-“ Your question gets cut off with a gasp from the feeling of Matty placing his hands on your hips and lifting you up onto the all too familiar desk before your brain even had the chance to catch up to the command. “doing?”

“Just being a gentleman.” Matty coos, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint as he places a hand on your stomach and gently pushes you down to lay out on his desk in a position you had found yourself in many times before. “You don’t want to ruin that pretty little skirt of yours, do you, princess?” Matty kisses your knee softly as his hands maneuver your legs to be thrown over his shoulders and you couldn’t help but whimper in response. “No? Then be a good girl for me and be quiet while I clean you up.”