🚨Warning- Extremely Mature content ahead- don't say you weren't warned. 🚨

It was late, my roommate still hadn't shown up, and I had a problem.

My stomach swirled with a heat that had been ignited by Matthew right in this very dorm room not even twelve hours before.

He'd texted that he'd be going out for a drink with Eli and would call me after, but that was hours ago.

I could still recall the feather light touch of his rough hands on the sensitive skin of my upper thighs, could picture those very same hands pushing the hem of my dress up higher, higher, higher, until he reached the waistband of my cotton panties.

I wouldn't call my sexual appetite voracious, but it was one of the most surefire ways to shut the anxiety and pain off in my mind, at least for a little while.

So I didn't feel shame in the things I did in the comfort of my own room, and seeing as though my roommate wouldn't be appearing for another day, I took full advantage of the privacy and reached over to my side table and pulled out something that would help me finish what Matthew had started earlier in the day.

My hands were between my legs and the setting was on high.

I was seeing sounds and hearing colors dance behind my senses when there was a sudden short, clipped rapping at the door.

Startled and aroused at the same time, I quickly shoved the vibrator under the blankets while I jumped for my silk robe before poking my eye up towards the peephole in my door.

Matthew.

Why was he at my dorm room at well past midnight? 

A more important question would be how the hell did he make it past the RA in the lobby of the dorms in the first place, but I was too busy opening the door and taking in the man before me to ask myself anymore questions.

"What-how...?"

"I'm sorry for just showing up, but I--I'm sorry, can I come in?"

"Yes, of course!"

My voice was a little too high pitched, my cheeks a bit too fevered, my skin still awash in a glow from an orgasm I'd been chasing just seconds before he'd knocked on my door, his presence only making that ache deep in my belly grow all the more intense.

He looked good.  Sporting a five o'clock shadow, his dark locks were messy across his forehead and my mouth watered as my gaze traveled north, upwards to his tight fit grey henley that spanned his lean and muscular chest, then down to the dark denim jeans that fit him just as perfectly.

I could hardly look him in the eye, but the dim lighting of the dorm gave me courage as a lone lamp swung a hazy sheen across the room.

He took in my state of undress, my darting eyes and uncomfortable stance, but then his eyes swung towards the bed.

"Were you just...with someone?"

"What?! No.  Definitely not."

He grew to a mixture of something sheepish and suspicious with maybe a hint of jealousy.

"What, you don't believe me?" I asked, hands on my hips as I jutted my chin out.

"I mean, it definitely looks like...you know what?  Nevermind.  Not my business.  Just wanted to check up on you and you look fine.  More than fine.  I'll just go."

"Matthew."

He turned halfway toward the door before I let out an exasperated huff and strode to the bed only a few feet away.

With an exaggerated flourish, I pulled back the coverlet revealing the vibrator nestled amongst the pillows and teal sheets.

The thing was six inches long, bright neon pink, and had multiple penetration options.  Okay, so I was a freak.  So what.

Matthew's eyes grew wide for a moment, just a moment, and then he sized me up like he was seeing me as a whole new person.

Drinking me in, his eyes assessed every piece of me until I felt like every sweeping glance was a warm caress of his fingertips, trailing along my body until they found its destination.

"I am, very clearly, alone for the night."

His expression told me a different story.

"Well, you aren't alone anymore."

I gulped.  The predator in his eyes promised a chase that I would gladly give in to, and without reluctance.

"Lay down on the bed."

Matthew eased into the desk chair that he'd rolled out swiftly from behind the oak desk.

I did as he asked, limbs shaking as I did so, more from the anticipation than nerves.

There was a charged energy infused in the air, like his mere presence had set off alarms in the atmosphere that I couldn't reset.

His eyes tracked every single movement of mine, the slight bend of my knees to slide onto the sheets, the way I grabbed the toy with my hand and allowed my thighs to fall open, slightly parted in his direction, purely for him.

I knew what he'd ask next, but the waiting for it was sheer torture.

"Untie your robe."

A chill slithered across my skin as I did as he'd told me, the silk tie trembling beneath my eager fingers and the smooth material gliding across my shoulders to pool around me along with the halo of hair splayed across my pillow beneath me.

Matthew's sharp intake of breath at seeing that I was completely naked underneath the robe was a moment of pride that turned into sheer agony at his next few requests.

"Turn it on."

The soft hum of the vibrator filled the otherwise quiet air of the room, and I was so close to angling the silicone toy exactly where I knew it would bring me to a climax in less than a minute, but then Matthew spoke once more.

"No.  Not yet," he began, leaning forward on his elbows as his eyes mapped out each and every place on my skin he wished that he was touching but instead letting me show him exactly what he'd be doing if it were him in place of my hands.

"Trace your thighs with it."

I shivered uncontrollably as my muscles flexed and contacted underneath the buzzing device, warm tingles spreading from every nerve ending and stopping at the very center of me, my entire body singing and dancing to his tune, hanging off of his every word.

"Slower," he said, voice gruff with anticipation and barely restrained need.

His hand dipped lower to adjust himself, and I caught myself staring at his face and body as he instructed me on how to pleasure myself in front of him.

Beautifully sculpted, his face lost all its boyish charms and evolved directly into grown ass man territory with a little bit of facial hair dusting across his cheekbones.  He was pure sin incarnate and his eyes promised so much more.

My hands traveled upwards involuntarily as I lost myself in studying him, picturing what he could do to me with those hands, imagining what he would do if I asked him to tie me up-

"Not yet, El.  Now do your other thigh."

I knew that he was making me edge myself, hold the orgasm out for as long as possible, but at this rate, the second I hit home, I would lose it and come right then and there.  Maybe that's what he was counting on, and he would come up beside me and with one flick of his finger I'd dissolve at his touch.

My mind was a beautifully, gloriously quiet canvas for pleasure to paint itself a portrait onto, using Matthew as my paintbrush and my hands as the colors.

"Slower."

I groaned out but still did as he asked, closing my eyes slightly as I arched my back, desperate for him to give me the one command that would end it all.

I moved the toy in agonizingly slow circular movements, creeping it closer and closer to the destination that I so badly craved.

"Are you wet for me right now?"

"Yes."  My voice was a strangled whimper, but his was strong and even, like he was in total control.

"Show me."

I cried out as the tip of the toy teased my opening and I knew that Matthew was watching on in rapture from his spot on the chair by the bed.

It slid in with little to no resistance and Matthew couldn't suppress the groan that slipped from his mouth at the sight.

Shadows danced on the walls as I groaned and arched and teased and moaned to the pleasure rolling through me at anything but a slow pace.

Just as I was climbing higher and higher to the stratosphere where my legs would shake and stars would explode behind my eyelids, he spoke.

"Stop."

I cried out in frustration, wanting to keep going, but there was something about the demanding tone of his voice, the addicting effect of listening to him, of doing exactly what he said, that had my hand stalling in its journey for release and I rolled onto my side facing him, sliding the toy out completely as he rubbed the side of his jaw with his hand.

"Do you like it when I tell you what to do, Elodie?"

"Mmmmm," I mumbled out, half delirious from the pleasure pain still attempting to course through my veins but unable to because of his demands.

"Words, baby."

"Yes," I choked out, more turned on than I had ever been in my entire life, and the man hadn't even touched me yet.

"Turn it off."

I pressed the button on the hilt of the toy and let it fall to the side, chest rising and falling with half breaths half pants that forced the curve of my chest to push outwards toward him and that was when I realized that I was completely naked in front of him and he was fully clothed.

For some reason, that didn't make me uncomfortable at all.  Instead, I felt exhilarated and I didn't have to dip a hand between my thighs to realize what that thought had done to me.

Matthew stood and strode towards me.

He draped himself across me, so close that my rising chest was barely brushing the cotton of his shirt as his eyes locked on my own.

He settled in between my legs until he was directly against me, the contact of his denim jeans brushing against me almost too much for me to bear as he'd denied me any contact earlier.

We breathed in each other, lips a fraction of an inch away, my small puffs of air against his lips mixing with his.

Somehow, this was more intimate than kissing in itself.  He smelled of mint and cologne and I could taste his desire on the back of my tongue.

Dark green irises greeted me as I stared into his eyes, the both of us locked in an embrace as his hands reached up to my face and tangled my hair in his hands.

In reality, it was probably only a few seconds, but for me it was an eternity and no time at all, like this moment existed on every plane at once and never at all, like it was all knowing and abstract and tangible and light and dark and the very beginning and the end.

The beginning to something between us that was unstoppable, the end of me being alone for so, so long, the end of my longing for him from afar.

Finally, he dropped a featherlight kiss to my lips before dipping down and sliding slowly down the bed until I scooted upwards a little and propped myself up on my elbows so his tall frame didn't hang completely off the end of the twin bed.

"I told you I was going to have my mouth right here. Would you want that, sweetheart? My tongue buried inside you?"

His breath tickled the skin of my thighs, goosebumps popping up along my body and all I could do was stare down in awe as his mouth found it's intended target.

"Yes," I choked out, breathless at the sight of the towering man between my legs.

"Yes, what?"

My brain scrambled like eggs in a frying pan.

"Yes, please!"

His grumble of approval gave way to the anticipation of what this was going to feel like since I'd only ever done this with one other person.

The first swipe of his tongue was almost debilitating.

The relentless edging had ramped me up to something hard and fast, but this was so slow and agonizingly pleasurable that it was almost painful.

The first delve inside me with his tongue was when I cried out his name and strung my fingers through his hair, nearly losing it as he teased everywhere but the one place that would make me come undone in seconds.

His hands wrapped themselves around my inner thighs, bringing me impossibly closer to him and he acted as if a man starved, his actions voracious with lust and the need to give pleasure more than he needed to take it.

This was the longest I'd ever withheld an orgasm and it was driving me mad with lust and need.

Finally, blissfully, his tongue swiped upwards and I tensed immediately, but then he stopped.

I sucked in a deep breath, and then he did it again.  Again and again, he would lick and then pull back, keeping me on the edge of something so powerful I was already having trouble breathing.

"Please, Matthew!"

"Please?"  His tongue swiped me again.

"Please, what?"

I was half insane at this point.  I swear to god he smirked against my clit.

"Please, let me come!"

My voice was ragged against my throat as he wrapped his lips around me and my body convulsed as he sucked hard against my clit, and suddenly rocking through me was the most powerful orgasm I'd ever had in my entire life.

Wave after wave after endless wave crashed into me and still he did not let go, lips and tongue still teasing and stroking and pleasuring even when the pleasure was too much to take anymore and it became some kind of in-between that I liked much more than I should have.

I was purely exhausted, utterly and completely boneless and devoid of any and all energy when he pulled himself upwards and settled my back against his chest, gingerly slipping my arms back into my robe as he grabbed the blankets up around us.

"But, you-"

"Sh.  Go to sleep."

"That's two blowjobs I owe you now," I muttered as my eyes fell closed of their own volition. 

"You don't owe me a thing, but I won't ever say no to you."

"Matthew?"

"Mmm?"

"This is just...sex and other stuff, right?"

He stiffened behind me, just the slightest bit, but I felt it nonetheless.  Was that a wrong thing to say? I didn't want him to know just how deep my affections for him ran...at least, not yet. Maybe not ever?

"Of course.  It's whatever you need."

Whatever I needed?  I wanted to continue our conversation but he placed a thick arm around my midsection and pulled me even closer towards him and his comfort wasn't something I could ignore.

I'd over-analyze it in the morning, because Matthew had just given me the best orgasm of my life, and I was damn sure going to enjoy its after-effects...and the cuddles, too.

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A/N:

Okay don't go too hard on me, this was the most intense scene I've ever written so I hope that I did it justice.....

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Until next time my lovely readers,

Kristen :)