Matt’s Dream

She avoids Matt afterwards.

Because her plan was one hundred percent successful and she barely thinks about him at all.

Just at night. And during the day. And while she's sucking a lollipop. And-

And not anything else. Because her plan worked. All she needed was a proper fuck with him and she got it. Problem totally solved.

Which she desperately believes until he turns up at her place one night. Thankfully, Emily is asleep but Stephanie's heart still races.

"What are you doing here?"

"I think you have an idea," he leans against the doorway.

"I said the one night. That's it."

"But do you only want the one night?"

Stephanie sets her jaw stubbornly, "Yes."

"So you're not going to let me in?" He asks while taking a step forward.

"Of course not, are you crazy?" She takes a step back. Because she doesn't want him in her space obviously, not because it'll weaken her resolve. "I said once." He steps forward while she speaks and she steps back.

"You also said you weren't letting me inside," he grins at her and she realises her mistake. He's in the weak light now and she realises his dick is standing straight. She presses her thighs together. "I had a dream about you." He says.

"S-So?" She can't take her eyes away. He steps closer and gently takes her hand and presses it against his hard dick.

"So, it's your turn to fulfil it."

Which is not what she had meant when she said the same thing but the door is clicking shut and the couch is right behind her and it's so easy to give in to his leading hands.

She's on her back moments later and he's grinning above her. She wishes she could rub his smirk off his face, but she hasn't been able to cum since their last time together and fuck if it isn't driving her crazy.

His eyes are firmly on her tits and he wastes no time in pulling her shirt off and groping her. She can't believe she's giving in again so easily but he kisses her before those thoughts take over. One hand leaves her tits while the other tweaks her nipple and she moans into his mouth. He pulls one leg up and around him so he can grind against her. It buries what little warnings were left in her head. She wants his cock and he's more than happy to give it to her.

She's squirming under him, her hips pushing needily against his, and it's not long before he's shoving her shorts down and taking his dick out. He grunts as he sinks into her.

"Fuck, you're desperate for it."

Her normal vehement refusal dies before it reaches her throat. She just wants to cum. Her hips insistently shove down onto his cock like he isn't pushing as deeply into her as he can. He mutters another "fuck" and holds her hips down so he can fuck her how he likes.

Her moans and the sound of skin hitting skin fill the room. It's quick and dirty and nothing like the way he had savoured her last time. She'll be bothered by it later, by how confident he is in getting to fuck her, but right now she's too focused on her pleasure building. He must be doing the same as he doesn't talk to her this time. But his mouth is still busy sucking and licking and biting. Sending extra sparks of pleasure that push her closer to the edge.

She teeters there, stuck like the last hundred times she's tried without him, and it makes her act a little crazy. She clings to him, presses as close as possible to get him deep inside her with every thrust. He grunts in surprise but doesn't stop, especially when she starts begging. She doesn't even realise she's doing it. She just wants to cum. She just wants to cum she just wants to cum she just wants his cum. Yes, a part of her screams. She wants his cum. She needs his cum.

And the glorious feeling of it filling her shoves her over the edge hard enough she has to muffle a scream. Weeks of unwanted edging has led to this. It forces her so high it takes her a while to come down.

She comes back to him greedily taking in her flesh and muttering to himself,

"I knew you wanted it. Knew you missed me. Tracked it," he continues while she tries to catch her breath. It's hard with his hands on her tits.

His hands slide down to caress her stomach. She puts it down to trying to get her going again by teasing her. He doesn't linger long enough for her to be unable to ignore it. His fingers find her pussy and plays with the mess there.

She barely catches his mumbled, "You look so good with my cum in you," but she ignores it anyway. He's pushing his cum back into her like he always does and it's not long before she's moaning. She tries to push him up when she thinks he's got it all. She's remembered her roommate.

"We're lucky Em didn't wake up the first time. We can't go again," she says quietly.

"Who gives a shit about can't?" He says and she wonders where this cockiness is coming from, "Do you want to?" He flicks his eyes up to her. She bites her lip. Her hesitation obvious.

"We aren't...together. I don't want her getting ideas," she says. He rolls his eyes.

"If she didn't wake the first time she won't wake the second. You weren't exactly being quiet," his eyes drop back to her pussy, "Besides, I want to fuck you."

She frowns when he doesn't ask her if she wants to again but she supposes those drunk nights have given the impression he doesn't need to.

His dick is hard again by the time he removes his fingers. She should put her foot down for once but can't be bothered.

"Turn around," he tells her. She gives him a confused look. "I want to fuck you from behind." He says. Stephanie doesn't look impressed.

"What about what I want?" She asks. He grabs her hips and starts turning over. She doesn't resist.

"I know what you want," he hand slides over the curve of her ass when she's finally on her hands and knees, "My dick in you."

She ignores how her body responds, "Where did all this confidence come from?" He lines his dick up with her entrance.

"The first time I got my dick in you," he says and pushes himself inside of her. Her arms bow slightly. Has he always been this crass? He sets a slow pace and she can't help herself.

"One fuck and you think you're god?"

His grip tightens on her and she can feel his reaction. The idea of her not knowing affecting him so much should be a bad sign. But she's so far gone she just finds it hot.

His thrusts become rougher, "Ahuh, just one," he grunts.

"What, you really think I'd let you inside me more than that?" She goads. Stephanie's not entirely sure where this part of her is coming from. She just knows she wants to come hard and fast like last time and he was starting slow.

"No," he groans and shoves her head down into what she is quickly realising is his favourite position, ass up and head down. She moans at the angle change, at the way it seems to let him deeper inside of her. Certainly not at the idea of him getting off to her ignorance. She wants to keep pushing him but words are starting to leave her. Still, she manages to pant out,

"Twice. That's the only amount you're getting me."

His hands are tight enough to leave bruises and he slams into her with reckless abandon. Her eyes widen as, moments later, he spills into her and her body scrambles to catch up.

She arches deeply as she comes, his hand tight in her hair keeping her there. She scrambles to find something to ground her but he keeps fucking her and the only thing she knows is his spurting dick pushing deep inside of her over and over again. Her eyes roll into the back of her head and she's lost the wherewithal to realise she's drooling.

- - - -

Matt is loud as he pounds into her but he doesn't care. He's consumed by the thought of her not knowing what he's done to her, and of what he's doing to her right now. Filling her at a time that he's so sure that she's vulnerable. Overcome with the knowledge that if he hasn't successfully seeded her before, he is now. He got sent a picture of her calendar and he counted the weeks. She's his now and soon she won't be able to deny it.

He won't let her move for a while afterwards but she doesn't seem to mind once he lets go of her hair. She's in that sex-drunk haze she slips into sometimes. Eventually he lays down on top of her, still fit snugly together, and regains his strength to go again.

He's not going to let this opportunity go, especially when he's so sure. This could be the last time that she lets him fuck her, although he doesn't believe it since she never sounds like she does either. But it could be. And as fun as slipping into her room is it's not the same as this acceptance and need of him she denies.

So, when he's ready, he pulls her back up. She blinks slowly at him over her shoulder.

"Again?"

"My dream was pretty long," he says in that cocky tone. She scoffs at him but it's not long before she's up and crawling on top of him. Drenched cunt eagerly seeking his dick out. He grins and starts marking her neck. He doesn't care that she yelled at him before for it. Everyone is going to know he was inside of her soon enough.

- - - -

The aftermath of this meeting isn't like it usually is. Stephanie doesn't even really notice his cum this time. It dripping out of her has become so routine she forgets to panic. It's just part of the mess she has to clean up.

Her calendar, empty of the regular red markings, hasn't stood out to her in weeks. It certainly isn't going to when she stumbles passed it on wobbly legs. She's happy in her ignorance and her brain has no intention of pointing it out to her. Especially since those happy chemicals, which used to come so regularly when she touched herself in bed, only come from him now.

So it lets her stumble passed her calendar, ignores the draw with that little pill in it and pushes away any warning signs that something could be growing inside of her.

She's happy and that's all it cares about. They can deal with everything later.

Right?