"Matt stop it." you pushed Matt’s hand off your thigh, sitting it back into his lap. "This dinner means a lot, I don’t need that shit." you hissed into his ear, listening to him chuckle at your words.
This was the first time you had seen your friends in months, so you wanted to spend all the time you could with them before they left again, but Matt had different plans, Matt wanted to tease you until you left dinner early. You denied his quicky before you left, you knew this was coming so it was better to just deal with it and act normal.
"So guys, how are you likely traveling all the time?" You crossed your legs, so Matt didn’t have direct across to in between them, his hand pulling your leg back down onto the booth, jerking your panties to the side, rubbing his fingers up and down your slit.
You sucked air in, chocking on the piece of food you were attempting to chew. “You okay y/n?” You looked up at Johnson nodding your head, shooting a glare at Matt, “stop, Matt.”
The smirk on his face told you, he was not about to stop, suddenly he plunged two fingers inside of you, moving at a face pace, you grabbed Matt’s leg gripping tightly to his knee cap as he drew his fingers upwards, curling in just the right spot.
"y/n?" Nash reached across the table touching your arm, "You’re clammy. Are you okay?" Matt withdrew his fingers, causing you to let a breath out you were holding in, "I think the food made her sick, i’m going to get her home before something happens." Matt slid himself from the booth, grabbing your hand pulling you up with him. "See you guys." Matt waved back to the guys.
"I hope you get to feeling better, y/n. We’ll come see you before we go again." Nash and the rest of the guys waved bye to you as Matt drug you from the booth and through the front door.
"What the fuck was that, Matt?" you stormed in front of him, jumping into the passenger seat, slamming the door behind you. "What was what?" You looked over as Matt started the car, you hated to admit it, but he looks incredibility sexy.
"If you wouldn’t have denied my quicky, we still would have been sitting in that booth letting the guys drool over you chest." Matt tightened his grip on the steering wheel as he drove towards his house. "Chill Matt, you know we’re just friends" You rolled you eyes, leaning your head against the window as you pulled into his driveway.
"I know, but it sucks to see your friends eyeing your chest all night." he groaned, as you climbed out of his car, walking into the kitchen from his garage.
You climbed the stairs, letting your hair fall down your shoulders, sliding the jacket off your shoulders, before walking into his bedroom. You felt Matt come up behind you, his hands landing on your hips. “You know where this dress would look so much better?” his lips kissing down your neck, his hands grabbing the zipper, slowly unzipping it. “Where, matt?” a small coming out of your mouth. “On the floor.” you felt his smirk against you neck, as the zipper came to its final resting point before matt slid the dress down, letting it pool at your feet.
"Jesus, you look even better than I expected." Matt pushed you backwards, letting you gently fall back against the bed, reaching under you to unhook you bra, tossing it into a corner of the room.
You reached down, grabbing his belt loops, bringing his body closer to yours as you unbottoned his pants, yanking them down his legs. His fingers hitching in your panties, sliding them down your legs before laying them on the bed behind you.
"Since you denied my quicky earlier, guess what you get tonight?" he smirked as he lined up, rubbing a gentle swipe with his finger, "already so wet, you don’t even need foreplay." you bucked your hips forwards, wanting to feel him inside of you.
"fuck, matt, hurry." Matt pushed himself in, your hands gripping at the sheets, pulling them up to you, "harder matt." Matt’s thrusts got harder, his hand moving to your clit quickly rubbing hard circles over your bundle of nerves, your back arching against his body.
"Fuck, Matt. Harder, i’m close." his figure eights getting tighter and his thrusts got sloppier sending you over the edge, your walls clenching around him, moving your hands, getting a tight grip on his biceps, knowing your nails would leave red marks.
Profanities fell from Matt’s lips as his own high took over his body, your legs still shaking as he pulled out, flopping down beside you on the bed. “Sometimes quickies are better babe.” You rolled your eyes looking over at Matt as he lay there smirking, “Maybe its just who you do them with after all.”