*mature content
a/n: Here's another unrequested blurb hehe I was very inspired by 'to dust and bones' pt 2 by lottiecrabie and also 'she's got a boyfriend anyway' pt 2 by wrongendofurcigarette (both from Tumblr) to write mutual masturbation smut...... Don't kill me okay!!! a girl has got needs!!!! Anyway enjoy lol love u
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Matty was supposed to touch down on the tarmac around half-nine. But as a symbol of his amazing luck, weather delays held him back and Este sat at home, impatiently waiting and jittering with anticipation. It was almost eleven in the evening and he still hadn't arrived.
The months he'd been gone inched slowly by, and she only felt herself missing him more, the closer his return date approached. Este started to feel like the floors of their home were colder in his absence. Like the lights were either too dim that she had to squint or too bright that it made her head throb. But sulking about it didn't help—so she busied herself to make time go by faster.
She went on runs with Keiko. Wrote her weekly pieces twice as fast. Read double the amount of novels. Dipped her right hand into her knickers and thought about Matty. Sometimes alone, and sometimes with his virtual company; always hearing him whine about how much better Este felt around him in comparison to his fist.
There was usually food ready to satisfy his hungry post-flight state, but because of the late hour, he insisted that Este shouldn't bother. He didn't want to waste time eating. If I get hungry then I'll just eat her, thought Matty during his Uber home.
She was on the brink of falling asleep when Matty sent her a message to let her know that he would pull up at any second. Her body sprung up and ran to wait in the doorway before she could even process the words. There were butterflies pounding at her chest purely at the way the approaching headlights hit the pavement. She leaned on the doorframe and attempted to appear cool and collected. Then, an idea came to mind.
He pretty much tackled Este into an embrace when he finally walked up. They waddled into the house and breathed in each other's scents. "Hi baby," Matty whispered, pulling his face away to bring her lips to his.
But, only millimetres before they could graze, Este inched away. She had a mischievous smirk plastered on instead, letting Matty feel her hot breath on his skin as she exhaled.
Worry grew in his mind. "Is something wrong?"
"Nothing at all, love," Este shook her head, backing away even more to grab the bags his hands gripped to bring them to their bedroom. A smirk still sat on her lips as he cluelessly followed behind her confident steps. "I was just thinking about how long it's been since you've touched me."
His throat immediately dried up as he caught on to what she was doing. Este knew they were both desperate for one thing—but wanted him to prove how bad he wanted it.
"Yeah, fuck. It's been ages. So let me," Matty begged, reaching to caress her jaw. She was quick to dodge.
"But don't you ever wonder how long we can make it? Before we break?"
Este's hips swayed back and forth purposefully as she took the claw clip that sat on her bedside table. In a few swift manoeuvres, she threw her dark hair up and secured it there. He watched her hands work meticulously and adored the way the shorter wavy pieces fell out of the clip and dangled next to her face. What he didn't adore was that he could now see so much of her neck, and that she surely wouldn't let him kiss it.
"What are you doing?" He asked gingerly.
It was a rhetorical question. You know exactly what I'm doing, thought Este.
"Posing a question, 's all." She answered, walking back around the bed to exit their room and head to the kitchen. Matty followed, of course.
Their feet padded down the stairs. "Don't do this to me, E. Please," he finally vocalised.
It took everything in her to leave him hanging for the couple of seconds it took to fetch the bottle of red she'd been saving. She uncorked it and took a swig, repressing the want (more like need) to pounce onto him like a cat.
"First one to touch loses."
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They took the bottle of wine over to the sofa and took turns having sips of it. To make the game a bit easier, and not be as tempted, they even sat on opposite ends. Out of reach.
It wasn't until then that Matty realised that she was wearing a pair of his boxers as shorts. She had to roll over the waistband a couple of times to stop them from falling off her hips, but they still fit loosely. The way Este was scrunched up—clearly trying to make herself comfortable within the cushions—made the boxers tug lower. Matty peered at the skin low on her hips and made the assumption that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. God. If he yanked them down her thighs there would be nothing between him and her cunt.
He adjusted his pants, growing hard at the thought. Not a great way to play if he wanted to win.
Este was just as hot and bothered as him, but was just a bit better at hiding it. She stared at his hand that gripped the remote, flicking through the options on Netflix mindlessly (though he couldn't care less what was on the telly). The veins on the back of his hand flexed, and Este's eyes watched. She then trailed them upwards on his arm and realised how sculpted they were. Were they always that big? she thought. Bloody hell.
As if on perfect cue, Matty scooched himself lower, now almost fully on his back to relax. He threw an arm up and behind his head, hand cradling the back of his neck. The action flicked the bottom hem of his t-shirt upwards, forcing the ink on his skin to be exposed to the air. His hips rose and wiggled back and forth before he sealed the comfy action with a quick yawn. Of course he chose to do it while he saw Este's head turned to him instead of the television, feeling the burn of her gaze. Any other day, she'd be on his lap in seconds.
Her breathing quickened. It was a bit embarrassing that something so simple could drive her insane—along with the fact that it was her idea—so she briefly used her hands to cover her reddening face. Holding out as a strategy clearly wasn't going well. So, Este thought of what might speed things up.
"Gonna go for a wee. You know what wine does to me," she suddenly announced, getting up and running to the toilet. Sure, she really did have to go. But once she finished, she decided to leave the boxers on the bathroom floor instead of pulling them back on.
Walking back into Matty's line of sight, now only clothed with a black baby tee that hugged her torso and nothing on her bottom half, Este stopped in front of him to bend down and grab the bottle of wine that sat on the coffee table. She turned around to face him and locked her eyes with his as she took a swig.
His mouth fell open for the few seconds he maintained the eye contact, but soon let his focus fall down her body, ultimately stopping at her bare pussy. He couldn't help but at least glance. He watched the space below her belly button expand and contract as she slowly breathed in and out. He even saw her thighs clench together. You've got to be fucking kidding me, he thought. This is torture.
"My eyes are up here," commented Este, breaking the trance he was clearly stuck in, and then returning to her corner of the sofa.
"Fuck off," Matty confidently responded with a scoff, though she could tell from the small smile of defeat on his face that she'd caught him off guard. "Didn't have the balls to leave the shirt behind too, huh? Only my boxers?"
She raised her eyebrows. "Oh, do you want it gone? In that case—"
Matty then watched the small black article of clothing hit the floor, leaving Este completely nude no more than a metre out of his reach. The same Este he hadn't touched in nine weeks.
A smug look stared back at him as he thought of ways to one-up her. He couldn't just copy and strip, like her. It had to be something more. So, he reached into his pants—still looking at her in the eye—pulling his cock out.
Why beat around the bush?
It was already red and hard, begging to be touched. And since he couldn't touch her, he touched himself instead.
Este refused to look away. She couldn't. Her brown eyes were locked onto his fist that tugged slowly up and down his length. Subconsciously, she swiped her bottom lip with her tongue.
"Look at you, licking your lips. Wishing it your mouth instead of my hand," taunted Matty, "You don't even want me to touch you. You want to touch me, baby. You love it when I fuck your face."
He watched her writhe and sigh in dissatisfaction, seeing that Este knew he was right. Her hand inched down to her throbbing and exposed clit, finally daring to apply some pressure and whining in relief.
"You've got quite the ego on yourself, Healy," she squeaked, trying not to moan at her fingers circling her clit with haste. "You'll be begging to cum in my mouth. Just touch me already, and maybe I'll let you."
Matty's hips bucked upwards as he matched the speed of his pumps to that of Este's hand against herself. "Fuck, you're killing me," he moaned, closing his eyes in pleasure and fantasy.
Waiting until she saw his stare reconnect with hers, Este teased her fingertips south to her entrance. It was slick with wetness and desperate to be filled. Siding two fingers in, her jaw dropped open, and her hips rocked upwards to feel them deeper. A gasp escaped her lips. She let out a shaky groan when they bottomed out and yearned for them to be Matty's.
"Mine don't fill me up the way yours do."
The sounds of both her fingers moving in and out of her cunt and his fist squeezing up and down his cock radiated throughout the room, overtaking whatever Netflix show Matty settled on. Both moving in sync.
"Come over here and sit on me, then. I can fuck you better than that," he coerced.
Watching through his half-shut eyelids, he thought, I bet her wrist is tired. She'll give in soon. But by then it was less of a thought and more of a prayer.
"But that would mean you'd win," Este pointed out the obvious. "And I can't let that happen."
He rolled his eyes. "Turn to me, E. I need to see more of you," commanded Matty.
She listened and pivoted, spreading her thighs even further. She arched her back off of the sofa when her fingers grazed a certain spot, making her hold back what she knew would have been Matty's name slipping past her lips. Her thumb rubbed furiously at her clit simultaneously. Surely he'll touch me if I come, considered Este, chasing her high.
His lip was pinned between his teeth as he continued watching her. Her sopping pussy was in full view, making Matty think of what it felt like around him. The way she'd clench her walls just before he was about to cum and how it would always get him there faster. How easily he could chase that feeling if he'd just give in.
Studying Este's chest, where her other hand sat and fiddled with her hard nipples, Matty realised how quickly it heaved up and down. Her breaths were laboured. A layer of sweat glistened on her forehead and her gaze struggled to pin onto him. She's close.
"You're almost there, darling. I know that arm of yours is tired. I'd have you cumming in seconds if you just come over and touch me," he whispered desperately.
Este moaned at his words, speeding up her fingers. "But so are you," she pointed out, "and if you cum in your—fuck, Matty—if you cum in your hand, you won't get to cum inside me."
She made a good point. He sped up to match her, thrusting his hips up to meet his hand faster.
"Then come here and sit on me," whined Matty, still not giving in, frustrating Este. Resentment for her silly game grew. If he wouldn't let her win now, she had to do more. The visual wasn't enough. She had to beg for it. Literally.
"Please, baby! I feel so fucking empty. I need you to fuck me now. Riding you won't be enough. I need you to come over here and hold me down and fuck me relentlessly—shit! Rail me until we're both cumming so hard that we forget our own names. Need to feel you deeper than I ever have. Do whatever you want to me, please, Matty. I'll do anything—"
Her voice pushed him over the edge. He didn't care about the stupid game anymore.
He wasn't sure if he'd ever moved so fast in his life; climbing over to Este's side of the sofa. She gasped when she felt Matty's hands grip her hips to pull her closer, not giving her any time to adjust before sinking himself into her cunt.
They groaned in unison, the feeling they were chasing hit them even harder after the painstaking period of forbidden touch. She felt every inch of him against her walls, pressing a hand into her lower stomach to feel him there too.
"Is this what you wanted?" he intensely spat at her, beginning to pound into her with no avail.
Matty's hips slammed together with hers over and over, lighting the fire in Este's core. Her mind went hazy with pleasure and she struggled to even answer him. Her jaw was stuck agape and the only things he could hear out of her were frenzied and pornographic moans.
"Yes, fuck, yes. Don't stop, I'm gonna cum," she cried.
He squeezed his eyes tightly shut as he felt his climax approach too. But he couldn't keep them shut for long, as he craved the sight of her beneath him, still tirelessly swiping at her clit. Her breasts bounced up and down at the force of Matty's hips, which now buckled with a messy rhythm down into her. The hair that stuck to her wet forehead was swiped away by a finger of his, getting it out of the way, needing the full view of Este's face.
"Cum for me, E. All I did was think about you when I was gone. I couldn't hold back any longer—fuck—you win. This pussy is mine. So perfect for me," Matty egged.
Este let go; the notorious clench of her cunt pushed him to do the same. The warmth deep inside her signalled that Matty had shot his hot seed into her, groaning and worshipping her name as he did. She reached up to yank on his curls and saw stars for a moment, the pure euphoria carrying her high in pleasure like she'd never seen before. He gave her exactly what she'd been needing, those nights alone. Nobody could fuck her like him.
Her stomach immediately felt like jello in the aftershock of her orgasm. They both panted into each other's mouths, slick with sweat, giddy smiles on their faces. Matty's arms gave out, laying on top of her gently, still twitching inside of her. He didn't have an ounce of extra energy to pull out. Not that he really wanted to, anyway.
"What's my prize?" Este asked, throat rough from the screaming she'd just done.
Matty glanced at the T.V, where the time was displayed. 00:28. They hadn't even lasted half an hour at her 'game'.
"I reckon I can make you cum three more times before we fall asleep?" he suggested.
"Deal," she agreed, "Or you can fuck my face. Because you're right, I do love it," finished Este with a giggle.
His eyes widened in shock, hiding his face in her neck as they both laughed.
"Might need a bit of time to, you know, recharge before we get to that. But I am not passing up on that offer."