{Warning; Contains explicit public sex.}
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"What are you doing!" Feather shrieks through a giggle, biting her lip to keep quiet.
"What do you think I'm doing?" Matthew sneers, beating his odds against her.
Feather's hands were in the middle of swiping some chocolate sauce off one of the shelves in the lonely isle of the grocery store, scrambling around when Matthew came up behind her, his hands deciding to swipe something else.
"Matthew, we're in a grocery store! Wait til we get outside or something." Feather gasps, jumping away from him but his free hand wraps around her and pulls her back, lips dropping to the back of her neck, scruff brushing against her.
"But this is so much more fun." He whispers in her ear, pulling them both back against the wall, in a way hiding themselves from passerbyers and dipping his fingers lower into her pantieless shorts, lightly stroking her clit, "You know the rules, Feather."
Now he decides to play by the rules, she thought.
Her head jumps from one end of the isle to the other, no one is around, well, none around them at least. They passed some people a few isles down but they probably weren't gonna be coming down this way. Hope is a dangerous thing.
She lost her balance at one point, her legs wobbling and giving away from the shocking sensations brooding through her but she quickly brought herself back up.
Matthew knew how to work the volume. He knew far too well how to keep her quiet or make her moan loud and proud if he wanted to, and he teased that.
Hitting the right spots, Feather bit back a hard moan, she quickly went red, her face held a bright blush in hopes no one could hear them and every time she pulled her hand to her mouth to stop herself, Matthew pulled it back down.
"I want you to come, right here, and I want to hear you." His voice rough, switching it up and inserting two fingers inside of her, pumping them in and out fast and hard.
"Damn-" She's so passed pulling away or pushing him off now, she drops her hand to his and moves with him, showing him how she wants it.
A smirk crosses his lips as her noises become louder but she tries her hardest to choke them back. He was surprised her mouth wasn't bleeding with how hard she was biting back.
"Let go, baby. Don't hold back." He tells her again.
Well, fuck.
Her head falls back, mouth drops open and Matthew knows, he can feel it, the thrill of getting caught was more than a turn on for them. Quickly bringing his free hand up, he closes it over her mouth, her noises faint, moans and whimpers muffled by him as she releases onto him. Of course he wasn't going to let the world hear her, only he was allowed to hear those wonderful noises that only he could pull out of her.
"That wasn't so bad now was it?" He slides his hand out of her shorts slowly, just barely grazing over her clit and slides them up to her mouth, "Taste it." He demands.
Feather welcomes his fingers into her mouth, licking up the juices she left behind on him. A smug smile finds its way onto his lips as she turns around to face him, lowering his hand and leaning in to place a kiss to his peached lips.
It's like hot potato, only with an orgasm.
"Mmm.." Feather moans softly, brushing a hand through her hair, finding her way back to reality.
Their original task finally coming back into view as Matthew reaches around and picks up the chocolate sauce and tosses it into the cart.
"That could come in handy for later." He raises his eyebrows at her.
Memories flash, breaking through the barrior of one of their 'experimental' times together of Matthew pouring chocolate sauce on a naked Feather and licking up every drop off her body. Sure, they were drunk, but there was not one regret of that night. They haven't done it since but it was no secret the thought was in play for the both of them.
She can't help but giggle, "Yes, yes it could."
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As she gets closer to the car her smile fades when she sees he's not there, or anywhere for that matter.
"Matthew?" She calls for him - nothing.
It's not like she could let herself in the car to wait for him, it was locked and he had the keys. And besides Feather, the car was his baby.
"Give me all your money!" She suddenly hears a voice behind her, hands grabbing her. Nearly jumping out of her skin from the surprise of it all she drops her bags, raising her arms in defense and spins around ready to go, only to realize it's him.
"You're an ass." She glares, putting her arms back down and releasing her clenched fists from his shirt.
Matthew frowns, "How unfortunate." he replies, pinching both sides of his shirt and lifting it up, looking down at the newly made holes in it that she unknowingly struck.
Her eyes follow and she bites her lip nervously when she sees her own doing.
"Well that's not a problem." She smirks, gripping both sides of his shirt and ripping it open, buttons flying every which way. "There, solved." She continues, panning up and down his body.
"Well if that's not a problem," He raises his eyebrows, seductively trailing his fingers up to the crook of her cleveage friendly t-shirt and ripping it open, "Then I guess that isn't either." He teases.
The purple lace of her bra peaking out of her half torn shirt.
The sunlight dimmering down now as afternoon fades into evening, the parking lot empty aside from one or two cars parked ways away from them.
Feather still wasn't over their earlier rendevue, and if it was any indication neither was Matthew.
The fire inside her sending shockwaves all throughout her body, burning, needing, longing for his touch, she just couldn't get enough.
Distractions getting the best of her she quickly found herself backed up and pinned against the car with nowhere to go. Not that she would.
Inspecting the parking lot for any wandering eyes, confirming they were safe.
Almost everyone had left.
Her shallow breaths magnify. His lips on her neck drive her to new high.
The darkness settling in on them, as if they're hidden under the moonlight, invisible.
He stops, unlocking the doors of the camaro and ripping the rest of her shirt off, pulling her into him with a hard kiss before they climb into the backseat.
Closing the door behind them, they hopped into the back of the camaro. Not giving Matthew any time to even properly get comfortable, she grabs the open collar of his shirt and pulls him down next to her, reaching one leg over him and pulling herself on top of him, settling into his lap.
"Much better." She heaves a breathy sigh.
Matthew smirks, the sound just barely reaches him with how low it is but her voice alone was clue enough that she wasn't playing any games.
Her hands still fixed on his shirt, she pushes it off his shoulders and tosses it in the front seat, grazing her hands down his half naked body and unbuckling his belt as their lips meet again.
Snaking the belt out of the loops, she tosses it wherever it would land. The search for their clothes afterwards would be a mess but neither of them cared about that.
Lips attached, tongues entwined, Feather began slowly rocking her hips against him, feeling his member extend in it's confined prison, pressing into her.
Matthew's hands tore through the rest of her shirt, exposing the purple lace bra that somehow sent him in a small frenzy. All he could think about was the matching thong she had bargained along with it while they were shopping, not so much able to wear it anymore from the fact that he had destroyed them by ripping them off of her with his teeth the first day of having it.
The thought made him chuckle against her lips, causing Featger to pull back, but still fidgeting with his pants, "What are you thinking about?" She asks.
"Just the not-so-matching-anymore underwear that goes with.. this." He slips his fingers underneath her bra clasp that sits in the front rather than the back and snaps it open, her breasts jiggling away in front of his eyes, only his are still on hers.
"Ah, yes. Those." She bites her lip, as if her own memory of that night comes flashing back. "I barely got to wear them for more than an hour." She puts on a fake frown, swiping her index finger under his chin while holding his gaze.
"Well you managed to stain them to the point of no return, so what was the harm?" He replies, pinching the straps in between his fingers and folding them down her shoulders, coming to a hault at her elbows.
She shakes her head, playfully slapping him as she lets her bra fall the rest of the way.
Hearing a click as she finally manages to bust through the button of his jeans, Feather slides her hand inside and takes his member in her hand, gently stroking him.
They manage to hold their longing, needy looks well but here's no hiding the smirk that lingers on his lips as Matthew watches Feather writher on top of him.
"I want it." She whispers into his ear.
Nails harshly trailing down the front of her body, leaving marks in its wake, his hands fall to her waist and grip each side of her shorts, Feather leans back and arches herself slightly, assisting him as he pulls them off.
Ask and you shall receive, he thought.
Their foreheads fall together as Feather lifts herself up, positioning herself and pushing down slowly onto his hard member and they finally become one. With each sway of her hips she pushes against him harder.
Hands resting on her hips, he slides them up to her back and without warning, shifts himself, rolling over and pinning her down on her back as he gets on top of her.
The thirst for control, for dominance, was never too far behind them.
Feather welcomes his weight on top of her, reaching down in between them and pushing his pants off the rest of the way.
Skin to skin, there was nothing separating them anymore.
She looked up at him, her eyes practically pleading. Grasping a hand around his member once again she leads him to her entrance.
"Please.." She whimpers. Matthew hovers over her with a smirk, teasing the head of his member up and down her slit. The amount of teasing was unbearable, especially since he had already been inside of her.
"Do you deserve it?" He coaks, his voice taunting.
She nods her head incoherently, her silent pleas urging him to victory as he plunges into her with an exceeding thrust. He needed this as much as she did but he knew to not dare admit defeat.
He takes her wrists in his hands and traps them down into the seat, but his restraints were no match for her as much as her neck was no match for his teeth as he bites them deep into her skin on her soft spot.
He wasn't going to get the upper hand any more than he was already, she thought. She rips her hands free of his and closes them around him, nails digging into his back.
The intoxicating mixture of pleasure and pain burned through both of them while they both grew weaker, but the pace of Matthew's thrusts increased immensely with each helping of teasing, Feather's quiet moans magnified into screams.
Slowly regaining her strength, the ability to overthrow him is put to the test, extending her reach and flipping them over, thrusting her hips in sync with his.
The reflection of the street lights flare through the fogged up windows, relishing in the spark of their fantasies.
"Is that all you got?" Matthew challenges, hands in their original place on her hips.
"Is that a challenge?" Feather raises her eyebrows, quickening her pace and leaning down to him, scraping her teeth along his skin and licking his collarbone on her path as she watches him.
Matthew's grunts and the desperate gasps for breath as his mouth drops open are enough for her to continue as she arches her back and pushes onto him more roughly.
She presses her lips gracefully to his, taking his bottom lip between her teeth and pulling outwards before snapping back. The smallest grunt telling her she's doing her job right.
From underneath, he shifts himself a little bit, enough to get a better edge, propping her up slightly and giving it all he's got.
As she tightened up around him, it felt amazing. She was so close, so was he. They fell together perfectly, which only made it that much better. "Matthew!" She called out, his name sounding like a song on her tongue. One he wanted to hear over.. and over again.
Her blood boiling inside of her, Feather pushes harder. The last few pumps sending immense pleasure through her entire body and straight to her core, the fire flowing through her veins, erupting onto him. There's no such thing as gentle with them.
The pressure from hers sent Matthew into his own frenzy. Her hands resting on his chest felt like they were clawing their way to freedom, his on her hips almost breaking through the skin.
The intensity between them crying out into the night.
And then went back to the house.
••
It was the most amazing sex they've ever experienced together, to be frank. It was unusual, but it was very pleasing. They way they moved, the way they did it, in general-it was new but very exciting. They made love that was the only explanation. They had sex not because they wanted to release tension or stress, or just because they felt like it. They had sex because of love, and Matthew could not be more pleased.
When Matthew inserted himself into Feather, she whimpered and shook in exhilaration. He lingered his hands to her arms until their fingers intertwined, resting on each side of Feathers head on the pillow. Holding hands, they started to move in rhythm familiar only to them. He planted gentle kisses on her chest, to her neck, cheeks and forehead, before meeting her lips. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He let go of her hands and wrapped his arms around her body, sitting them up. They locked themselves in a tight embrace as they continued to move.
Feather grinded harder on Matthew pushing the game up. His fingers got tangled in her hair as her ran up and down is spine, chilling his skin.
They continued to kiss with passion, sending their tongues down each other's throats.
And when climax was reached, Feather dug her nails into Matthew's back, biting his shoulder. Matthew tightened his hold on to Feather's body, closing ever inch of possible space.
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Matthew lay his bare back on to the mattress, panting for loss air. He turned his head at Feather who was as flushed and sweaty as he was. Her hair was sticking to her skin, though a mess.
"Can I get a straight answer now?" he asked.
She turned to him. She licked her lips and smiled sweetly. She lingered a hand on his chest, twisting her body to face him.
"Matthew," she started, "you're very sweet, and handsome, and very good in bed." she laughed, "Trust me when I say that I've never met a guy like you before. And I'll admit, you make my day. But..." she sighed, "I don't think I'm there yet-love. I mean, I'm not saying that it's hopeless. You're a nice guy, and I know for other girls, it would be easy to love you back. But not for me, at least not now... I'm not saying that I'll love your tomorrow or next week or anything. I'm just saying that-"
He shook his head and chuckled, making her stop. "No, I get it. It's fine."
She eyed him. "What?"
"I get it. I understand. You don't love me as I love you." He nodded.
She cocked and eyebrow. "And you're okay with that?"
He laughed. "Of course." He sat up. "Feather, I love you. I don't want to force the feeling of love out of you. Love takes time. And I'm willing to wait. I'm going to do whatever it takes to win your heart. But if in the end, you still don't feel the same, that's okay." He shrugged. "As long as you're happy... and safe."
"But-" she started, but Matthew cut her off.
"Feather, I never thought I could love again after Erin. And the fact that I was able to love again is good enough. It's good to know my heart's not completely wrecked from that experience. I'm not gonna force you to love, Feather." He took her hand and kissed its back. "I would never do that."
She sat up, following Matthew's position. "So, what do you want from me?"
"Right now?" Matthew thought. He shrugged and shook his head. "Nothing, really. Maybe, just not take my confession against me, or look at me differently because of it."
She laughed at his sudden humor. She looked into his sincere eyes and smiled. She ran a hand through the side of his hair and caressed his cheek.
She leaned in and kissed his lips sweetly.
"You can still call me yours." She added. "You know, if you want."
He wrinkled his nose. "I don't want to think of you as my property anymore, Feather."
Feather giggled. "That's not what I meant. I mean, you can call me your girl, your love- I'm yours relationship-wise."
Matthew smiled, liking the idea. He kissed her bare shoulder before bringing another kiss to her lips.