Jaded Hearts
Chapter 16

Taylor

We arrived at the restaurant and were quickly ushered to a private room in the back.

I had gotten a text message from Morgan that she would be about fifteen minutes late since she had to go home to change, then go back to the bakery for the cake. I let Alaia know, who passed it on to the maître d’.

We sat around the table, and the wait staff quickly brought out bottles of wine and champagne. I stuck to water since I didn’t want a repeat of the anniversary party, and I didn’t know if I could even drink right now. The room had fallen into a round of comfortable conversation when once again, Matt’s hand snuck its way up the inside of my thigh.

Looking at his face, you wouldn’t have a clue what his hands were doing under the table, but my face was a different story. I could feel myself turning red as I tried—and failed— to shake him off. I turned my body away from his a bit and crossed my legs, denying him access.

“Don’t tease me like this, baby. Do you know how hard I am right now, just looking at you?”

“Matt, I’m just sitting here. I’m not doing anything to you, and I’m definitely not teasing you.”

He looked into my eyes and licked his thick lips. “Go to the restroom.”

I looked at him, confused. “What? Why? I don’t need to use—”

“Go to the restroom now, or I swear I’ll f**k you right here at this table.”

I took a huge gulp of water and looked out at the rest of our group. Alaia had a knowing smirk on her face like she knew exactly what was going on, while everyone else seemed to be oblivious.

“Excuse me for a minute, guys. I need to go to the restroom.”

“It’s down the hall on the left,” Alaia said with a wink.

Matt helped me from my chair, and I rushed down the hall. When I found the restroom, I was amazed at how big and beautiful it was. And clean! Every surfaced sparkled in the light, and there was a huge, plush, ornate rug in the middle of the floor that I just wanted to run my fingers through.

“This definitely ain’t Applebee’s,” I said while looking around. I was digging through a basket of goodies on the sink when Matt came in and locked the door behind him.

He walked to the stalls, and when he was satisfied they were all empty, he turned to me. “Strip. Now.”

I held my hands up between us. “Woah, slow down. I thought this was a quick make-out session to hold you over until we got back home.”

He slowly walked over to me, never taking his eyes off mine. “Do you see what you look like tonight? Do you see what it’s doing to me?” he asked, pointing to the huge bulge in his pants.

“Now, I don’t want to rip that beautiful dress of yours, and I also don’t want to force you to do something you don’t want to do. So, strip, please?”

He formed the request as a question, which made me laugh. At this point, he was standing right in front of me, kissing my neck and shoulders. “Oh, god. Please, Taylor, don’t make me wait until we get home,” he begged.

He was wearing me down fast. Who was I even kidding? No woman on earth could deny this man! “You first.”

He grabbed my face and crashed his lips into mine as he began removing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. He let them fall to the floor, then kicked off his shoes, followed immediately by his pants and boxers. The sight of him naked in front of me made me so juicy and hot. I knew I was chewing on my lower l*p; it was a nervous habit of mine.

I quickly slid my dress down my body and stepped out of it.

Matt took the liberty of bending down and removing my panties with his teeth, licking my h**s, thighs, and legs the entire way down. I was going for my shoes next when he stopped me.

“Leave them on. I told you I love them. They’re so sexy.” He spun me around and placed my hands on the sink before plunging two fingers inside my slit. I had to bite down to stop the m**n that was threatening to escape.

“Keep quiet, my love. Only I can hear those sweet little sounds you make.”

His fingers felt so damn good moving in and out of me like that, and he knew every single spot to touch. “You’re already so wet, baby. I knew you needed me just as much as I needed you.”

Matt withdrew his fingers and pushed me down into the counter, wrapping his arm around my waist. I felt his hard c**k against my a*s, and then his hand angling it as he bent his knees to compensate for the height difference. He stroked my flower with his blunt head, nudging and teasingly at the entrance to my channel as he lowered his mouth to my ear.

“Hard or soft?” he whispered. He licked my earlobe as he held himself half an inch inside me, rocking slightly. “Because I just want to f**k the s**t out of you, beautiful, but if you want it slow …”

“No,” I m****d. “Just do it.”

“Hard?” he growled. I could feel the tension in his body as he waited for me to ask for it.

“Hard, tesoro?”

“Oh, god, yes. Please, just f**k me, Matt,” I m****d as he pushed forward quickly once, then withdrew, holding himself back again. He slid his hand up my body and cupped my breast, rolling my n****e between his thumb and forefinger.

“f**k you hard?” he hissed into my ear, his voice surprisingly soft. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” I whispered back. “f**k me hard.”

He thrust forward again, and when I cried out loud, his hand moved from my breast to my mouth. “Shhhh,” he said into my ear, drawing back a little again. I could hear the smile in his voice. “Quiet, sweetheart.”

He entered me again, more slowly, until our bodies met. He shifted his hands, one sliding around my waist while the other left my mouth to cradle my chin. He kissed my ear, and a shiver ran through me, making my p***y throb.

“I love you, baby girl,” he whispered, pushing deeper. “I love your sweet, tight p***y.”

He drew back and plunged inside again, making me whimper in pleasure. “I love filling you up and making you m**n.” He pulled back again and slowly entered me this time, bending his knees and pushing even deeper until his body touched mine.

“f**k …” he growled, his hot breath filling my ear. “You’re so sexy, Taylor. So f*****g sexy.”

He rocked against me, filling me slowly again and again, holding me tight against his body. I could feel the tension inside me building, his slow motions stretching and massaging me from within.

“Touch your clit, sweetheart. I want you to c*m before I do.”

I slid my hand between my legs, parting them slightly, and jumped when my fingers touched my clit. I shook for a second, and Matt’s c**k slid deeper, his body pressing harder against mine.

I began stroking myself and knew I would c*m soon. I arched my back a little, pushing my a*s back against him, and he responded with one quick thrust forward. Then he was still, his body tensed and waiting for me to replace the path to my o****m.

“That’s my girl,” he cooed. “Stroke yourself. I want to feel your p***y tighten around me. I want to feel you cum.”

I stroked myself harder, rocking a little against him so that every inch of him was sliding in and out of my body. He held still, one arm still tight around my waist, and let me do what I needed to do.

“Oh sweetheart, you’re getting so tight … I can feel it.” He pinched my n****e and kissed my ear again.

“Oh, god,” I gasped. It was getting harder and harder to stay quiet.

“c*m, tesoro. I want to feel your flower quake.”

I gasped again and bit my l*p, pressing hard against my clit as my o****m broke, making me shake and pant.

“That’s my girl. c*m, sweetheart,” Matt whispered into my ear, his voice strained with excitement. I did. I came. I came hard, my p***y quaking and pulsing around his deliciously thick c**k.

“Oh, god, oh, god,” I breathed. “Matt …”

He gave me a few seconds to recover before his arm muscles flexed, and he drew himself back and filled me up again. “I love it when you c*m on my d**k like that,” he growled, rocking his h**s, penetrating me again and again.

“I love how wet you get. You’re absolutely dripping right now. I’ve missed f*****g you, sweetheart. It hasn’t even been one full day, and I’ve missed it so much.” He withdrew and turned me around to face him, easily lifting me from the floor. I hooked my legs around his waist as my arms went around his neck.

I kissed him and let him guide my body, angling his h**s until I felt the touch of his c**k at my entrance again.

Matt withdrew his fingers and pushed me down into the counter, wrapping his arm around my waist. I felt his hard c**k against my a*s, and then his hand angling it as he bent his knees to compensate for the height difference. He stroked my flower with his blunt head, nudging and teasingly at the entrance to my channel as he lowered his mouth to my ear.

Matt loosened his grip and let gravity drop me down, ramming deep with one motion. He moved his arms under my knees, spreading my legs a little, and I hung on to his neck while he supported my weight, hands tight on my a*s. He began to guide me up and down his shaft, lifting me up and letting me drop, f*****g me from below.

His pace gradually increased as I kissed his mouth, sucking his tongue each time he slid it between my lips. He took all my m***s and screams of pleasure and swallowed them down. They truly were only for him.

His arms were tense, and his skin was wet with sweat, burning hot from desire. He drew back from our k**s and looked at me, his blue eyes glittering with emotion, and watched my face as he bounced me a little faster, letting gravity pull me down hard on him.

I clung to him and whimpered as his f*****g grew more and more fevered and rough.

“I love you, tesoro. I love you so much.” His words were so soft in contrast to the way he was pummeling my core, and the whole scene thrilled me to the bone. I couldn’t imagine anyone else in the world being able to make me feel this good. Only him. I was only his.

I m****d, and he maintained a steady rhythm, lifting me high and letting me drop, his hands spreading the flesh of my a*s, fingers digging in. Sweat bloomed across his brow, and his breath was coming too fast for us to k**s. He was close, and the thought of him cumming inside me while we were hiding in the bathroom at a dinner party made me even wetter.

“Oh, god, baby,” he said breathlessly. “I’m gonna c*m, baby. f**k … I’m gonna cum.”

He stopped moving for a second and held me tight, his c**k buried inside me, and then he bent his knees and lowered me to the floor.

His d**k left me briefly as he repositioned himself, pushing my knees back to my shoulders and falling on me, thrusting deep and hard, making me whimper with discomfort.

“Sorry, baby,” Matt panted. He pulled out slightly, his weight leaving my body enough so I could breathe, and began to f**k me again. His eyes were locked on mine as he filled and f****d me harder than he ever had before. His jaw was set, and his muscles were tensed and bulging while l**t and love and pleasure showed in his expression.

A wave of strong emotion swept through me. So much love for this man, for my mate.

“Taylor …” his voice was barely audible, strained and caught up in his throat. “Oh, f**k …”

I felt him quiver as he continued to thrust, and knew by the twist of his brow and his inability to speak that he was cumming, and cumming hard. He began shooting jet after jet of thick seed inside me. I clenched my thighs and tightened my p***y to milk him dry.

He shifted his arms, lowered my legs, and slid his hands behind me, lifting me from the floor, all while still inside me, and pulled me tight against him. He sat back on his heels, breathing hard against my neck. I could feel the strong thump of his heart in his huge chest as he held me against him, the rapid expansion of his lungs pressing us closer each time.

“Oh my god, tesoro. You’re incredible. I love you so much.”

I touched my forehead to his. “I love you too.”

* * *

When Matt and I untangled ourselves from one another, we got cleaned up and dressed. I fixed my hair as best I could and touched up my makeup before he walked out the door.

I ran right into Morgan as soon as I stepped into the hall. When she saw Matt behind me, she gave a knowing smile.

“Hey Morgan, I’m glad you made it. The party’s back here,” I said, trying to distract her from what she’d seen.

“You two were just f*****g in the bathroom. Nice.” She then turned and walked down the hall to our room.

“s**t, now everyone’s going to know. Come on before she starts talking.” I grabbed Matt’s hand and pulled him along while he tried to fix his tie. We made it to the room just in time to see Kade pushing Morgan against the wall and running his nose along her neck.

“What the f**k is this?!” I yelled.

Matt laughed from behind me before he moved to go take his seat.

“I’m pretty sure Kade just found his mate.”