The Summer We Lied

Chapter Eighteen

"Do you have a favourite horror movie?" Matt asks, as he sets up his laptop and we settle on a couch together.

He sits behind me and I sit in between him, with a soft quilt over us.

"That's kind of hard to choose," I say.

The packet crinkles as Matt opens up the packet of Cheetos. "Choose between like Freddie and Jason."

"Hmmm, no. I think I'll choose Valak."

Matt is going through Netflix. "Who's that?

I settle my head back on his warm chest and move my fingers across the keyboard to type in 'The Nun' in the search box.

"Ohhh, her. Are you sure?" Matt asks.

"I love this movie," I say.

Matt clicks onto it and we sit back to watch the movie. It's only a few minutes in, but I already have goosebumps all over.

As I bite my nails nervously, while watching the young nun running through the dark halls of the church, I feel Matt's warm lips against my skin.

It's so warm and soft. His fingers move beneath the fabric of my tee-shirt. His skilful touch immediately quickens my heartbeat.

The movie is no longer on my mind anymore. "You're so distracting."

Matt lightly nibbles along my neck. "Isn't that a good thing?"

"No." I laugh. "I want to watch a movie."

Matt chuckles. "You can watch it any other time."

I swallow nervously as Matt moves the laptop off of us and places it on the floor.

He then stands up and takes my hand and we go over to the fireplace. Matt lays down the quilt.

"Lay down," he says huskily.

I do as told and sit down. He gets down on his knees before me and takes my face into his warm hands. And then he kisses me very softly at first and pushes me back onto the quilt.

The orange flames from the fire play against his skin as he pulls back and takes off his black tee-shirt. For a long moment, I allow myself to greedily take in the sculpted curves of his tan body.

He leans down and claims my lips with his once again. His tongue slips into my mouth and my body is suddenly craving every inch of him.

Matt watches me with hungry eyes as he sits back and helps me take off the dress over my head. Just being in my underwear feels like I'm already naked.

"If you don't want to do this then it's okay," Matt says, as he takes off his jeans and settles above me.

I place my arms around his neck and pull his back down to me. "I want to do this."

***

It's a warm summer night.

But Matt is hotter. His skin burns as he hovers above me, his arms holding my hands in place above my head.

His dark tousled hair falls across his forehead as he slowly eases himself into me. I place my hands on his shoulders and cry out at the slightly uncomfortable pain.

"Do you want me to stop?" Matt asks gently even though his voice is hoarse.

"No," I manage to whisper.

Matt leans forward and kisses me passionately. His hot tongue searches for mine and he slowly dips into me again.

He moans into my mouth and it's sexy that this is affecting him as much as it's affecting me.

He keeps his mouth on mines as his thrust into me grows faster. I grasp his damp hair at the nape of his neck for support as he fills me entirely.

We go into the night together as one and our bodies move rhythmically in sync. The pain is replaced by a feeling of raw ecstasy. Our skins are heated with lust. Our kisses are possessive and intimate.

I can feel myself coming to a c****x. Matt thrusts into me faster and I'm gasping for air. I want more. I need more. I need Matt.

As my body finally caves in and erupts with pleasure, Matt leans forward and I feel his teeth sink into the tender skin by my neck. I come against him and his name leaves my lips. It's so damn hot, that I can feel myself tremble for a while and Matt is soon joining me. He falls over me and we lay like that for a few long minutes.

Our chests are heaving and our bodies are sweaty and exhausted.

We lay tangled in the sheets for what seems like an eternity before I eventually feel my eyelids grow heavy.

"I love you," I whisper loud enough for him to hear and curl myself around his slender body, as sleep pulls me into another world.

The sky is still dark when I wake up.

Matt is underneath me and as I begin to move, he slips his arm around my waist and opens his eyes.

"Don't move," he says softly. "This is the best I've felt in a long time."

I lean forward and place soft pecks along his chest, before moving up towards his neck.

"Did I hurt you?" he asks.

"No. I'm a little sore, but I'm

okay," I tell him.

He moves his fingers across my back to make long amazing strokes and I run my fingers through his endless dark hair. It's so soft and silky.

"What do you want to talk about?" He asks after a while.

I prop myself up and look down into his amazing blue-grey eyes. "Have you ever heard of pillow talk?"

He shakes his head. "What is it?"

"Well," I say with a shy smile. "I read it in a magazine that couples-"

I stop myself short and look at Matt. I shouldn't have said the couple since we don't even have a label.

"That couples?" Matt gently asks.

I smile, grateful that he's proving to be different than other guys. "So couples, um, pillow talk after having an intimate night. It's just a moment where two people can talk alone."

Matt tips his head up and kisses my forehead. "By an intimate night, you mean after they have s*x?"

I bury my face into his neck. "Yes. I mean that."

"So we can talk about anything?" Matt asks.

I can hear a hint of humour in his voice.

"Yeah."

Matt clears his throat. "Okay, what in the world made you buy that green pair of uggs?"

I lift my head and bring my hand to his ear to twist it. "Bring that up one more time, Matt and I will rip your ear off, put my clothes on and get Daniel to come and pick me up right now."

"Ow! Okay, duly noted," he says and I let go of his ear.

"Good boy."

"So, if we got a dog, what would you name it?" Matt asks.

"Lola if it's a girl and Axl if it's a boy," I tell him.

He snorts. "That's so cheesy."

I roll my eyes. "Like you have any better names."

"I do. I'd name the girl Juliet or Beauty and I'd name the boy Ghost."

I play with Matt's dark waves as I sit up a little. "Ghost as in Jon Snow's Ghost?"

"Yeah. It's a pretty cool name."

"It is. But your name is way cooler. Can we continue this pillow talk another time? I'm tired, " Matt whispers.

I turn over onto my side with disappointment. "Sure."

Matt presses his lips against my shoulder. "Are you sure?"

I nod. "I'm sure."

"Goodnight, " he whispers, pulling me against him.

"Goodnight, " I whisper back.