The Muse's Undoing

I hold his gaze, remembering everything.

“It never even occurred to me you could want me after that.”

“I wanted you then, too,” I tell him.

His brow furrows. He shakes his head.

“I think you might underestimate how addictive you were,” I say.

“Addictive or just addicted?”

“Addicted to me maybe,” I say.

He presses his lips together. “Maybe.”

I take a deep breath and make another confession. “I would have done more than spoon you if you’d wanted it back then. If you needed it. If you could have handled it.”

“Matty…”

“Did you ever?” I ask.

His breath catches as he inhales. He hesitates for just a moment and then he nods, surrendering the rest of his need to me. I take hold of his face and press my mouth to his.

He opens with a gasp, his cane falling from his grip as my arms gather him up. He goes liquid in my embrace, and I drink him in. “I still want you so fucking bad.”

Breathless, he nods again, and again his mouth comes for mine, but I hold back and say, “Are you gonna give it to me?”

Another nod, another lean of his head, chasing my lips. I give him the softest, wettest peck. “Anything I want?”

“Yes.”

“It’s a lot. You think you can handle it, princess?”

“I hope so,” he whispers.

I ask the more important question, keeping my voice low and my tone curious. “You think you can take my cock?”

He shudders and groans, winning the distance battle and kissing me deeply. Teeth and lips clash as we tug at each other’s mouths and readjust.

“I don’t know,” he breathes. “I don’t know. I’ve never?—”

“I know you’ve never,” I say, walking him to the bed without sacrificing an inch between us. “But I’m gonna be with you every second. And you like that, don’t you?”

“Yes. Fuck,” he says, his hands making a wreck of my hair. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.” For what feels like forever. I pull up his sweater and strip it from his body. I run my hands over his shoulders, down his arms, up his chest and take hold of his face. “And I’ve got you.”

He looks at me, dazed, with wet panting lips. “I can take it.”

25

FISCHER

My eyes are locked on Matthew’s face as he undoes my pants and shoves them down my thighs. “Sit.”

When I lower myself to the edge of the bed, I nod up at him. A signal that I want this as much, if not more, than he does.

I want to be lewdly exposed and have Matthew’s dark blue eyes drinking every inch of me in. There’s nothing he could ask of me that I won’t do tonight. It’s not like he can break me worse.