Me: Deal. Night Matt.
Matt: Night Rogue.
Chapter 10
Matt
Knockingonherdoor,I took a deep breath. I knew it was a risk, but I couldn’t seem to stay away. She opened the door to her suite and beckoned for me to come in. Dressed in tiny denim shorts, with an oversized jumper over a vest top, which hung off her shoulder. Her hair was curled and tied into a high ponytail, and she was make up free except for some pink gloss that made her lips sparkle. As she walked in front of me, I couldn’t stop staring at her long legs and her tight, round ass that swayed as she moved.
“Are you sure this is a good idea, Rogue? Do you really want me here?”
As she got near the sofa, she turned to me, with that huge smile spread across her face. “I’m positive. I wouldn’t want to watch movies with anyone else.”
Relief flooded my body as I handed her the bag I’d brought with me, and she peeked inside, squealing and giggling.
“Matt!”
“I brought supplies in case you get peckish, and I’ve already ordered us dinner for later.”
“Thank you. That’s really thoughtful,” she replied, a blush spreading across her cheeks.
“I like to see you eat. Plus, I remember what hungry you is like. I don’t want to risk your wrath.”
She tipped out the food that was in the bag, finding bags of candy, pretzels, popcorn, chips, a tub of ice cream, along with a box of mixed berries.
“How did you know I’m starving? Now, what to start with? Although, I think I’ll be avoiding the fruit at all costs. What a sad snack. The only good use of fruit is to decorate a plate of cake.”
Unable to resist, I picked up the box and opened it, taking out a strawberry, desperate to touch her in some way… no matter how small.
“Open.”
She pressed her lips together, shaking her head defiantly, making my cock twitch to life.
“Rogue.”
She rolled her eyes but didn’t move. I stepped closer, running the tip of the strawberry over her lips, staining them red.
“Open, Rogue,” I whispered my request this time, and she parted them with a breathy sigh. I slid the strawberry into her mouth and watched as she bit down and chewed before swallowing. I fed her the remainder while I tried desperately not to think about how her lips would look wrapped around my cock.
“That’s so you get some vitamins.” My voice was so husky it was barely audible. “Someone needs to look after you.”
She pulled another strawberry from the tub and popped it into her mouth before licking the juice from her lips.
“Bossing me about already, Matt. This must be some sort of record, even for you. I can do healthy food when I want to. But I suggest we cover the rest of these with ice cream to make them taste better. Right. What are we watching?” she asked, falling back onto the sofa, handing me the TV remote, and patting the space beside her.
“Let’s do more Marvel. Avengers? That way, you still get your Ironman fix.”
“Hell, yeah. Come on. I have blankets, coffee, and this big ass sofa.”
“Blankets? It’s like a hundred degrees in here.”
“Every movie day needs blankets. It’s the law.”
“Fine, blankets it is.”
Sitting back on the sofa, she moved close to me, but not so close that our bodies touched or so I could sneakily inhale the scent of her hair and I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or disappointed. She pulled the blankets over us and I turned on the film.
It only took ten minutes for me to realize I was disappointed, as my body cried out to be closer to her. I was glad I’d seen the film a dozen times because I wasn’t watching any of it. Instead, my gaze stayed fixed on her.