Psychosis: Matthew Hosea FanFiction

by Marie James

  Chapter 16

  Leia

  I made Matthew Hosea come in minutes with only a short clip of me fingering myself and a picture of my breasts. Knowing I was able to do that is amazing. Even better? Knowing he wants me to come over again tonight has me skipping into the bathroom for a shower. This may be the longest day of my lifetime, waiting for seven o’clock. Well, five-thirty because I’ll be in the parking lot so I can watch him get home from work.

  I tug off the ‘Merica Popeye the Sailor Man shirt I grabbed from his apartment when I was there with the pie yesterday. The small blood stain near the bottom from the woman at the bakery is not enough to make me wash it just yet. I hold the wadded fabric to my nose and inhale deeply.

  I’m so glad I drove away yesterday rather than acting on instinct. I think my restraint in the situation shows true growth in our relationship. Every couple fights. So long as we can work through our problems and still love each other at the end of the day, things will be just fine.

  I jump in the shower and pay extra attention to making sure everything is perfect for my rendezvous with my love this evening.

  I knock on his door and wait patiently for him to answer. I’m a few minutes early, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I went to the store today and grabbed a new dress and some of the sexiest lingerie I could find. I can’t wait to see his face when he undresses me.

  Matthew answers the door with that knowing smirk on his face. I’m left speechless. No shirt and his sweats are hanging almost indecently low on his hips. I bite my lip to keep from moaning in the doorway. The sight of his tattooed arms makes me want to clench my legs together. Seeing his nipple rings make me wish I didn’t wear panties because they’re already drenched and useless now.

  “Hey,” he says seductively.

  “Hey yourself,” I answer, still unable to move.

  “You going to come in or should I undress you right here?” he asked. Well straight to the point. I guess we can talk later while we cuddle.

  I step into his apartment making sure to drag my hand across the front of his pants; it’s obvious he’s commando, and I love the sight of his increasing arousal. The hiss he releases as I step further in is quite rewarding as well.

  I almost moan at the sound of him turning the deadbolt on the door. I can’t wait to lock him in a room of my own. The mutt gives me one look and retreats to the opposite side of the couch, obviously not happy that her daddy has someone else to play with tonight. The thought makes me smile from ear to ear. If she were used to women coming over all the time, she wouldn’t act like a spoiled little bitch. Unless she just doesn’t like me, I immediately think. The feeling is mutual.

  I set my overly large purse on the coffee table and take in the room, pretending it’s the first time I’ve really had the chance to see everything.

  “Quite the bachelor pad you have here, Matt.” I look at him over my shoulder seductively.

  “Matthew, please,” he corrects softly walking towards me with purpose. If it weren’t for the pure lust burning in his eyes, the mild admonishment he just issued over my use of a nickname would have me seeing red.

  He reaches for me, fisting my hair in his hand and tilting my face to the angle he wants before his mouth crashes against mine. His tongue begs for entrance against my lips, and I relent to his demand, immediately opening my mouth and allowing him to sweep his delicious tongue over mine. The action shoots fire to my core, and I shift on my feet, squeezing my legs tighter together to ease the ache that’s building there.

  With his free hand, he reaches behind me and squeezes my ass in his grip, simultaneously pulling me against his hot, hard body. I only thought the desire couldn’t get worse, but the feel of his thickness against my lower belly has me burning at a fever pitch.

  I moan into his mouth when he tilts his hips harder against me, seeking and finding only the minimal friction I know he’s looking for. I sweep my hands down his blazing hot chest and over his abs; my fingers are memorizing each and every perfect dip of his muscles. Tracing the rewards for all of the hard work and time he’s spent at the gym to gain the body he has. I’m one lucky fucking woman that of all of the women in Washington, all of the women online that lust after him; he’s chosen to be with me. We’re going to be so happy together.

  I cut my hands lower, dipping inside the waistband of his sweats and circling around to grab the even firmer muscles of his ass. I regret immediately not having brought pin-hole cameras with me the other day when I was here. I’d love to watch the feed from tonight, knowing I’d have it on a constant loop every time I had the opportunity to get my hands down my own pants.

  In due time I guess. I have plenty at home, both in our room there and the ones I put in the basement for his first couple of nights there.

  The feel of his teeth nipping at my neck and that magical spot just below my ear drags me out of my imminent plans. I push his sweats off of his hips as far down as I can reach without forcing him to take his mouth off of my skin.

  His hand from my ass moves around and clutches my breast. In turn, I reach lower and wrap my own much smaller fist around his cock. He moans loudly and pushes his hips forward, using my motionless hand to stroke himself.

  “Undress me,” I whisper in his ear as he’s looking down at himself shifting in and out of my grip. I take a small step back, releasing his straining cock and raise my arms over my head. Knowing what was going to go down tonight, I made it easy for him and selected a dress that had no buttons or zippers, easy-on; easy-off.

  The second my dress is off he throws it down to the floor and I watch with sheer joy as he takes in my body. His eyes darken, and the lids grow even heavier with lust as he sweeps his gaze from top to bottom. He loves the purple, lacy lingerie I chose for him this evening.

  “Jesus, Leia. You’re gorgeous,” he bites out before he crashes against my body again. I kick off my sandals and let him take my mouth any way he sees fit. This man can kiss. No man before him ever came close to turning me on and getting me close to the edge of climax with just a kiss as Matthew has me right now. I revel in the fact that my heart is lucky enough to have chosen such an incredible lover as my soulmate.

  His grip on my hair tightens, sending a tingle of anticipation through my already electrified body. He pulls his mouth from mine, spreads his legs a little further, and lowers his hand. His intentions for me are very clear even before his command is made vocal.

  “Suck it,” he rasps as I move with his hand, my body lowering until I’m on my knees. I look up at him just as my tongue skates out and swipes at the tip of his glistening cock. I begin to toy with the head, teasing him at first, but he has other ideas. “Suck it deep,” he insists forcing himself deeper into my mouth.

  I do as he wishes and take him to the back of my throat until my nose is flush against his lower stomach; a move I’ve perfected with a handful of toys I bought off of Amazon. He growls appreciatively and holds my head in place; then he begins fucking my mouth aggressively. I love that he feels comfortable enough to lose control with me.

  I watch his face as he squeezes his eyes shut tight and pulls me completely off of him. I can tell he’s using all of the control he can muster to keep from climaxing. He tugs my hair gently letting me know he wants me to stand.

  “Turn around,” he instructs, and I obey. I feel his huge hands run along my shoulders and down my back. I love that I can hear him trying to take calming breaths, an attempt, no doubt, to gain some control over his own body. I feel my bra unclasp and fall over my shoulders, the cool air hitting my small breasts. I let it fall to the floor, and I suddenly miss the heat of his body as he takes a step away from me.

  “This ass,” he says reverently gripping a cheek in each hand. I look down and watch as his hands slowly lower the lace barely covering my ass. I wince when I feel him bite one cheek and then the other. “Lay back on the table.”

  I turn around and do as he says. He inches toward me, still on his knees and kicks off the swe
ats that were pooled around his ankles.

  “Lay back,” he says repeating his command from earlier since I was too entranced by the sight of him on his knees in front of me to obey the first time.

  I lean back on my elbows and shiver as he runs his hands from my knees to my inner thighs, pushing my legs further apart as he makes room for his muscular body between my legs. He pulls his juicy, perfect bottom lip between his teeth as he looks down at my core.

  “I’ve wanted my mouth on this pussy since I saw your fingers in it on that video this morning.” He doesn’t give me a chance to respond to his admission before his hot, talented mouth lowers and meets my core. I thought his tongue was talented in my mouth. The kissing upstairs had nothing on the pure, raw skill he’s showcasing against my most sensitive flesh.

  “So wet,” he praises before licking my sensitive clit with the tip of his tongue. I gasp at the sensation, which only causes him to repeat the torturous action.

  I reach out instinctively to grab a handful of hair to halt the riotous ecstasy happening at my center. I come up empty, my fingertips only intercepting smooth skin. My core clenches at that same very second and I realize that I love a man with a shaved head. Had he not had a shaved head my body wouldn’t be convulsing under his incredibly proficient mouth. I fall back, no longer able to hold my body up as he slips two fingers inside of me. He works me with his hand and his mouth through my orgasm.

  Breathing is the only thing my body can do right now and thank God that’s autonomic because I would die of suffocation if it wasn’t. I feel his mouth and hand leave my body, and I whimper at the loss. I watch him stand and turn away from me. As much as I love watching his cock bob under its own weight, I’m concerned that he’s leaving me on the table.

  “Where are you going?”

  “Condom,” he answers.

  “I have some,” I say and reach for my purse that has managed to fall off of the table and land between it and the couch.

  I sit up on the table and tear it open with my mouth. “Come here.”

  He stands in front of me and watches as I roll it down his thick shaft giving it a few quick pumps for good measure.

  I lie back on the table and spread my legs wide for him, crooking my finger at him in seductive invitation. He immediately gets back on his knees, the table the perfect height to take me. We both watch as he lines himself against my wet sex. He slams into me without warning or preamble. I moan loudly loving the way he feels with the first thrust. It’s the one that feels the absolute best, just ahead of the last handful of thrusts before a man comes.

  My knees rest in the crooks of his arms as he grips my hips and begins to work himself in and out of me. I honestly wanted him to slowly make love to me today, but this feels fantastic too. I’m hoping his tight grip on my hips leaves marks, so I have something to look at when we’re not together.

  Feeling my body beginning to prepare for another orgasm, I reach a hand between my legs and begin to circle my fingers around my swollen clit.

  “Fuck. That’s hot,” he groans. “You’re gonna make me come.” His pace increases marginally, and that handful of thrusts I was talking about sends me into pure bliss. I close my eyes and revel in the heat of his orgasm as he empties inside of me.

  He collapses on my chest breathing heavily. I grin against his shoulder and stroke a calming hand up and down his back.

  “That was amazing,” he says, his breathing still erratic.

  “It was,” I agree and smile even bigger. Knowing I can please my man means the world to me. “I love you, Matthew.”

  Chapter 17

  Matthew

  Fuck.

  I love you?

  What. The. Fuck.

  I pull out and shift my body backward. Cold air hits my dick, which began to soften the second this girl just popped off with some love bullshit. My eyes cast down.

  Double fuck.

  Broken condom. I’d ask if this night could get any worse but with the way my luck is going the ceiling would collapse on my fucking head.

  “The fucking rubber broke.” I hiss and stand up.

  I look down at her and watch in shock as she just shrugs her shoulders.

  “You have nothing to worry about, Matthew. I’m clean.”

  Well, thank fuck for that.

  “I’m more concerned about something that lasts longer than a ten day round of antibiotics, Leia.”

  She shifts her weight and sits on the edge of the table we just fucked on. “What are you saying?”

  “Are you on birth control?” I run my hands over my head, squeezing it to try and halt the headache that is hovering right on the edge. I’m seriously about to lose my temper.

  “No,” she says with a grin.

  I glare at her. “Then I want you to take the morning after pill.”

  She stands abruptly from the end of the table and takes a step closer to me. The look in her eyes is maniacal, and I take a step back, suddenly feeling very unprepared for this conversation. I cross my hands over my exposed junk, protecting myself for what appears to be an imminent assault.

  “I will not do anything to harm a baby we’ve created, Matt.” She pokes me in the chest with her purple painted fingernail. “At this point, I question your parenting abilities if we had a child.”

  I take another step back, but my blood is boiling. “A child! Are you fucking kidding me? That’s not what this is!”

  She narrows her eyes at me with a murderous glare but remains silent.

  “Listen, Leia.” She’s clearly unstable, and I’m doing my best to keep a handle on my temper. “I don’t know where you thought this,” I motion between us, “was going, but I’m just having fun. I’m not looking for anything more serious than that.” She tosses her hair over her shoulder. All of a sudden the color purple no longer appeals to me.

  She looks to the floor, gathers her clothes, and begins to dress, speaking as she begins to dress. “I know parenthood is a scary thing, Matthew. Keeping that in mind, I’m going to let the whole ‘having fun’ comment go for the time being.” She rolls her eyes.

  “Seriously?” She’s gone from unstable to downright fucking nuts. “You obviously don’t want to accept what I’m saying.” I watch as she scoops her purse up and takes out a brush. She’s standing in my living room brushing her hair like she didn’t just lay some crazy bullshit out about love and babies.

  “Leia! Look at me!” She snaps her head in my direction. “You need to leave.” I point toward the door. I want her out, and I want her out now. I don’t care if the door hits her on the ass on the way out. It’s one thing to have a broken condom. Hell, that can be no one’s fault, but to have a chick so adamant about love and babies when I hardly know her? Screw that!

  Her face goes from crazed lunacy to something that resemble warm affection. I’d rather be celibate with Sasha Grey’s mouth than deal with crazy bitches like this!

  “I’ll give you some time to calm down, but then we seriously need to have a talk about how you handle stressful situations. This is no way to treat me.” She starts toward the door but turns just before reaching it.

  “There will be no more conversations. Whatever this was between us is over. I don’t need this unhinged shit in my life. Lose my number Leia.” I step past her and open the door for her. I don’t care that I’m stark naked, and someone on the other side of the door may see me; I need this psycho out of here.

  She huffs in frustration and walks out the door. Before she can turn around to speak, I slam the door and engage the deadbolt.

  I want to scream as I make my way to the bathroom to deal with the broken condom and get a shower.

  “I can’t even begin to explain the level of crazy that went on last night,” I say to Manny as I watch him take a selfie with his arm flexed.

  When I’m close to finishing the story, he’s near rolling on the floor with laughter, holding his stomach with his hand.

  “Why the fuck do I even bother telling you anyt
hing. You can’t take shit seriously.” I’m seething. The more I think about last night, the more I want to kick my own ass for thinking with my dick rather than the head on my shoulders.

  “You’re upset because you had great sex and the girl got a little weird on you?” He’s stopped the full-on laughing but has yet to wipe the shit eating grin off of his face.

  “I’m telling you she went crazy. I’m almost certain at this point that she did something to the fucking rubber to make it break. Then the crazy ass started talking about having babies and being parents… that was after she had said she loved me.”

  I begin to restock the shelf I was working on when we started this conversation a few minutes ago.

  “Yeah, she seems a little out there,” he finally admits. “What are you going to do?”

  “Other than hope she doesn’t contact me again?” I lift my shoulders slightly and let them fall with exasperation. “I don’t know that there’s much else I can do.”

  “Go to the police. Tell them you fucked a girl so good she fell in love with you.” He chuckles and slaps me on the back.

  “You’re a fucking idiot. Let’s hope you never have to deal with this shit.”

  “I can put up with a little crazy if it means a hot piece of ass,” he says and begins to walk away.

  “That’s because you’re young and stupid as shit,” I say to his retreating back. I’ve had it with crazy women, and people wonder why I’m single.

  He responds with a raised middle finger over his shoulder and disappears into the back room.

  I hate that I’m at work. I need nothing more than a workout so intense I don’t even have the ability to think about the fucked up mess I created last night. Even more fucked up? Now I have to find another damn gym, and I really liked the one I’ve been going to.

  I blocked her number the second I got out of the shower last night and noticed a dozen text messages from her. They got progressively worse with each one she sent. I didn’t delete them, figuring if she pulls some shit I’d need a record of them.