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Unprofessional
CEO MATTY x READER
Summary: You’re a new intern at HEALY & CO, and after a late-night meeting things become highly unprofessional with your boss.
WC: 6K
Warnings: Smut with a hint of fluff. (Inappropriate Power imbalance, Dom Matty, Male & female receiving oral, Bondage, Rough sex, Unprotected sex, Dirty talk and Aftercare) Please tell me if I missed anything
Re-upload with some changes
A/n: Please do not think I'm glorifying these types of relationships. This is fiction, and not intended to be taken seriously.
This isn’t how I had expected the first day of my new internship to go. I was already late, thanks to the fucked tube system and my alarm deciding today would be the perfect day not to go off. Healy & CO, the record label, is beyond intimidating. The massive building is all glass, with back metal support beams and a matching logo above the revolving doors.
Even the doormen seem unapproachable. They’re staring at me; brows furrowed and a deadpan expression. “Do you need help, miss?” One of them asks, but I can tell by his tone that he really doesn’t give a shit, and he’s hoping I say no.
“Um, yes, hi–I’m looking for Mr. Healy’s office. It’s my first day as an intern, and I’m running late, so I missed the welcoming committee–,” I ramble off, still catching my breath from running from the short distance from the station to here.
“One minute.” The same man interrupts me, holding a finger in front of me. He pulls a phone from his pocket, pressing it to his cheek and turning his back to me as he whispers into the phone.
I stand awkwardly, pulling the hem of my skirt down and flattening my blouse as the other doorman completely ignores me.
“Name?”
I glance up at the man on the phone, “what?”
“Your name. What is it?” He asks again, rolling his eyes at my apparent ignorance.
After I tell him who I am, the man mumbles it into the receiver, and after a moment, he ushers me in.
My heels click against the tiles as he leads me forward, only stopping once we’ve reached a set of elevators. “His office is on the top floor. Go through the lobby, make a right and then down to the hall at the end.”
He presses the button on the elevator, and I’m met with a mirrored image of myself.
“Thank you.” I breathe out, and he nods silently at me.
It feels like a lifetime before I finally reach the 13th floor. The door opens and showcases an immaculate lobby, all glass windows from the floor to the ceiling, modern glass furnishings and black metal accents. The air is cool as I step out into the lobby, looking for a friendly face anywhere. I'm met with none.
There isn’t a soul here. There’s a front desk, but it isn’t occupied. The spacious couches and large seats are empty of people. I can’t hear the mumbling of voices or the expected rustle of papers.
“Take a right and then down the hall.” I whisper a reminder to myself, taking in a deep breath and clutching my briefcase to my side as I walk further in.
The first spark of luck hits me when I spot a large wooden door at the end of the hall, just like the doorman had said. I half expected to somehow get lost, but I was proud of myself for not doing that.
I linger outside the door for a moment.
Just knock. I tell myself, and I raise my fist to the door.
Before my knuckles can meet the wood, it’s opening. A quick burst of air hits me, and I’m left staring at a man in front of me. He’s wearing a tailored suit, and his eyes are squinted as he is looking down at me. His lips are pressed into a thin line.
He doesn’t seem too happy.
“Mr. Healy? Hi, my name is Y/N.” I reach my free hand out to shake his, “I’m here for the internship. We spoke over the phone last week.”
He doesn’t take my hand and, instead, turns away from me. “You didn’t speak to me.” He grumbles, and I hurry to match his long strides into his office.
“Excuse me?” I question as he rounds his desk and motions for me to take a seat.
“It wasn’t me.” He shrugs, “It was one of my assistants, I presume.”
“Oh.” I trail off and almost jump at how cold the leather is against the bare of my legs. “I’m sorry I’m late. My alarm didn’t go off, and then the train ended up being delayed–”
He takes a seat in his office chair. “Ms. Y/L/N.” He sighs and rests his elbows on the mahogany desk. “I expect you to arrive in a timely manner for your shifts. I don’t want to hear any excuses, do you understand?” He waits for my answer before continuing. “I didn’t speak to you–this is true, but I did look over your application and resume, and I believe you have the qualifications to succeed in this line of business.”
“Thank you–” I start, but he holds up a finger to silence me.
“However,” he leans back in his chair, and I can’t help but glance down as he spreads his legs further apart. “You won’t be able to do any of that if you show up late again. I do not tolerate tardiness.”
“Yes, of course.” I nod and swallow thickly. “It won’t happen again. I promise, sir.”
A small curve of his lip, “I don’t want promises, Y/N. I want actions.”
Matthew Healy was a force to be reckoned with.
Every business meeting that I attended with him was left with him having the upper hand. He had a way of approaching ideas and contracts that had the other party believing they had come up with it themselves. In short terms–whatever Matty wanted, he got.
It was amazing to watch. Even more phenomenal to be a part of it.
“I can’t believe you managed that.” I beam, walking back with him to the elevator as the last meeting of the day ended. It was well past 9 p.m. by now.
He presses the button to ascend up and steps back to my side. “Don’t give me all the credit.” His hands lock behind his back as he waits. “You had some solid points, and I think you swayed them at the end.”
I can feel my face heat, and I look away just as the elevator doors open. Matty ushers me in first, his hand touching the small of my back as I step forward. As the door closes and we step away from one another, our eyes meet through the mirrors surrounding us. I clutch the stack of paperwork tightly to my chest, attempting to control my breathing as he watches me.
There’s a small quirk of his brow as his eyes glance up and down my body through the mirror, and I notice as he clenches his hands into fists at his side.
“Y/N,” he speaks, breaking the silence that we’ve been in. I look at him, huffing out a breath of air as his eyes lock fully onto mine. “I’m serious about what I said. You did amazing today.”
“Thank you, Mr. Healy.”
His eyes darken as the words drip from my tongue. He reaches out as if he was going to touch me–but the elevator dings, and the doors open. He pulls away just as quickly and clears his throat.
“After you, and please, call me Matty.” He instructs and holds the door open with a hand as I struggle with the paperwork still clutched to my chest.
Our footsteps echo through the empty lobby. As I walk behind him, I can’t help but notice how his suit fits him perfectly, his broad shoulders and toned arms. My eyes trail down to his tight ass, and I quickly look away. I clear my throat, trying to rid myself of the dirty thoughts that have emerged in my mind.
As we near his door, Matty makes it a point to reach around me, his arm brushing mine and his chest coming in contact with my shoulders. “Let me.” He says before opening the door and letting me in.
I can barely breathe at this point. The air feels constricting and hot. Thick with my own desires.
“It’s late.” I trail off, not knowing exactly what to say as he closes the door behind him and walks around me towards his desk. “Is there anything else you need me to do, Mr.–uh, Matty?” I ask, trying to keep my voice professional.
He smirks at my slip-up, but doesn’t comment on it. I watch as he pulls a bottle from his desk drawer, presumably whiskey. “It is.” He agrees with a nod, completely ignoring my question. “Drink?” He takes his suit jacket off and hangs it over the back of his office chair.
Every instinct is telling me to decline his offer. There’s a line you don’t cross with your bosses–and drinking with them is definitely on the list. For whatever reason, however, as I open my mouth to politely reject, I’m instead agreeing and sitting the contracts down. Matty walks to the bar and reaches for two glasses. I can’t help but stare as his dress shirt stretches across his shoulders.
I can see every muscle flex as he moves.
Sucking up every ounce of courage I have, I walk to meet him at the bar. He seems surprised as I take one of the full glasses from his hand before he can even offer it to me, and I lift it to my lips to take a long drink. “Thank you, Matty.” I say as I rest it on the bartop.
His eyes roam around my face, landing on my lips as my tongue swipes across them.
“Of course.” He coughs slightly, raising his own glass and downing the drink in one go. “Do you have plans tonight?”
I hum in thought, “I’m supposed to be meeting someone.” I decided to answer honestly, and I can see the slight disappointment flash in his eyes.
“A date?” He asks, and I smirk behind my glass as a hint of jealousy exudes in his tone. “Tell me about him.”
Matty takes a step closer to me, his arm brushing mine as he leans his elbow against the bar.
“His name is Daniel.” I choose to admit, and Matty hums.
“Piss poor name.” He grumbles, “What does he do for work?”
He pours himself another glass and takes a slower drink this time. He seems to be considering something as he watches me sip the rest of my glass.
“He has a degree in Architecture.” I trail off.
Matty chokes on his drink, laughing harshly. “Architecture? Boring fuckin’ bloke, then.”
Another step closer. He’s almost standing directly in front of me now.
“He’s nice.” I defend, even though Matty isn’t completely wrong. Daniel is boring–hence why I’ve rescheduled on him twice already.
“Nice…” he trails off, humming in consideration. “Is that what you’re looking for? Someone nice?”
I have to take another drink before I can answer. My throat is completely dry as he invades my space, his eyes never once leaving my own.
“No.” I finally answer, and Matty smirks at this. A menacing, threatening smirk that has my skin pricking.
His hands rest on the edge of the bar as he leans in closer to me–caging me in. “Do you think he’d touch you like you’d want? Could he fuck you like you deserve?” He whispers into my ear, and I close my eyes.
“This is very unprofessional, sir.” I choke on my words, and he chuckles without stepping away.
“It’s my company.” He breathes against the shell of my ear. Grabbing my jaw, Matty forces my eyes on him. “I can say and do whatever I like.”
I swallow as his hand travels down to my throat, “Whatever we’d like, and I believe I told you to call me Matty.” He emphasizes. “You have complete control over the situation, sweetheart. You can stop this and walk away at any time.”
Although I attempt to iron my features into an unfaltering mask of composure, the intensity of his nearness threatens to crumble my carefully constructed facade. His cologne engulfs me, its scent strong and pervasive as it wraps around me like a blanket—too close, too fucking intense.
My thoughts spin like a whirlwind, each scenario scarier than the last, as I attempt to gauge the possible outcomes. One wrong step with Matty—my boss— and I can see my dreams shattering, my career reduced to rubble before it’s even started.
Yet, every glance he throws my way sets my heart racing, every word he utters leaves me craving for more, despite the warning bells sounding in my head.
“So, what would you like, Ms. Y/N?” He puts pressure on my neck, and I moan softly, “I want…need you.”
The words hang in the air between us, and my breath hitches in my throat. Matty's eyes flicker down to my lips, and he slowly lowers his face towards mine. “Are you sure about this?” he questions, “You can still walk away if you want. We can pretend this never happened, I promise.”
I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest. The tension in the room is palpable, the quiet hum of the AC around us suddenly seeming too loud.
“I know what I want,” I respond firmly, my eyes never leaving his. “And I want this, Matty.”
Matty's eyes widen slightly at my boldness. For a moment, I see a flash of surprise in his gaze, but then it's quickly replaced by a smirk. He leans in closer, his breath brushing against my cheek as he whispers, “This is something we can't take back. I need you to be completely sure.”
I feel a surge of heat in my chest, my heart pounding faster. I understand the gravity of my decision, but I also trust myself to handle the consequences. “I’m sure.”
With a low growl, “Tell me what you want me to do.” He demands as he pushes himself against my body.
I run my hands up his chest, toying with the buttons of his dress shirt. His body goes rigid as I unbutton the top, my fingers ghosting over his skin. “I want this off,” I tell him breathlessly.
There’s a single heartbeat before Matty is pulling away, only far enough to unbutton his shirt. He sheds it quickly and tosses it carelessly beside us. His chest and abdomen are littered with tattoos. I run my hand along the one in the middle of his chest, tracing the lines of the inked heart.
Matty shudders beneath my touch. “What else do you want, babydoll?”
I dance my fingers down his abdomen, the muscles in his stomach flexing as I do. “This is pretty.” I state as I follow the lines of the flower near his naval. “We Are Kings.” I hum, and grin as he attempts at holding back a groan.
Before I can ask about the wording on his ribcage, he’s pressing himself against me. “You think you’re so clever, huh?” He hisses, and snakes his hand underneath the hem of my skirt. “Turn around.” He demands, and spins me around so my chest is laying over the bartop.
His large palms grip onto my hips, fingertips digging into my skin. “Are you aware of how long you’ve been killing me, sweetheart?” He asks, and when I don’t immediately respond, he snaps the band of my underwear harshly.
“No.” I gasp, and my body heats as his fingertips hook into my underwear, slowly sliding them over my hips and down my legs.
“Since the first fucking day you showed up here.” Matty growls, his tone almost angry. “These tight fucking skirts.” He unzips the back of my skirt and lets it fall to my ankles. “Nearly so short that if you had bent over in front of me I’d get a perfect view of your ass.”
His hand smacks my ass then, and I choke on a half-moan and gasp. “You never did that for me though, did you?”
I shake my head as an answer. He scoffs, “No. You didn’t. You just walked around here like an innocent little girl, oblivious to how hard my cock got every time I saw you.”
His hands smooth over the curve of my hips and my ass as he sinks to his knees behind me. I can feel his breath against my skin. “Did you like teasing me?”
Knocking my knees further apart, Matty splays a hand on my lower back and forces me lower further onto the bar top. “Answer me.” He growls, and my breath is caught in my throat when his lips press against my exposed cunt.
“Y—yes.” I stutter, “I loved teasing you.”
Matty teases me, his tongue darting out and licking just far enough away from my clit that I'm pushing my hips back to meet his face. “Please,” I plead, and grip the edge of the bar tightly.
“Please?” He laughs then, a vibrating sound from deep in chest. “You can do better than that, Y/N. I’ve seen how your mouth works. C’mon, beg for me, babydoll.”
He smacks my ass again, this time tougher than before. My moan is a mix of pleasure and pain. “Matty, please. Touch me, please. Please.”
Without answering, Matty connects his lips and tongue to my skin. Slow, languid licks up my cunt. He swirls the tip of his tongue over my pulsing clit. The moan he lets out against me has my legs shaking in ecstasy.
“Sir,” I grind out, “F-fuck!” I feel his teeth graze my clit, and my hips buck in response. “Oh, god.”
His grip around my waist and ass tighten. He pushes my hips down, forcing my ass to rise up to meet his mouth. His rough stubble scratches against my skin, and I tense up from the sensation. “Fuck,” I moan, “you’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that.” I whimper out, and Matty’s tongue leaves my clit.
Before I can protest, he’s spinning me around. Matty’s face is flushed, and his curls dishevelled. His mouth is wet from my cunt, and he licks his lips as he looks at me.
“Yeah, sweetheart, this is what you wanted, huh?” He asks and pulls me closer to him. “You weren’t looking for someone nice. You wanted someone to fuck you like you deserve.” My eyes roll back into my head as I feel his tongue on mine, and I grab onto his shoulders for support. “But you’re a greedy little girl, aren’t you?” He breathes against my lips.
"On your knees.” He commands, and I comply. His hand smacks my cheek, and I can feel my face heating in embarrassment. “You like it rough, don’t you?” He asks as he unzips his pants, “You want me to pound into your cunt, don’t you?” I nod my head. “Answer me.”
“Yes.” I whisper out, “You can do whatever you want to me, Sir.” I know I’m blushing, but I can’t stop myself. Pushing down his slacks and boxers, Matty's cock slaps against his stomach before he slides his thumb across the head of his cock, coating his length with his own pre-cum.
Matty kicks his clothes aside and grins at me. “Good,” He swipes a thumb over my bottom lip, “because you’re going to have to earn it.”
I’m not sure what he means exactly when he says ‘earn it,’ but I don’t really care. As long as I get him inside of me, I’m happy. My mouth waters as I look down at his large cock. A thick vein runs underneath its surface, and an obscene amount of pre-cum coats his red tip. I lick my lips as I reach up to wrap my fingers around his dick.
“Fuck,” Matty groans as I tease his head with my tongue. "Spit it on, Babydoll." He demands, his voice thick with desire. Taking Matty’s cock in my grasp, I’m surprised at how heavy it is, and my fingers don’t quite meet around it. I obey what he says, and a string of my saliva drips on the head of his cock, sliding down his length. Matty’s jaw tenses, and his eyes roll back.
My thighs clench at the sight of his face. His brows furrowed, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, and he scrapes a hand through his hair, gripping it in his fist. My lips are parted, and I’m struggling to catch my breath.
I look up at Matty, watching intently as I flick my tongue across the head of his cock. A drop of pre-cum leaks from the slit, and I catch it with my tongue. The flavor is salty and musky, and I moan. Matty’s knees buckle at the sound of my moan.
Matty’s fingers dig into my scalp, “God,” He breathes out, “that was so fuckin' hot.” Before I can reply, Matty spreads my lips apart with his thumb and index finger. “Open your mouth for me.”
His cock is so close to my mouth and all I want to do is kiss him, feel his length against my tongue. “Open,” Matty orders again. I take a deep breath and slowly open my jaw.
"Good girl," Matty groans when the head of his cock makes contact with my lips. He pushes in slowly, eyes fixed on my face the whole time.
"That's right, baby. You look good with my cock in your mouth. So fuckin' beautiful." I feel my cheeks heat up again, and I look up at him with my eyes wide, but he doesn't acknowledge his comment. Just stares into my eyes as he gently strokes my face. "Just like that, Y/N. Take as much of me as you can."
"Fuck, yeah. Just like that." Matty whispers, "Swirl your tongue around my cock, Y/N. Get me nice and wet, baby." I nod my head and move my tongue around the head of his cock.
My hands begin to slide up and down his cock, using the spit as a lubricant. Matty’s breath hitches when I cup his balls in my hand, and I hear Matty groaning. It spurs me on, and I wet my lips before I slide him back into my mouth. My tongue caresses the underside of his cock as I bob my head up and down.
I can feel Matty’s cock twitching in my mouth, and my head tilts back to take as much of him as I can. I feel the vein on his dick pulsing and throbbing against my tongue. His deep groans of pleasure encourage me to suck harder.
My eyes flutter closed, and I moan around his cock when I hear him hiss. "That's it, Y/N. Swallow my cock." I gulp around his length and feel Matty's cock shudder.
Matty lets his hand stroke through his hair, and his grip on my head loosens. "Such a good girl," he praises, "That's right. Just like that. Work my cock with your little mouth.”
Matty's voice is always so soothing, but with the added layer of lust in his voice, I feel like I’m drowning. My hands move to his thighs, and my nails gently dig into the skin. My head is spinning, and my body feels hot and tingly. I can feel myself getting wetter, and I know that I'm soaked.
"Take your tits out." Matty commands. My fingers quickly unbutton my shirt, and I tug it off of me. My hands make quick work of my bra, and Matty groans as my tits spill out of it.
"That's right, babydoll. Show me your tits." I can feel the cool air in the room against my bare nipples, and I moan.
"Such pretty tits. I wanna see you play with your pussy while you suck me off." He demands, and I shuffle my knees further apart so that Matty has a clear view of my cunt. I trail my hand down between my legs. My index finger barely grazes my clit, and I whimper around his cock.
"Are you wet for me, love?" Matty asks, his voice low and deep. I nod my head around his cock, and spread my pussy apart with my fingers. "Shit– You’re drippin’ down your thighs."
The way he's looking at me, the way he strokes his tongue along the roof of his mouth, I can tell that he’s just as turned on as I am. He drags his eyes down my body, and I feel the blush rush to my cheeks. It’s both thrilling and humiliating to be on my knees in front of him, his cock in my mouth while I touch myself. I want him to take me, just want him to fuck me raw.
He pulls out, and a string of saliva still connects me to his cock, and I groan in protest. "Don't worry, Ms. Y/L/N. I'm not done with you yet." Matty whispers.
He takes my hands into his and helps me stand, his eyes hungrily taking in every inch of me as I stand bare in front of him. “Arms out, palms together.” He instructs, and I do as I’m told obediently.
Matty takes his tie, wrapping the silk fabric around my wrists firmly. “Is this okay?” He asks, and when I voice my assurance, he tightens them once more.
My lungs expand as the muscles in his abdomen flex. “On my desk. Go.” Matty orders, and without waiting for my compliance, he turns to walk that way.
I stand idly at the desk’s edge, waiting for instructions. Matty crooks a smirk and tilts his head slightly. “C'mon, sweetheart. On top of it.”
He seems pleased with my waiting and hums in pleasure as I hop on top of the desk, keeping my tied hands sitting in my lap. “What would you like from me now?” I ask sweetly, crossing one knee over the other.
“Lay back.” He’s quick to command, and Matty stalks towards me as my back meets the cool wood. Using one hand, he takes the knot on my wrist and forces my arms over my head. “You keep them right here, do you understand?”
I interlock my fingers and nod, “Yes, sir.”
“Such a pretty pussy,” he comments as he parts my legs and steps between my knees. I flush at how intently he’s staring at me, memorizing every inch of my skin.
I brace myself against the desk as Matty aligns himself with my soaked cunt. He runs the head of his dick against my clit a few times, teasing and circling the sensitive area. “I have been wanting to do this from the first day I fuckin’ saw you,” Matty admits, and he smacks his palm against my clit, causing me to hiss out from both pain and pleasure. “Do you know how irritating that is?”
He aligns the head of his dick at my entrance and pushes into me slowly. “To see you every goddamned day, parading around–and not being able to do a damn thing about it?” He finishes his sentence with a sharp thrust of his hips and buries himself in me all at once.
I choke on a breath, my body stunned at the intrusion, but I can’t help the moan that finds its way past my lips. My cunt stretches around him, and Matty lets out a groan that has my body tingling.
“Knew you’d feel fuckin’ perfect.” He hisses and pulls out slowly, letting me feel every ridge and vein on his dick. “Made for me.”
“Oh, my god.” I moan and look down between as where he’s sinking back into me.
Matty nods, his mouth agape as he pushes struggled breaths, “See how beautiful you are? Wrapped around my cock so perfectly, babydoll?”
I pull at the tie around my wrists, desperate to hold onto something as he thrusts into me sharply. Matty forces one of my legs over his shoulder, stepping in closer to me as he buries himself to the hilt. My stomach tightens, and I lift my arms to wrap them around his neck.
He’s quick to stop me–anger flashing in his eyes as he forces them back down. “I told you to keep them there, fucking brat.”
“Matty, I, fuck–” I can’t form a complete sentence as he starts jutting his hips again, a punishing rhythm that has me arching my back with each thrust.
“Goddamn, Y/N.” He groans and leans even further over me as he sinks into me. He unties the fabric from around my wrists and takes one of my hands, resting it on my lower stomach. Matty pushes into me once again, slower this time, applying pressure to my hand and drops his eyes to mine. “You feel me here, sweetheart?”
I nod desperately, “Please, Matty–I can’t. I need you to fuck me. I need to cum.”
“So fucking bossy.” He smirks and picks me up, dropping my leg from his shoulder. “Turn the fuck around.”
With a hand on my shoulder, he guides me around and has me bending over the desk. My bare tits press against the cold wood, and I can feel my nipples harden. He shoves into me without warning, and I cry in pleasure at the new position. My nipples rub against the wood, and it has my body spiralling even further.
“A perfect fucking ass to match your perfect cunt.” Matt grunts, his palm smacking the flesh of my ass harshly. His breaths are coming out in puffs as he thrusts into me at a painful rhythm. It has my mind going crazy and my body on the edge of its high.
Dropping my forehead to the desk, I tighten my pussy around Matty’s cock as he smacks my ass again. “Yes, baby.” He praises, wrapping a fist around my hair. “Just like that.” He pulls on my hair roughly and forces me to arch as far as my body allows. “Does that feel good?” He questions, and I nod to the best of my ability as his name falls from my lips.
His lips find my throat when he pulls me up fully, still thrusting up into me at an erratic pace. His shuddering breaths reach the shell of my ear as he becomes more jagged with his thrusts.
“Fuck, Matty. I’m going to cum.” I cry out as he bites down on my skin, quickly running his tongue over the sensitive area to soothe the skin. With his free hand, Matty reaches around me and presses his fingers onto my clit. I nearly collapse as he circles his fingers slowly, a stark contrast to him pounding into me.
My legs shake under him, and I feel Matty nodding against the crook in my neck. “I know, baby. I know.” He assures me, kissing on my pulse point as my mouth falls agape and a loud moan echoes around us.
Matty thrusts into me once more, this time harder and deeper than he had been, and my eyes blur. I can feel my pussy spasming around his cock, my legs giving out. If it wasn’t for the desk and Matty’s hold on me, I would’ve fallen completely over. “Oh my god, yes, dollface.” He moans into my ear and gently lets me lie on the desk as he continues his pace into me. “That’s it, Y/N. Milk my cock, baby. Let me fill you up.”
His words spur me on, and I start meeting his thrusts as I lie there. “Oh, shit, shit, shit.” He curses, his hands finding home on my hips as his thrusts become jagged and short. I can feel his dick pulsing inside of me, and it has me moaning even louder.
“Please, Matty.” I beg, tears falling from my eyes, “I want to feel your cum inside of me, please.”
He lets out a guttural moan as he finishes inside of me and falls on top of me, slowing his pace. Matty’s voice is rough and harsh as he whispers my name, his lips pressed against my shoulder.
We lay there for a moment, both catching our breaths and attempting to slow our heartbeats. When I can manage to take a full breath, Matty pulls out of me slowly. I hiss out in pain, and he plants a few reassuring kisses on my back. “I know.” He whispers.
I’m caught off guard as Matty falls to his knees behind me, his palms running up the back of my thighs. I look over my shoulder at him, and he smirks before delving his face in between my thighs. Another moan is caught in my throat as he licks and sucks on my pussy. He’s teasing and slow with it, not missing a drop of our cum. He moans against my skin, and I have to push him away before I came again.
As he stands to his feet, Matty grabs my jaw and kisses me quickly. I can taste our cum on his tongue, and I moan into his mouth at the flavour.
“We taste good, don’t we, sweetheart?” He whispers against my lips, taking a few deep breaths. I nod, unable to form any coherent words. “C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up.”
Matty takes my hand into his and leads me to his in-office bathroom. I had never been in before, but I wasn’t surprised at the space of it. Matty spent more time here in the office than he did at his own home. It was a full bathroom–not just a toilet and a sink. He had a full shower with glass walls in the corner and a handful of towels folded perfectly on the shelf beside it.
He drops my hand as he walks to the shower. I watch as he turns the knob, letting the water heat up for the both of us. I quirk a brow at him as he steps inside and motions me in.
“Don’t make me carry you over here.” He warns, “I’ll do it, Y/N.”
I giggle softly and shake my head, taking the hand he’s offering as I step inside the expansive shower. The water falls over me as Matty places me under the showerhead. I close my eyes and look up towards the ceiling, letting the water relax my tight muscles.
His fingers massage my scalp, and I open my eyes to find him washing my hair. He smiles genuinely at me, “Close your eyes, babe.”
I listen to him, and he guides my head back to wash the soap from my scalp. “I’m gonna smell like you now,” I comment, and I can feel his fingers apply a bit more pressure.
“I think I like that.” He whispers after a moment of silence.
Matty washes my body lightly, and he lets me do the same to him. His curls wrap around my fingers as I massage the shampoo into his hair. He closes his eyes in peace as I run the same rag over his chest that he used on me.
He wraps a robe around me, the logo of his company embroidered on the fabric. He leaves me to grab our clothes and comes back in with them folded in his hands. He has a towel wrapped around his waist. I can't help but watch his stomach flex with each movement.
Matty catches my eyes in the mirror, and he smirks at me. “There’s always time for round two, Y/N.” I blush feverishly and clear my throat. He walks over to me after laying my clothes on the sink’s basin. He runs his thumb along my jaw, “Do you want me to get a car to take you home?”
“Trying to get rid of me, Mr. Healy?” Leaning into his palm. “Never, Y/N.” Matty sighs, “Come back to my place for the night, please?”
“I don’t have clothes for work tomorrow.” I shake my head, but Matty simply smirks and shakes his head.
“Did you forget this is my company? You can have the day off. C’mon, stay with me.” I squint my eyes in faux consideration for a minute before shrugging. “You’re my boss, so I can’t really tell you no, can I?”
“You can tell me no, sweetheart, but I doubt you want to.” Matty hums and presses his lips to mine softly. “I’ll call the car around.”
I stare at his bare back as he walks away from me, his muscles flexing and expanding with each step.
God, this was so unprofessional to do, but it was worth it.