Page 40 of Matched (LSU #5)

“ I ’d like to formally offer you a job for the next academic year.” Mrs. H. tapped a biro on the computer monitor. “It’s a continuation of the job you already have, with a slight increase in pay. Are you interested?”

“Yeah. Definitely. Thanks, Mrs. H. That would be great. I like working here.”

She smiled. “You’ve been a model employee as far as I’m concerned. We need more people like you. Reliable, hard-working…well. I’ll say no more. It wouldn’t do you good to get a big head.”

“Ha. Yeah. Thanks. Uh, so what do I need to do?”

“Come here and fill in this form. It’s the same contract you filled in last year, so if none of your details have changed, you can go ahead and digitally sign it. You’ll receive notifications of your shifts the same way as usual when the new academic year begins in September.”

“Okay. Thank you.” When she slid her chair out of the way, I read through the form and digitally signed it.

“You’re welcome. Now, go and enjoy the rest of your final shift before the summer.”

“I will.” Flashing her a grin, I returned to the cart I’d been stacking with books.

I couldn’t believe how well everything was working out.

My boss at the student union had already offered me shifts for next semester, so I was sorted for employment.

My exams were finished, my assignments had been handed in, and after this final hour was up, I’d be free to enjoy the summer with Nate.

Making my way up to the fourth floor, I shoved my earbuds in and cranked up the volume on my music player. Leaving my trolley against the wall, I picked up an armful of books, dipping into the stacks so I could return them to their rightful places on the shelves.

Arms came around my waist from behind, and I relaxed against my boyfriend’s chest. Easing one of my earbuds out of my ear, he placed a soft kiss to the side of my throat.

I sighed. “Mmm. Hi.”

“Hi.” His lips curved against my skin. “I’m done. My final project’s been submitted, and that’s it. My life as an undergraduate student at LSU is over.”

I piled my remaining books on the shelf in front of me and turned around in Nate’s grip. Pressing him into the shelves behind him, I brought my mouth down on his. He opened for me, his tongue sliding against mine as we kissed, slow and deep, until we were both breathless.

“I fucking love kissing you, Charlie B.” Cupping my face, he kissed me again, slowly grinding his hips into mine. “Feel what you do to me.”

“Same,” I breathed. “I really wish we were alone.”

“We will be.” Disentangling us, he exhaled heavily. “Okay. We’ll make the most of that later. For now, let me help you stack these books.”

“Have a good summer!” Ander shouted out of the window as he and Elliot drove out of the student car park. I waved until they couldn’t be seen anymore, and then turned to Nate, wrapping my arms around him.

“It’s weird that nearly everyone’s leaving.”

He kissed the side of my head as he rubbed my back. “I know, but they’ll all be back in September, and so will we.”

“You don’t have any regrets about staying here for your master’s, do you?”

“No. None. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be. I get to have my boyfriend, my sister, and my best mate close to me, and I get to spend my free time with you.”

“When you put it that way…” I angled my head for a kiss.

Nate leaned into it for a few seconds before he ducked away from me, grabbing my hand as he led me towards his car. “Hold that thought. Before we pick up my sister and drive her to my dad’s, I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“A surprise? What is it?”

“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise, would it?”

“Obviously.” I rolled my eyes, and he swatted my ass. When I gave him a warning glare, he laughed.

“Don’t give me that look. Come on. Get in the car, and I can show you. You’ve definitely got all your stuff?”

Opening the passenger door, I nodded. “I think so. All the important things, anyway. I’ve got stuff at home, too, if there’s anything I’ve forgotten.”

We slid inside the car, and Nate started up the engine.

Instead of heading towards Sophie’s accommodation, he turned right out of the car park, directing the car down a side road.

After just a couple of minutes of driving, he turned into a narrow alleyway that opened up into a small parking area in front of a tall, multi-storey red brick building.

Slotting his car into one of the free spaces, he switched off the engine.

“We need to get out for a minute.”

Intrigued, I followed him down the side of the building. He stopped at a door with a keypad next to it and punched in a code. Inside, we entered a lift that took us up to the sixth floor.

Nate came to a stop outside a plain white door with a small metal plate with the number 603 screwed into the wood “Here we are.” Fishing out his keys from his pocket, he opened the door. “My new apartment.”

“You found somewhere!”

“Yeah. Thanks to my supervisor. She lives on the third floor. It’s not technically a student flat, but they have a deal with the uni to give cheaper rates.

It’s only a six-minute walk from campus, and look.

” Toeing off his shoes, he moved to the window and tapped the glass. “I get a great view of the Shard.”

I stared around the open-plan lounge and kitchen, taking it all in. The space was painted in an off-white, with wooden floors, soft rugs, and a huge window letting in the afternoon sunlight. It was decorated simply with natural wood and leather furnishings. A blank canvas, ready for Nate.

I loved it.

Curious, I took off my own shoes, leaving them on the rack by the front door, and checked out the other rooms. There was a small bathroom with a walk-in shower—big enough for two people, I noted—a small storage cupboard, and a bedroom with a huge bed surrounded by an iron frame.

The bed was already covered with a duvet and pillows, even though the rest of the flat was undecorated.

Nate came up next to me, sliding his arm around my waist. “Did you notice how I got the bed ready, even though I haven’t moved anything else in yet?”

“Mmm. I might have noticed that. How long before we have to pick Sophie up?”

“About an hour. Enough time to make a start on the list of all the things I want to do to you in this bed.”

“You actually have a list?”

“Not written down, but it’s all up here.” He tapped his head. Twisting to face me, he ran his hand down my torso, curling his fingers around the hem of my T-shirt. “So many things I want to do to you, and I want you to do to me. It might take a long time.”

My breath hitched. “How long?”

Lifting my T-shirt over my head, he dropped it to the floor. “Years.”

I tugged his T-shirt off, palming his pecs. “Years?”

“Yeah.” Lowering himself into a crouch, he slid his hands up my thighs, leaning in to nuzzle at my hardening cock. “Years and years.”

“Fuuuck, Nate.”

“No objections?” He smirked up at me as he pulled my shorts and underwear down.

“Nope. None.” My hands landed in his hair, trying to direct his head forwards to my erection. He teased me by swirling his tongue around the head, licking up a bead of precum, before he pulled away. When he climbed to his feet, he grinned at my noise of protest. Bastard.

“Something the matter?”

“Yeah. You’re neglecting my dick.”

“What about you? You’re neglecting mine.” He gestured to the tent in his shorts, and my mouth watered. He was right. I needed that in my mouth, now.

Dropping down, I got the rest of his clothes off in about five seconds and wasted no time in taking his cock down my throat.

“Fucking hell.” He collapsed back against the wall, and I went with him, sucking him down with expert skill level. We’d done this enough times by now that I knew exactly what he liked.

A hand landed on my head, stilling my movements. I stared up at Nate through watering eyes to find him looking down at me with a conflicted gaze. Easing his dick from my mouth, I lightly stroked him up and down asI cleared my throat. “What’s up?”

He shook his head. “I wish we had more time. I love it when you suck my dick, but… Fuck. It’s stupid.”

Rising to my feet, I cupped his nape, bringing our foreheads together. “Tell me.”

“I kind of pictured our first-ever time in this bedroom with me inside you, and there’s not enough time for us to go twice before we have to leave. Told you it was stupid. It’s not like it should matter. We’ll have plenty of time to do everything in all the positions.”

“Nate, that isn’t stupid. Get on the bed. How do you want me?”

“Ride me, cowboy style.”

I laughed. “Guess I’d better saddle up, partner.” I tipped an imaginary cowboy hat.

“Okay, this is going from hot to not.”

“Yeah. You’re right.” We grinned at each other, and then I grabbed his arm, dragging him over to the bed. “Bet I can get you back in the mood if you lie down.”

His humour died away as he lay back on the bed, and what a sight he was. Stretched out fully nude, showing all those sculpted muscles and that hard dick, glistening with precum and my saliva…he was so fucking hot.

“Volcano levels,” I murmured to myself.

“Huh?”

“You. You’re volcano-level hot.”

His eyes darkened. “So are you, Charlie. Come here.”

I detoured to his bedside table before climbing onto the bed, and as I’d hoped, he’d stocked up with supplies. I counted six bottles of lube, two boxes of condoms, and a few other items that looked very interesting…

Grabbing the closest lube, I paused. “Condoms or bare? If we have enough time for clean-up, I vote for bare.”

“Bare. We’ll make time.”

“Mmm. Okay.” I closed the drawer and climbed on the bed, straddling his thighs. “You know how you fucked me this morning? I think if we take it slow and use enough lube, you can go in with no prep. Wanna try it?”

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Yes.”

While Nate liberally coated his cock with lube I spared a few moments to spread some lube around my hole, dipping my fingers inside.

When everything was covered in a slick warmth, I rose above him and reached around behind me, holding his dick in place.

Taking deep, even breaths, I began to lower myself down, easing him inside me at a glacial pace.

As I took him deeper, breathing through it, my thighs shaking with the effort of taking it so slowly, the initial burn faded to a more pleasurable stretch.

“You feel so good,” Nate rasped, his hands spreading my cheeks as he palmed my ass. “You took my cock, balls deep, just like that. You’re fucking incredible.”

“Mmm.” I remained still, getting used to the feel of him inside me and allowing my thighs a minute to recover before I put them to work again. “Fuck. You feel even bigger than normal.”

A satisfied smile curved over his lips, and that cocky look did things to my dick.

I fisted it as I straddled his body, watching my precum drip onto his torso.

The sight was so fucking hot, and it seemed as if Nate agreed because he groaned out a whole string of swear words, staring at my erection with a heavy-lidded gaze, his pupils blown wide.

“Ride me, Charlie.”

I began to move, rolling my hips as he held me. His hips came up to meet mine, and we got into a rhythm, fucking harder as I opened up for him. I bore down on him, changing the angle just a bit, and—fuck. Yes .

“Fuuuuck. That’s it.” My prostate was being stimulated so fucking perfectly, I barely even needed to touch my dick.

It was a sensory overload—Nate fucking into me, his body so hot and hard beneath mine, his cock filling me so completely, touching the nerve endings inside me that sent jolts of pleasure through my body.

My dick was dripping, throbbing in my hand as I stroked myself in time with the thrust of our hips.

My climax tore through me, my cum shooting across Nate’s torso, all the way up to his face. I jerked and shook, gasping through it, my mind blanking out as white burst behind my eyelids.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Nate thrust upwards, making me cry out at the sudden overstimulation, and then he lifted me up and off him, pushing me down onto the bed on my back.

Leaning over me, he stroked his cock hard and fast, and I closed my eyes as he marked me with his release.

Hot stripes of cum hit my face, and I slid out my tongue, so greedy for his taste.

A finger stroked across my cheek.

“Open up,” Nate said in a low, hoarse voice, and when I did, he smeared his release over my lips before dipping his finger into my mouth. “You’re a fucking miracle, Charlie Brooks. How did I get so lucky?”

“I’m the lucky one. Nate Glover loves me.”

I felt him shift next to me, the mattress dipping, and then soft lips were on mine. “I do. I really, really do.”