Taylor's POV
Robbers - the 1975
I wake up to surroundings I don't recognise. It takes me a good 5 minutes to remember where I am. Matty's. Matty's house indeed. Memories from last night briefly pop into my head I decide to address those later.
I glance to the other end of the sofa and there he is sleeping his head on the far end cushion. I marvel at the thought that I have only known him since yesterday, yet so much ground has been covered. I feel as though I have known him for much longer.
My phone starts vibrating on the coffee table. I pull myself away from staring at him. Looking at my phone I notice somebody has plugged my phone in so it's fully charged. I smile just knowing it was Matthew.
Ross is on the sofa next to ours, sleeping. Both have clearly given me a bit of space. Neither have left me like it is some kind of competition. I don't know where the others are.
I move to reach my phone, stirring Matty. He flips on the sofa so he is laying in the same direction as me, next to me. Once I get my phone I snuggle back down into this duvet, it feels like heaven. He positions himself to lay down next to me still half asleep. I notice I'm still wearing Ross' shirt. I don't have any spare clothes with me as I wasn't intending on any sleepovers when I left yesterday. Certainly not with several hot college guys.
I check my phone. A few messages from Tom. Whatever happened to leaving me alone, I wonder. I decide to ignore them. Let him work things out with mystery pouty girl, I can't remember her stupid name. They deserve each other. I place my phone down on the floor and sigh. Ross is snoring on his seat of the sofa. Matty reaches his arm and hooks it around me. Hugging my waist.
"Mmm" I moan and he smiles, eyes still closed.
How is it even possible for somebody to look more exquisite after a night of drinking, and sleeping on the sofa. I look for the clock and see it's 10am. I idly run my fingers through his dark hair.
"That's the best I've slept in like forever" he whispers, trying not to wake Ross.
"I slept great, you have a nice sofa" I laugh slightly.
"Just a nice sofa?" he chuckles.
I reach my hands down his back and around his hips. He inhales sharply.
I'm about to be brave, really brave until another phone vibrates. I don't know what his looks like but it appears to belong to him as he groans.
"I gotta check it" he whispers.
He sits up next to me phone in his hands. Swiping the screen and all I can think is his hands should be on me and not that phone.
"Nothing important" he says dropping the phone down on the floor.
He lays back. Looking into my eyes facing me. And his eyes look glorious, no longer deep and withdrawn.
"What's the deal" he questions looking shy. Those eyes, If I could just ignore him talking for a minute, I'd like to just stare at his green eyes.
And that's a bit of a loaded question for the morning after.
"The deal with?" I venture softly.
"You and Ross" he says, direct isn't he?
"He's right there, you will wake him" I say trying to dodge his awkward question. And also trying to ignore the hurt I feel that he didn't say you and me.
"Please just answer me" he says inquiringly.
"Do you like him?" He asks me cheekily a smile spreading across his face.
I'm awake enough to know I need to be careful here.
"I know he likes you a lot" he teases, pulling my hair back away from my face and kissing me.
"And how do you know that?" I ask him when he stops kissing me.
"I asked him of course" he says matter of factly
"Did you not feel his hands all over you every second he could get last night" he whispers, his hands under the T-shirt and over my hips.
"What did you say ? To him. Ross I mean" I ask casually.
"I just asked him that's all. Chill" he says quietly.
Ross stirs, and we lay there silently. He waits a few minutes and then whispers again.
"Come with me?" He asks.
Without a second thought I follow him. Sneaking out of the living room and up the stairs which now seem less daunting now that I am sober.
"Where are we going" I whisper back, smiling.
He takes my hand in his upstairs, We head into one of the rooms. Theres around five bedrooms, all with matching oak doors. I can only assume this one is his. There's a nice double bed, a chair at the side, with guys clothes strewn all over it. Messy Matthew. He sits down in it, leaving me standing in front of him. He smiles up at me.
"Care to join me" he winks suggestively. He is so playful.
I mean I should have thought better, following Matty into his bedroom. I'm definitely asking for this. He pulls his hands through his hair, he's tense yet excited I can sense it.
I have the control, he's given it to me. The trouble is I can't even think of saying no to him. He knows that.
I take off the shirt and leave it on the floor. His eyes widen. I toss half of my brunette curls back over my shoulder. He is at my mercy.
I take one step closer to him, bending down I kiss him. A long kiss. I don't think I'll ever grow bored of kissing him. He pulls me down onto him. I smile against his lips breaking the kiss briefly. He chuckles.
"Oh it's like that is it?" He teases me.
"What do you want" I ask mimicking him from last night.
"You know full well what I want" he says, and I shiver.
"Are you cold? Come here" he drags a blanket over us, I wasn't cold, he just has an effect on my body.
His hands go around my waist and over my hips. I'm still kissing him. But every time he touches me I gasp. He pulls his hands up to my bra and unhooks it.
"Matthew" I say and he gasps.
"That sounds good, you saying my name" he says raggedly.
Although I am utterly inexperienced he gives me confidence in the way that he looks at me as if I am his ultimate wish. He gasps under my touch, inhaling sharply and I know that I am doing something right.
"Your hands are so soft" he says, his large hands are cupping my breast, I've never had any hands on my breast before and I almost laugh. Matthew explores my entire body with his hands, and I lose all concentration. Closing my eyes and falling into his touch.
"You like that" he smiles.
"Me touching you" he whispers.
"Say it's only for me" he demands and I gasp my lips against his mouth.
How did we get here, I think looking down at him.
Eyes that glisten alight with passion and lust. I give him complete control over me as I am pulled away from my thoughts.
"Matthew" I whisper as he kisses my neck, whispering in my ear.
"It's all yours" I say, half moan to him as I reach my climax.