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Another night you and Matt were riding in the car, alone. Without Nick, without Chris, without anyone to interrupt your moment of pure tranquility, just the two of you and a route ahead. The wheels of the car moved slowly, there was no rush to get anywhere, the night was just about the two of you. You were the only vehicle on the way, lights illuminating the road as you drove into the early night. The soft music playing in the background and the air conditioning cooling the atmosphere, it felt like a perfect night.
You turned your head and saw one of your favorite images, Matt. As if your night couldn't be more perfect, Matt's presence made the trip even more enjoyable. You remained silent for a few moments, analyzing every movement of his delicate body. How his eyes focused on the dark road, how his brown hair fell on his forehead, and how his long, skinny fingers intertwined in the steering wheel to turn.
The moment would have been beautiful if it hadn't started to rain. Sure, you loved the rain, its scent, its sound, but not in the middle of a lonely road. With every swear you cursed at the night's weather the rain thickened. The water fell in sheets, drops hitting the glass of the windows and windshield of Matt's car, traffic lights try to help illuminate in the flood and darkness. Matt can't decide whether to drive at a fast or slow pace, but as the tires lose control in a particularly large mud puddle, he lets go of the wheel.
“We’re fucked.” Matt mutters, before turning to look at you, finding any sort of reassurance in your eyes.
“Shit, there's no one we can call?” you question, looking out your window to see if any cars drove by to give you help.
"Who? Chris? That idiot? Please." he answers sarcastically and then covers his face with his hands, huffing in frustration.
“Calm down,” you assured him with a smile. “The night is too pretty for you to get angry, look how beautiful the stars look.” you pointed to the water-soaked windshield, motioning for him to look at the bright spots in the dark sky.
“Yes, very pretty, they would look better if we weren't stranded in the middle of nowhere.”
“My god, can you enjoy something for once?”
“Sorry, it's just… we were supposed to have a good night.” he spits, and you just take his hand to tangle his fingers with yours, caressing his knuckles with your thumb.
“I'm having a great night.” you said. Your hand sought his cheek and you cupped it before moving closer to place a warm, sweet kiss on his lips. When you separated, his lips chased yours, seeking to feel you again.
“Kiss me again-” he murmured in a hoarse, breathless voice. "Please." he licked his lips, and you obviously obeyed. You brought your lips together again in a passionate kiss, a kiss that made Matt spill whimpers across your lips as he let your tongue delve into his mouth, exploring and owning every part of it. His hands made their way to your waist, lifting you off the seat beneath him and moving you closer to him, while yours trailed to his neck, intertwining with his soft hair. Matt furrowed his brows as you took control of his mouth, biting his lower lip making him let out the most angelic of soft moans as you positioned yourself in his lap.
“I'm so stressed…” Matt broke away to breathe, pressing his forehead in yours.
“I know, let me help you.”
"How?"
“Fuck the stress out of me.” you answered. When Matt heard you he couldn't do anything, he just looked you straight in the eyes. You could see how his pupils dilated, leaving behind all the blue that was in his eyes to be taken by a dark, desire-filled black. “I can handle it.”
“…Go to the back seat.” he breathed out, still shocked by your statement.
You moved to the back seat and waited for Matt to move too, but he kept sat in the driver's seat, gripping the steering wheel tightly, nails digging into the material.
“I'm fucking pissed, do you think you can take me?” he asks, as frustrated as he is he still believes your consent is the most crucial thing. “You don't have to-“
“Give me everything you got.” you said smiling, and it was all Matt needed to hear. In one quick movement he jumped to the back seat where you were and climbed on top of you. His eyes roamed over your face, something dark and hungry in his expression. He grabbed your chin with one hand, and before you could protest or ask what he had planned, his mouth was on yours in a kiss far less innocent than the one you had just shared, taking your lips in a roughly, quickly and desperately. He bit your lips with such force, as if he wanted to make you bleed. Your hips involuntarily moved in sync with his, which moved over your crotch seeking friction and releasing that tension accumulated inside him.
With one hand, Matt removed your shirt to start leaving hungry bites on your neck. Normally, they would be soft, wet kisses placed on your collarbones, but tonight there were angry, violent teeth digging into your skin. You just hissed in pain-pleasure, scared and excited to know what his next move would be. He removed his shirt fastly, discarding it and throwing it somewhere in the car. You immediately followed by scratching your nails down his bare back, leaving thin red marks in your wake, and Matt clearly loved the way they felt. As he slowly but aggressively drew his fingers down to your waistband, you groaned out in pleasure and arched up against him in his rapture, you could feel his hard cock twitching against your clothed core.
“You like pain, huh? “I’ll show you some fucking pain.” he groaned before harshly smacking you across the face, leaving a red handprint on your soft cheek. You only gasped, unable to speak after such a hard, painful hit. In an expert motion he flipped you over, now leaving your chest pressing the back of the seat and your body in a perfect position on all fours. He pulled down your pants and panties in one motion, and you helped him remove them by stretching your legs. Then, he lowered his pants and boxers to his knees, leaving him half dressed while you were exposed and ready in front of him, it felt somewhat humiliating.
Without even preparing you, he shoved his entire dick into your tight hole, causing you to let out a scream of pain. Not even two seconds passed and Matt was already pounding inside you, the only sounds were your bodies slapping against eachother, your shlick core being fucked mercilessly, and your moans struggling to leave your throat. You could feel the car beneath you shaking from the force with which he was moving.
It felt like it was personal, like you deserved to be punished, there was so much rage in every thrust he made. Matt pinned your hands behind your back, cuffing your wrists so you couldn't move or fight back. You could feel every blow inside you, every thrust that hit your cervix, bruising it.
“You’re too deep-” was all you could mutter, eyes rolling back to your head, and Matt only responded by going deeper. He pressed his chest against your back, like a predator hunting his prey, imposing dominance and making you feel helpless.
“You act so though, yet you can’t take some dick.” he mocked in your ear, to which you could only answer with a moan. Curiosity was growing in Matt, so the hand that was squeezing your hip so tightly went to your stomach and pressed into your abdomen, feeling how deep he was in you. The feeling of his cock moving in and out of your body, using you at his disposal like a doll, only awakened a more primal need, and brought him further to the edge. Matt swore he could cum just from imagining the sight of his dick stabbing your cunt.
Matt wasn't making love to you, he wasn't even fucking you, he was using you. He was using you as a toy, a toy that just sits, looks pretty, and takes what you give it. You turned your head as best you could, and looked into Matt's eyes while you moaned, and looking in his eyes you saw no emotion. There was no passion, there was no tenderness, there was no love like there normally was, you just saw pure rage trying to break free. He was determined to see your reaction to each thrust, to show his power over you, to show that if he wanted to he could hurt you.
His hands left you free to change positions, one of them went to your clit to rub quick, stimulating circles, and the other went to your mouth, putting two fingers in it. You didn't have the strength to make a sound, so the only way to show that you were still conscious was to swirl your tongue around his digits.
You could sense he was close by the way his thrusts began to lose control, but never aggression. The moans in your ear no longer had any form, they only sounded like whimpers, the submissive side that Matt always had was peeking out, but he quickly regained composure. Now both hands rested on your neck, squeezing it tightly, cutting off your air circuit as if it were a homicide. He wasn't squeezing in the right spot, he was simply choking you as if he genuinely intended to kill you. Tears formed in your eyes and you didn't know why, from pleasure, pain, or lack of air. But you didn't move, you couldn't. You didn't talk, you didn't beg, you just received. He moved inside you like an animal in heat, disorderly thrusts that only sought to satisfy him, without caring how you felt.
“Close-“ he warned you, “Take every drop” even though you couldn't make a sound, you mentally nodded. Imagining him finally cumming, emptying himself into you, milking himself brought you close to climaxing quickly.
And just like that Matt cums inside you, a long moan echoing in your ears as he fills you to the brim with his seed. As if it were possible, he buries himself even deeper into you, seeking to keep his cum stored deep in your body. That sensation alone was enough to follow in his footsteps and cum with a scream of his name. Both of your legs trembled while you tried to regain consciousness and he tried to regain his breathing. He pulled out, and that familiar feeling of the warm liquid dripping out of you came back, this time dripping on Matt's car too. The hands that almost killed you seconds ago now touched your thighs sweetly, reaching your messy core and scooping the cum dripping from it just to put it inside you once again. You whimpered at the now tender movements of his hands.
"Was that too much? Was I good?" Matt asked and you couldn't help but believe that it was the cutest thing you ever heard, how a man he could hit you and also stroke you. Even though he had used your body as a disposable toy, he now cared about knowing how you felt, and especially if his performance was good. Matt needed your praise, he needed to know he was doing things right, he wanted to make sure he didn't let you down.
"Very good, Matt. Are you feeling better?" you asked, to which he just nodded and placed a kiss on your cheek.