Mirror, Mirror

Mirror, Mirror
By Misha

Disclaimer- Not mine.

Author’s Notes- I have a ton of things on my to-write list, but then I came across this mirror sex image and I was inspired to write a story for it and I knew it best fit Matt and Sabrina and the rest just kind of wrote itself. This is just pure smut without any real plot, it’s set during Chapter 15 of Book 1 as they shoot “Tender Nothings”.

Rating- NSFW

Pairing- Matt/MC

Summary- Matt and Sabrina steal an intimate moment on the set of “Tender Nothings”.

Words- 1316

There was something interesting about shooting a movie and acting out love scenes with someone that you are romantically involved. As Matt and I shot our scene and acted out the romantic flirting and tension between Marcy and Hooper, I was always aware of him.

And when it was done, when we were Matt and Sabrina again, the tension and chemistry still lingered, taking a different form. There was no game of cat and mouse now, just two people who wanted each other desperately.

Our eyes met and I could see the need in his eyes.

We listened politely to Teja’s instructions, though I hoped that Matt caught more of them than I did, but as soon as we could, we took the opportunity to leave, heading straight for Matt’s trailer.

As soon as we were inside, we were in each other’s arms, Matt pushing me up against the door as lips crashed together in a hot, desperate kiss.

“You are so fucking sexy,” he muttered, swiftly undoing the buttons of my shirt. “It’s so hard to keep my hands off you out there.”

“Well, right now, you can put your hands anywhere you want them,” I told him, threading my leg between his and hooking it around bringing him closer. I could feel his hardness straining against his jeans and I ground my hips into him eliciting a groan from him.

“How about here,” Matt asked, cupping my breasts, which were now straining against the lace of my bra, desperate for his touch.

“That’s a pretty good start,” I agree with a pant, undoing Matt’s shirt and exposing his muscular chest, “What else have you got?”

“You just need to wait and see,” Matt told me with a grin and then he lifted me up and carried me across the room, placing me on his dressing table.

“Here?” I asked, a little surprised.

“I wanted you to be able to get a good look,” Matt told me, nodding his head toward the giant mirror and I felt the heat coursing through me at the idea.

Matt quickly undid my bra, tossing it to aside, and then eased my jeans over my hips, my lace panties quickly following, leaving me completely bare.

“Lean back,” he instructed and I did so, placing my hands on the surface of the counter for support. Matt leaned forward, taking one of my breasts in my mouth as his hands traveled lower, his fingers tracing my lower lips to see how wet I was.

“Matt,” I sighed in pleasure. I tilted my head so I could get a look at the mirror, at the sight of Matt’s head between my breasts, taking turns lavishing each one with attention and his hands between my legs. I could see myself, ready and eager for him, and the look of pleasure on my face as he eased his fingers inside of me.

“Fuck this is hot,” I muttered, fascinated by the sight.

“And we’re just getting started,” Matt told me, lifting his mouth from my breasts to kiss me deeply, his tongue demanding entry into my mouth as his fingers continued to work their magic. “Come for me, Bree. I want to watch you watch yourself come.”

His thumb stroked my clit as he spoke, his fingers still pumping in and out of me at a pace that had me oh so close. I squirmed against his hand, my eyes fastened on the mirror. A few more practiced movements and I fell over the edge, seeing the blissful look on my own face as I screamed Matt’s name, thankful that the trailers were sound-proof.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, “you are so fucking beautiful when you come.” He kissed me again. “I love knowing that I can make you look like that.”

“Yes…” I whimpered, riding out the last waves of the orgasm. I shifted my weight to one hand, using the other to reach out and undo Matt’s jeans. I then slid my hand inside and caressed him through the fabric of his boxers.

“Bree…” He groaned, straining against my hand.

“Fuck me, Matt,” I invited, “fuck me right here so we can both watch.”

He didn’t need any further invitation and quickly pulled down his jeans and boxers and then kicked them off. He also shrugged off his shirt, which had been hanging open, and tossed it into the same pile.

I wondered if I’d ever get sick of the sight of Matt Rodriguez naked. Especially naked and turned on, his hot gaze focused on me, looking at me like I was the most delicious thing he had ever seen and he was starving. Somehow I doubted it.

“What do you want?” He asked in a low voice as he lined himself up at my entrance, his hands gripping my hips.

“You,” I groan, “I want you inside of me, fucking me hard, and making me come.”

“Good,” Matt said as he slammed into me, his mouth covering mine as he began to thrust hard and fast. I met him thrust for thrust, tilting my hips up into his. I kept my eyes fasted on the mirror, watching as his cock slid in and out of my waiting pussy. I moaned at the sight.

“You like that don’t you?” Matt asked, reaching out to grab my hair, tugging on it. “You like watching me fuck you.”

“Yes!!!” I shout, nothing how turned on I looked, the way my bare breasts were heaving, how flushed my skin was, and the look of absolute bliss on my face as Matt pumped in and out of me.

Matt seemed to notice my breasts too, because he let go of my hair and lowered his mouth to my breasts once more, licking and sucking on one while kneading the other with his hand, his fingers turning my nipples into rock-hard pebbles.

“Matt!!!” I moan, tilting my head back so far, that my hair brushes the counter. I don’t care. I just care about Matt and what he’s doing to me. “Oh Matt!!!”

“That’s it, Bree,” he encouraged, his breath tickling my bare breasts, “come for me gorgeous. Watch yourself come around my cock.”

His words are enough to push me over the edge and I do what he bade, clenching around him as I come hard. “Matt! Oh my God! Matt!!!”

“Fuck you feel so good!” Matt groaned, taking a few more sloppy thrusts, his mouth covering mine in a deep kiss as he came hard inside of me.

I collapsed against the counter, Matt resting his hands beside me for support, our bodies still intimately connected.

“That was…” I groaned out, barely able to speak.

“Yeah,” he agreed with a grin. “You are amazing, baby.”

He pulled out of me, but instead of stepping back, he leaned forward and kissed me sweetly.

I kissed him back happily and then groaned. “We’re probably going to be needed back on set soon.”

“Probably.” Matt agreed with a sigh. “Though I’d much rather stay here with you all day.”

I looked at my reflection, thankfully my hair and make-up were mostly intact, at worst I might just need a refresher. I did look delightfully fucked though, my skin all flushed and my thighs sticky with Matt’s cum.

To my surprise, Matt reached over and turned on the sink that was to my left, grabbing a cloth and wetting it. He then tenderly wiped my thighs, an action that was almost as sexy as what he’d been doing to me a few minutes over.

“Tonight we’ll go to my place and we’ll soak in my giant tub,” he promised me when he was done, having quickly cleaned himself up as well.

“That sounds wonderful amazing,” I sighed as he helped me off the counter and we both began to get dressed. “And I assume there are mirrors?”

Matt grinned. “Baby, you know it.”

  • End

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Misha

Mom. Writer. Dreamer.

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