Isla's POV
"Remind me to set my alarm." Matt murmured, kissing my neck.
Yeah yeah, he was here again. He'd been here nearly every night since the dinner party, not every night, and frankly I didn't want to know where he'd been on those nights.
"What for?" I asked, pulling away slightly.
He didn't answer me at first, he kissed me deeply.
We were currently on my couch, where we'd been watching a movie, but now we were laying down, wrapped around eachother. I knew without a doubt we'd be heading for the bedroom shortly.
"We leave tomorrow." He finally answered.
Oh they do! I'd forgotten all about it, but not really, more like I'd mentally blocked it from my mind.
"Oh yeah." I mumbled, pulling his shirt over his head.
I ran my hands over his chest, groaning internally, god, he was so devine.
"You'll miss me." He murmured, sliding his hand inside my shirt.
"I fucking doubt it." I lied.
"Oh please." He said, pulling back to look at me.
"Oh please what?"
"You know you will."
"I'm looking forward to not seeing your face for three weeks."
That was a complete lie. The thought of not seeing him for three weeks made me feel sick and the thought of what he'd be doing in those three weeks made me feel even sicker.
"So Isla." He said, wearing that cocky grin. "Why is it that you don't have a boyfriend?"
I looked up at him and shrugged. "I haven't met anyone I like." Or anyone who likes me back honestly.
He smirked. "You'll miss me."
That cocky prick. "No Matt, I won't." I lied.
"Well in that case." He said standing up.
I looked up at him. Damn, he was going to leave, but instead he leant down, picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.
"I had better show you what you'll be missing." And he slapped my ass.
My panties were instantly wet and I let him throw me on the bed, where he undressed me, a little roughly.
"Roll over." He told me.
"What?"
"Roll over onto your hands and knees."
I did as he said and suddenly he slammed himself into me. I cried out because it hurt a little, but also it felt so fucking good.
He started banging away at me and I couldn't do anything but grip onto one of my pillows. I kind of wanted to tell him to stop, but I didn't, because it felt amazing, but it felt so dirty at the same time.
I closed my eye's and bit my lip, trying not to cry out, but failing.
"You're gonna miss this." He grunted, pumping away.
No, this I wasn't going to miss, not at all.
Suddenly he stopped, pulling out and I was glad, hoping he'd finished, I really wanted him to leave now, but he wasn't.
He reached down, pulling me up to my knees and pulling me back against him, wrapping his arm's around me.
He didn't say anything, he just turned my face towards his and kissed me softly.
"You'll miss me Isla." He murmured.
"No I won't, not that." I whispered so softly, not sure if he heard me.
He tightened his arms around me, kissing me again and laying me down on the bed.
Now he was tender, kissing me, caressing me. Now this, this is what I would I miss.
He moved over the top of me, kissing me and reaching down between us, guiding himself into me.
I closed my eye's, whimpering softly. It hurt. He'd hurt me.
I felt tears sting my eye's as he moved, but now he was being gentle, kissing me softly, moving slowly and it began to feel good.
This was the Matt I wanted, not the other one, not the one who hurt me, I thought as I came.
"You'll miss me." He whispered again.
Was he trying to convince himself?
He buried his face in my neck, moaning softly, slowing down and finally rolling off.
I stared at the ceiling, not saying anything. I was hurting, deep inside I was aching because of what he'd done.
"Uh I have to go." He mumbled, getting up.
I didn't say anything, I just layed there with my hand over my stomach, willing the cramping feeling to go away.
"So um, I might see you in Sacramento." He said opening my bedroom door.
"Maybe." I whispered, closing my eyes as I felt a tear run down my cheek.
"Isla." He murmured, but he stopped. "Never mind." He whispered, leaving.
When I heard the front door close I rolled over onto my side, curling into a ball and sobbing.
I was crying because I hurt down below, but I was crying mainly because my heart hurt, it hurt so much.
