Megan had nearly finished all the paintings for her show that was set to happen on April 9. Hannah had sat in on the last modeling session that Matt had done for Megan. The painting centered on the shoulders and biceps of Matt and Alex, one of his former teammates, standing back to back with their arms crossed over their chests. They made an impressive display—two handsome, ripped football players standing shirtless in a room left Hannah a little breathless, especially since one of them was hers. But Megan’s rendering of Matt’s pale Nordic skin contrasting with Alex’s bronze Hispanic coloring was nothing short of beautiful.
Afterward Megan showed her the piece she loved the most color-wise. It was the hands of three people. The first set of hands were small, almost the color of bisque porcelain, palms together. A pair of hands that were almost the same bronze as Alex surrounded the first pair, and another pair of dark brown hands surrounded those two. The contrasts of the three pairs of hands, the shading and photorealistic attention to detail, showed the beauty of each one.
Hannah couldn’t help browsing through the completed canvases that leaned against the wall. They represented every imaginable skin tone—pale with different undertones, various shades of tan and bronze, to the darkest brown Hannah had seen on a person. They were almost abstract, focusing on specific body parts, like the one of Matt and Alex that only showed one shoulder and upper bicep of each guy. She couldn’t even pick out the one of her and Daniel. “Holy cow, Megan. These are amazing. How many people did you get to model for you?”
Megan shrugged, a pleased smile coming to her face. “I’m not sure. Ten or fifteen I think. I recruited almost everyone I know and made the guys help me get people from the football team. Some of the figure models helped me out, but they’re not a very diverse group, so I mostly had to beg and plead. You know about the party, right?”
Hannah stopped looking through the paintings. “What party?”
“For the show.” Megan perched on the stool next to her easel, her arms crossed, a small frown on her face. “Matt didn’t tell you?” When Hannah shook her head, Megan went on. “He probably just forgot, the dork. Anyway, there’s a party the opening night of the show. All the models are invited, but I want you there as a friend, too.”
“Of course. Count me in. I’d love to go.”
They made their way back into the living room where Chris and Matt sat on the couch playing a video game. Megan looked them over and turned back to Hannah. “Only a week left of classes until spring break. Any plans?”
Hannah shrugged, her eyes straying to Matt. “I’m not sure. My roommate is planning on going home, but I’m not sure if I want to go with her or not. What about you?”
“I’m going home with Chris. It’s going to be the official meet-the-parents visit.” She leaned closer, her voice lower. “I’m actually a little nervous. I’ve never been introduced to someone’s parents like this before.”
“You have no reason to be nervous.” Chris’s eyes never left the screen, his thumbs and fingers pushing buttons on the controller. “They love you already because you’re making me graduate. Everything else is just a bonus for them.”
Matt paused the game to look at Hannah. “Stay here with me. You don’t have classes or work. I’ll call in sick on Monday, and we can have a long weekend together.”
“Okay. That sounds fun.” The grin on Matt’s face matched her own. She’d hoped to get to spend more time with Matt, which was why she hadn’t planned anything else. But she’d been too shy to bring it up before now.
His invitation added another mark in the tally to show that he cared about her as much as she did about him. He wanted to spend the week with her, sleeping with her every night. The only thing that worried her was how she’d be able to force herself to go back to her own apartment at the end of spring break. Over a week in Matt’s bed would make it feel more and more like home.
Chapter Twenty
“I could get used to this,” Matt whispered against Hannah’s lips. When he got home from work on Friday, he found her at his house, lounging on the couch in one of his T-shirts. And nothing else. Chris and Megan had left just after noon to drive to Port Orchard, so she’d been there alone, waiting for him. He couldn’t think of a better way to start the weekend.
He deepened the kiss, sliding his hands down her back until he reached the hem of the T-shirt where it fell just below her ass. He slipped one hand underneath the fabric, encountering bare skin. Fuck. She wasn’t even wearing underwear. Unless she had on a thong … He let out a low groan, his cock lengthening down the leg of his dress pants. Hannah’s lips curved in a smile against his.
Breaking the kiss, he pulled back, one hand still kneading her ass, the other coming around to the front to lift the shirt and confirm his suspicion. He was right. Nothing underneath. His dick got even harder.
“Fuck, Hannah,” he breathed. “You’re going to kill me.”
She gave him a wicked smile and pulled the shirt over her head.
“Naughty girl.”
“Oh, I’m a naughty girl, am I?”
That sexy, throaty quality in her voice always had the blood rushing to his cock, and he had to reach down and adjust himself in his pants. He was fully hard now, straining against his zipper. Like his dick had a mind of its own and needed to get to her. He nodded, licking his lips. “Very naught.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
The tease. She knew exactly what he’d do about it, all but begging him to spank her. He was so fucking turned on right now, he almost couldn’t bear it.
Closing the small distance between them, he pressed her naked body to his, grinding his cock against her belly, wishing his clothes weren’t still in the way. One hand tangled in her hair, and he pulled her head back to kiss her, owning her mouth before breaking the kiss, keeping her head pulled back while he spoke to her. “I’m going to spank that pretty ass until it’s red, and then I’m going to fuck you until you can’t come anymore.”
She whimpered low in her throat, the sound one of need, not fear. But he loved making her tell him that’s what she wanted, even when he knew she wanted it as much as he did.
“Do you want that, naughty girl?” She tried to nod, but his hand still held her head in place. “Say it. Tell me what you want me to do.”
Her cheeks, already pink with arousal, got even pinker as she blushed. He loved that he could make her blush like this, and she would still talk dirty to him anyway. Her voice came out breathy, barely above a whisper. “I—” She licked her lips, and the sight of her pink tongue flicking out had him biting back a groan. “I want you to spank my ass and fuck me.”
He grinned, showing all his teeth. “I believe I said I was going to spank your pretty ass until it’s red, and then fuck you until you can’t come anymore. If that’s what you want, you have to ask for all of that.”
She closed her eyes, that little whimper coming out again. Her lids lifted, her dark green eyes hazy with desire, and the fact that he put that look on her face made him even harder, the knowledge of the effect he had on her driving him wild. “Say it, Hannah.” He bent his head close to hers to whisper in her ear, biting gently on her earlobe, making her shiver before he continued. “Tell me exactly what you want. And ask me nicely.”
A sigh escaped her lips, and she licked them again. “Please, Matt. Please spank my pretty ass until it’s red and fuck me until I can’t come anymore.”
He growled low in his throat. “With pleasure.” His mouth crashed into hers, and she struggled against his grip, trying to get closer to him. When he pulled back, he sat on the couch and pulled her down across his lap, adjusting her so her upper body could rest on the cushions and her ass was right where he wanted it. He landed a slap in the middle of her right cheek, watching the rebound in her flesh, a pink handprint forming soon after. She jerked a little at the force of the spank. It was probably harder than she’d expected, the effect of her asking him to spank her—even if he had told her the words to sa
y—making him skip the lighter, warmup spanks. Rubbing the stinging skin for a moment, he braced his left arm across her back so she wouldn’t jump so much that she fell off his lap.
She jerked with each smack that landed on her ass, her cheeks turning pinker with each slap. He varied the tempo and strength of each spank, giving her little breaks to rub her ass and down between her legs, gauging her arousal and how red her skin was getting. He just wanted to get her blood flowing, let the pleasurable sting build her desire, the feeling of being naked over his lap while he still had on his work clothes get her primed so that the sex, when it happened, would be explosive.
With roommates around more often than not, this kind of play was a rare treat. But it was fantastic when they got the chance. He’d been so looking forward to this week with her all to himself, especially the long weekend where they could just laze around the house together. Naked. He had no intention of letting her put on clothes barring some emergency. His cock twitched against her side at the thought, the confinement in his pants getting uncomfortable, but he loved playing with her like this and didn’t want to stop yet. And from the way her hips lifted to meet his hand with each stroke, neither did she .
God, he loved her. So much. And he still hadn’t told her.
This week. He’d find the time this week and tell her, and hope she’d say it back. Even if she didn’t, yet, he knew it was just a matter of time. The longer they were together, the more time she spent with him, in his bed but also in his home, in his life, cooking together, sharing meals, doing her homework in the evenings, the closer they got, the more entwined their emotions became. Yes, if she wasn’t already in love with him, she was definitely falling. And he couldn’t wait until he could say those three words without worry, the casual intimacy more appealing than ever.
When she was panting and her ass was as red as he felt comfortable going, he scratched his nails in light circles all over her cheeks, then ran his hand down her crease, between her splayed legs. She opened them wider, giving him access. He rubbed her mound on the outside, lightly at first, then with growing pressure, sliding his fingers between her lips and plunging them inside her, causing her to jerk and moan at the sudden intrusion. But she moved her hips in time with his hand, and he couldn’t wait to get inside her. It never took long to get her to orgasm right after a spanking, and he’d spanked her harder than usual this time, so it should be even easier. He pressed down on the swollen spot against her front wall, rubbing, tapping, fucking her with his fingers.
She let out little moans, her breath quickening, and he knew she was getting close. He let his thumb drift between her cheeks, rubbing the puckered opening there while he finger-fucked her even harder. And like that she arched up, her arms going straight and her hands clutching the couch cushions in her fists. All her muscles clenched, including the ones surrounding his fingers. He sped up, giving it more pressure, and she exploded around him, her inner muscles spasming on his fingers, and he couldn’t wait until that was his cock. God, it felt so good when she came on his cock.
Slowing down the motions of his hand, he waited until the aftershocks ended and she’d grown limp before withdrawing, sliding his fingers over her ass and up her back, leaning down so he could turn her head and kiss her, thrusting his tongue in her mouth, the need to taste her fierce and consuming.
She responded, if a bit slowly, still boneless from her orgasm, turning the kiss from scorching to languorous, her tongue sliding against his rather than wrestling for dominance like she sometimes did. He loved all of it, all the variations of her kisses, the ways her body responded to him, the ways she gave herself to him, trusting him, even though he’d screwed up more than once and probably would again.
Breaking away, he stood up and stripped. “Fuck. Condom.” She just gave him a lazy smile from where she lay on the couch and pointed over her head at the end table behind her. He stepped forward and saw a strip of condoms lying there. He tore one off, opening it and rolling it on, before looking down at her. “You’re fucking awesome, Hannah.”
She smiled again and reached for him. “So are you, Matt. Now, I thought you were going to fuck me. Isn’t that what we decided?”
He gave her a wicked smile in return, kissing her deeply, but not settling on top of her. Yet. He fully intended to fuck her brains out, but he wanted to draw it out, knowing it would be so much better for both of them if he did. “Oh, you think you’re in charge now, naughty girl? I think maybe you need a tongue lashing in addition to your spanking.”
Her lips parted, but before she could say anything, he’d moved down, grasping her thighs and holding them back, turning her so he could kneel on the floor and have access to her, licking over all her pink flesh. Whatever she might’ve said was lost in a drawn out moan.
He went right to work, wanting her to come again before he fucked her. Two orgasms was the most he’d ever given her in one session. Today he was going for at least three. One of these days he needed to find a place where he could tie her up and just make her come again and again until she begged him to stop. That thought spurred him on, and he drove her higher until she crested the peak and rode down the other side, her thighs straining under his hands.
While she was still spasming, he gave her one last lick and stood, surging into her, her knees still up by his shoulders.
Her head came up off the couch cushion, and her eyes went wide. “Oh, God! Oh my God.” Her chest heaved, but he didn’t stop, plunging in and out in a relentless rhythm, forcing her orgasm to continue. He had to grit his own teeth and think about complex math problems to keep from coming too soon.
When she relaxed under him, he slowed, stopping altogether for a minute to gather himself, too close to the edge and not ready for it to be over yet. He guided her legs down into a more relaxed position and kissed her in the same unhurried manner as after her previous orgasm. He began to move in her again, slow and steady, making love to her now more than fucking her. When she started to move with him again, her skin flushed, her breath coming faster and shallower, he stopped and pulled out. She let out a moan of protest.
“Up and over. On your knees, hands on the arm of the couch.” He still wanted to get her to come at least once more, and he knew that taking her from behind was the best way to do it. She always came hard and fast this way, with his cock hitting her from the inside and his fingers able to reach around and rub her clit.
She groaned again but did as he asked, flipping over and getting into position as fast as she could. “Please, Matt. I was starting to get close again. Don’t tease me.”
He gave her a light smack on the ass before easing inside her again. He wanted to slam into her, but he would finish too fast if he let himself go like that. Keeping the pace slow like before, he watched her take him in again and again, loving the way that looked with her pink ass in the air in front of him. When he got too close again he had to close his eyes to block out the visual, picking up the pace a little because he couldn’t help himself. Hannah’s moans grew louder and longer, and he leaned over her, his hand sliding over her hip and down between her thighs. She adjusted, making room for his hand. He cupped her, sliding his fingers between her lips, gently sliding over her clit, rubbing it in time with his strokes.
He paid close attention to her reactions, her breathing and moaning, and the way her muscles tightened, tension coiling in every part of her body. When he knew she was close, he let go of his control, his fingers fast and furious between her legs, his hips hammering against her ass. Letting out a wordless cry, she spasmed around him, pushing her ass back into him, and her orgasm sparked his own. With a long groan he pushed through his own release, spilling himself into the condom inside her. God, she felt so good. This felt good. Her skin on his, her trust, her love. All of it. Even if she hadn’t said it yet, he was sure she had to feel it.
They lay still for a moment, both of them collapsed over the arm of the couch, Matt off to the side so he didn’t crush her. With a caress over her hair a
nd down her back, he got up and got rid of the condom. Coming back a moment later, he chuckled to find Hannah in the same position still.
He sat down, pulling her back against him. She groaned, helping just enough so that they lay squished together on the couch, Hannah on top of him. He ran his fingers through her hair again, dropping a kiss on her head. “You are fantastic.”
She looked up at him, a small, satisfied smile on her lips. “You’re pretty fantastic too.” She traced his lips with her fingers. “That was … amazing.”
A wide grin stretched across his face. “That was amazing. We’ll have to find out how many orgasms you can have at a time later. Tomorrow.”
“Oh, God. I don’t know if I can handle that.”
His eyes took on a wicked gleam. “Oh, but wouldn’t it be fun to try? Letting me tie you down and giving you orgasm after orgasm until you begged me to stop?”
A red flush swept across her cheeks, similar to the way she looked just before she came. Her mouth opened, but she didn’t say anything.
He could tell the idea excited her, but she was hesitant. “Maybe another time, then. After I have my own place we can do this more often.”
Her eyebrows lifted in surprise. “You’re getting your own place?”
“Not right away. Our lease is up at the end of July, though. Chris will graduate in May and might be playing for the NFL, so he’ll have to move out. Megan’s going to live with Chris if he’s still in town, and if he does get drafted, I don’t think she’ll want to stay here with me to find a new roommate.” He shook his head. “Besides, I’ve already graduated and have a good job. I can afford my own place.”
Always You Page 17