Just His Type (Part Four)

by June, Victoria

  It sounded like something Pat Tanner would do. She probably set up her son with matching fluffy hand towels too. Goodness knows that wasn't something Matt would think to do for himself.

  "Well..." I prodded Matt in the side. "Go get it!"

  He eased off me with a good-natured grumble. The bed springs creaked in protest as he rose and left the room.

  I lay back against the mattress and let out a small huff. My insides wobbled with excitement. From the hallway Matt muttered something about never being able to find the damn matches.

  I laughed to myself, and then in a stroke of inspiration, sat up at the foot of the bed. My fingers made quick work of the small buckles on my strappy silver shoes. Then I stood and reached for the zipper of my dress, sighing in satisfaction as I was freed from the tight fabric tube.

  My dress slithered to the floor just as Matt entered the room, his hand cupped around the flickering flame of a thick candle. We both froze. I expected I'd have time to dive under sheets before Matt returned; now I stood in front of him in nothing more than the tiniest pair of lace pink panties imaginable.

  The candlelight swayed as Matt's hand shook. He set the precarious flame on the dresser just inside the door. The amber glow danced over Matt's hair as he shook his head in disbelief.

  "You're quick!" I gasped.

  His chuckle was coupled with a hungry expression that made my shyness evaporate. There was no way he could like at me like that and not want me.

  "So are you," Matt said huskily. Adam did say that given the chance Matt would eat me up and the predatory grin he wore confirmed it.

  "I can put it back on if you prefer," I teased.

  Matt moved to stand in front of me much more swiftly than I would have thought possible for a man of his size.

  "N-no. It's a lovely dress and it looks phenomenal on you, but I like it where it is - on my bedroom floor."

  His broad, strong arms came around me, pinning me against the solid wall of his body. Without saying another word, Matt lowered his head and devoured my mouth. Willingly, I gave it up to him. My nipples chafed against his rumpled shirt as I raised my hands to play with the hair at his nape.

  Matt groaned and clutched me closer. His wide hands moved in a circuit over my back and waist, and when the pads of his thumbs brushed the side of my breasts, I moaned so loud Matt raised his head and laughed.

  His sapphire eyes turned dark as his fingers grazed the ruched pearl of my nipple. His other hand traveled lazily down my side, over my hip and then across to cup my bottom.

  "Wait a minute. Are you wearing a thong?" His shocked expression was priceless.

  I tried to look over my shoulder and smirked. "So it would appear."

  Matt made a sound in the back of his throat. Then without warning, he dropped to his knees and latched his mouth onto my breast. My head fell back and I cried out with pleasure.

  His hands slid over my bare bottom, stroking and caressing before they tangled in with the elastic of my thong. Matt tugged at the skimpy material all the while laughing against my breast. I glanced down to find him watching my face with heavy-lidded eyes.

  Without breaking eye contact, Matt's kisses traveled downward, painting a scalding hot trail down my ribcage and over my abdomen. He paused above the triangle of pink lace. His tongue flickered over my skin. Then before I could even draw one shaking breath, Matt hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my panties and drew them down until they were tangled around my feet.

  I was gasping for air and shaking; my heart beat so hard it actually hurt. I couldn't tear my eyes away from his face as he hovered over the dark dusting of hair between my legs. His hands moved up to cradle my ass. A slow, mischievous smile bloomed on Matt's face, the sort of smile I'd always dreamed of getting from him.

  He winked up at me just as his mouth descended on the wetness and heat between my thighs.

  My knees buckled, but Matt held me pinned against his mouth. I drove my hands into his thick hair as his tongue lashed against me.

  I never imagined how amazing it would feel. This was magic.

  Matt's initial enthusiasm morphed into a patent finesse for the act. The flat of his tongue swept the length of my lips then wiggled in deeper to lap at my core before he moved on with a teasing suckle to my clitoris.

  No one had ever, ever made me feel so good.

  I pulled at his hair and gasped as my orgasm approached. No man had ever succeeded in making me come this fast before. When one of Matt's long fingers slipped between my legs to probe at the wetness he'd created, I came with a wail, my muscles contracting around Matt's thick finger. My feet left the floor and suddenly I was on the bed. I vaguely registered Matt moving above me. The soft swish of clothing being removed was the only sound in the room.

  "That was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," Matt said as he stretched out beside me. His broad hand rested against my stomach as he nipped the delicate skin below my ear.

  My muscles twitched with little aftershocks. Matt's hand flexed against my abdomen and I knew he felt them too. He stayed silent as my body began to relax again. I found him watching me with those remarkable sapphire eyes of his.

  I laughed; I couldn't help it.

  The release he'd given me had been such a relief. Every cell below my belly button, all the way to my toes, tingled. It had been too long since the last time. Hell, I couldn't even remember the last time and it hadn't felt half this good.

  The laughter brought on tears. Moisture rolled down my cheeks even as my giggling continued. Candlelight flickered across the room, allowing me to see Matt's bemused expression just as his dimples creased his cheeks.

  "T-that was amazing!" I wiped away the happy tears, rolled onto my side and splayed my hands against Matt's chest.

  Clothed, Matt looked big enough; naked, he was positively huge—his broad, solid chest was almost twice as wide as mine. My hands wouldn't have been able to span his bicep. My eyes shifted downwards, following the trail of ginger-colored hair, then widened as my focus flew past his belly button.

  "I did mention something about you being tiny earlier," he said as I met his teasing gaze. His arms came around me and he dipped his head down to kiss me gently. "And you assured me you were tougher than you look."

  "I-I am." I said more for my sake than his.

  "I'll be careful, Felicity, I promise."

  I nodded. I trusted him. He would never do anything to hurt me. While I didn't doubt we'd fit together perfectly, I couldn't be blamed for being a little skittish about the mechanics of it.

  Matt's hand skimmed along my waist, over my hip, and down my thigh. "How could I ever have thought you were all corners?" he teased. He made the return trip back up, his fingers not stopping until they covered my breast. My nipple hardened instantly against his palm.

  "You're the perfect little package."

  "You're not so bad yourself," I kidded back, allowing my hands to glide freely over the hard plane of his chest. I wiggled closer until we were pressed against each other. We both groaned when his hardness nestled into the softness between my thighs.

  "I don't have condoms," Matt said with a mix of frustration and disappointment, "although I'll gladly run out this very second and get a whole case of them." His hand curved around my backside and delved into the wetness between my legs.

  "I'm on the Pill," I managed to say through my purr of pleasure. I'd started taking birth control shortly after high school, back in the days when I used to actually date, and I'd never thought to stop, even though it had been years since I really needed to.

  "Oh, thank goodness. I don't think I could even stand right now, never mind make the drive to the pharmacy for rubbers."

  I laughed—my lips only an inch from his. My hands were trapped between our bodies, but I managed to worm one downwards and wrap my fingers around him. Matt clenched his jaw. His next breath came out as a hiss while I marveled in the feel of him—satin smoothness stretched over steel.

  "Felicity,"
he moaned as my fingers danced over his flesh. "Oh, God."

  There was something powerful about having a man as large as Matt helpless beneath my touch. I smirked in triumph until his fingers eased into me.

  "That's not fair!" I laughed then whimpered as he teased me back, his fingers slick with the evidence of my desire.

  Matt leaned in and kissed me with a frantic, growing need I matched. Then with a growl he rolled over, taking me with him until he had me pinned under his weight. The movement drove his fingers deeper inside of me. I moaned, seeing stars.

  "Please," was all I could say as he stroked me. He felt ready, hard and slick between my palms. Matt was panting above me; his own attempts at breathing echoed my labored gulps for air.

  "If I hurt you, tell me and I'll stop," Matt promised as he positioned himself between my thighs.

  "You can't hurt me." I knew he wouldn't. Beneath the rock hard exterior Matt was as gentle as could be.

  He moved much more slowly than I needed as he gained entrance. The more he pressed into me, the harder I clawed at his upper arms. Halfway, Matt paused and looked down at me.

  "You okay?"

  I nodded. I was. More than okay actually, I'd never felt more filled, never happier.

  "Don't stop now." I dug my heels into his backside and tried to draw him deeper inside me. "Hurry up!"

  Matt chuckled. And then he slid home.

  "You are so tight," Matt muttered in a thick, strained voice.

  I opened my eyes to find him frozen above me. I flexed my muscles around him and delighted in the sound of his groan. He slumped against me, resting his forehead against my own. It took a moment or two before he moved again. I thought I would die from the pleasure of it. He might have weighed twice as much as me, yet my spine from arched off the mattress in pure bliss.

  There wasn't an inch of me Matt didn't fill.

  We rocked together in a slow, almost lazy rhythm as if we had no reason in the world to hurry. We needed to savor every second of his bare skin rubbing against mine. I grinned up at him, happy beyond words. My hands touched and stroked as I'd always dreamed of doing, reveling in solid muscle beneath my fingertips.

  Matt's lips descended to mine, our mouths meshing as I felt my pleasure building to a finish. The higher I climbed, the faster Matt moved, until there was nothing but the constant, wonderful pull and push of him into me. I crested and Matt ripped his lips from mine to watch as I came for him.

  He let out a triumphant sound, and as I flexed and pulsed around him, he followed me into bliss.

  "Felicity," Matt murmured into my neck as he collapsed over me. His mouth lingered on my skin, kissing away the sweat.

  I buried my fingers in his hair, holding him to me. I didn't dare speak, didn't dare open my mouth out of fear of spilling out what was in my heart. Just having him here with me, like this, had to be enough.

  We lay like that for a long time, with Matt covering me, still inside of me. I couldn't even begin to guess what he was feeling, but if it was even half of what I was, it was a lot. Matt shifted, but I held on, anchoring him in place.

  "I must be crushing you."

  "You are. But I like it."

  "Oh, really?" He flexed his hips, moving within me. I thought I'd gotten accustomed to the full feeling of having him inside me—until he thrust deep. A cry ripped from my mouth, echoing in the silent room.

  "Really?" Matt drawled again before he repeated the motion. When I made the same sound, he chuckled and thrust again. And again.

  When I came, minutes later, it was the loudest sound of them all.

  ~~~***~~~

  It wasn't yet dawn when I woke to the feel of a wide, rough hand cupping my breast. It felt wonderful to wake up warm in someone's arms, especially when that someone was the man I'd been fantasizing about for three years, the man who had surpassed all my lusty daydreams. I moaned my pleasure aloud.

  Matt lay spooned behind me and twitched against my ass. He pulled at my nipple, pinching it a little roughly then rolling it between his thumb and forefinger until I groaned from the intoxicating combination of half-pain, half-pleasure. His hand trailed down my body to dip between my legs. I arched against him as pleasure sparked in my belly. Wetness bloomed over his probing fingers.

  There were no teasing asides. There was no shared laughter. There was nothing but our groans of mutual satisfaction and the intense feeling of being completely filled as Matt entered me. From behind, Matt felt huge.

  His arms kept me pinned against him as he thrust into me and when he dipped his fingers into my wetness again and strummed my clit, I came hard, writhing against him. Matt kept up his pace and so the ripples of pleasure cascaded from one orgasm to the next, until I could only moan and pant for breath at turns while he took me.

  His mouth was slick against my neck as he continued to move thickly within me. He whispered nonsensical endearments into my ear that I couldn't understand but still needed to hear.

  He wasn't gentle and I loved it. His unexpected roughness added to my excitement. This was a side of him I'd never seen before and there wasn't anything I could do but come again, my muscles rippling over his cock.

  Just when I thought he'd never tire, my name poured from his mouth in a gravely, sleepy growl.

  I wilted in Matt's arms, wrung out and sated while he pulsed within me. He smiled into my shoulder and dropped a soft kiss there before he withdrew from my body.

  Happy and wrapped up against him, I slept once more.

  ~~~***~~~

  The bright light beyond my closed eyelids woke me. Lazily, I stretched my limbs, stiff and aching from the night before.

  I knew I was alone even before I opened my eyes.

  I glanced at the bedside clock, surprised that I'd slept most of the morning away. But then again, I wasn't exactly used to being up half the night engaged in physical activity.

  I strained to hear if Matt was in another part of the apartment, but all was silent. He must have slipped out to pick up breakfast and coffee at the restaurant across the road. I lay back in the sheets that smelled of Matt and our lovemaking. Scenes from the previous night flashed in my head. I revisited each moment, over and over, until they were blazoned on my brain so completely, I would never forget a single kiss or caress.

  Together we'd been so much more than I ever would have dreamt. Beneath the camaraderie and silly flirtation was a capacity for overwhelming passion. What a waste it would have been to let that remain undiscovered. I lay there for a long time, smiling up at the ceiling, so happy I'd taken the risk.

  My stomach rumbled. I glanced over at the clock again. Noon. What the hell was taking him so long?

  I rose naked from Matt's bed. A quick exploration of his spartan bedroom didn't reveal a bathrobe of any sort. My dress was hung carefully in the closet but I couldn't conceive of putting it back on just to eat breakfast, so I slipped into my panties and Matt's discarded dress shirt instead. The shirt was longer than my dress anyhow. I rolled up the too-long cuffs and went exploring.

  There was no sign of Matt anywhere. He'd left no note, no message for me to find. Stumped, I considered that Matt might assume I'd go downstairs to the garage.

  I snuck out the door and down the stairs barefoot. My heart soared when I found the side door to the garage unlocked. Matt must have come down to do some work. But his car wasn't in his spot and the shop was empty.

  There was no note on my desk, no voice mail on the garage answering machine.

  I sat at my desk and did my best not to let confusion and doubt sweep over me.

  Another hour lapsed before every bit of hope dwindled away. My stomach curdled with the thought that maybe Matt hadn't left to get breakfast. Maybe he'd just left.

  I glared at the phone and willed it to ring. I listened for any sound from upstairs but there was nothing but a hollow, lonely silence. All my joy seeped away as I waited and waited.

  Part of me insisted I go upstairs, get dressed, and go home, and I was almost prepared
to do so until I realized that I'd carpooled to the reception with Reverend Nate. My truck was still parked across the island at St. Andrew's.

  Not only had Matt left me alone—he'd left me stranded. Home was a good twenty minute hike past the houses and businesses of people I knew and saw every day. I couldn't imagine what they'd think to see me walk past in a fancy dress and high-heeled shoes. A sickened wave washed over me, leaving me feeling abandoned and soiled.

  I just wanted to go home, have a long, scalding hot shower, and curl up in bed where I could cry. All that mattered now was making it home before I lost it. Tears threatened to well just as I heard the crunch of tires on the gravel outside. I bolted from the office, ready to give Matt a taste of my temper. But it wasn't a redhead smiling at me. My raw emotion must have shown on my face as I opened the door for Adele and Nate.