by Kacey Shea
“Do you want me to take you home now?” I say, hoping, praying, begging the universe that she’ll say no.
She shakes her head in the negative and leans forward enough to place one hand on each of my shoulders. Carefully. Painfully slow she sets her knees on each side of my lap so she’s straddling my waist.
God, I want her. Lust, carnal and pure, courses through my veins, and it takes all of my willpower not to drag her the rest of the way over my body so she feels exactly what she does to me.
“Matt,” she whispers and her fingers move boldly over the front of my shirt. Her nails scrape through the fabric and I groan. My gaze stays on her eyes as she lifts the hem of my shirt to slide her hands underneath.
“Mia,” I say and her gaze lifts to mine. “Can I—”
“Touch me,” she demands and I don’t waste a second. My hands run along the tops of her thighs until they reach her hips. Squeezing. Rubbing. Touching. My fingers caress over her clothes, but I don’t make the first move. No, that’s her call. If it were mine, I’d stand up and carry her to my bedroom this instant.
She lifts my shirt and I sit forward so she can peel it from my skin. She gasps, her fingernails raking down the front of my chest and stomach. “You’re so . . .”
“Muscle-y?” I flex my abs and wink.
She laughs. It’s not fake or polite either; it’s one I’ve never heard from her before. “Yeah, I was gonna say fucking ripped.” Her lips tick up with a smirk.
“Convenient I own a gym, yeah?” She’s too far away, even sitting on my lap. My dick throbs painfully in my jeans and I release a ragged breath to calm the fuck down. Dipping my chin, I tuck my head into the crook of her neck and kiss my way up the side of her throat to the shell of her ear. “You’re gorgeous.”
“Mmm . . .” she moans and I take note her body shivers when my breath hits her ear. A sweet spot. I’m determined to discover all of hers.
My hands rub up and down her back all the way to her ass and I grip the flesh there to drag her center on top of mine. “So fucking smart.” I say in her ear, again causing her to moan. My lips pepper kisses closer and closer to her lips. That’s what I want. To claim them with mine, but I’ll admit I’m cautious. I don’t want her to run scared. Not like the last time.
“Matt.” She stops my movements by holding my cheeks between her hands.
“Yeah?”
“Would you kiss me already?” Her demand could be considered comical, but I’m not laughing.
My lips meet hers, and like everything between us there’s a push and pull that almost feels like fighting as our lips come together. My hands move with more purpose, and my fingers dig into her hips as I help rock them over my lap. Mia groans before she swipes her tongue along the seam of my mouth.
Letting her take control of the kiss, I work on removing her shirt and unclasping her bra. She pushes against my chest so I have to lean back into the couch and in one motion she peels the article from her breasts. Now it’s my turn to groan.
“Fuck,” I breathe out and cup them in my hands. Natural, heavy, and the perfect fit. These are my new favorite things about Mia.
“Are you just going to stare all night?” she quips and it’s then I realize she must be as worked up as I am. I’ve been trying to show restraint and slow things down, not completely overpower her, but honestly, I’m ready to unleash. Her sassy words issue the permission I’ve been wishing for all night.
I lean my head forward so my lips can clamp down around one perky breast. She gasps and groans. With one free hand I play with her other nipple, working it into a hard peak, and my other hand holds her center against my throbbing dick.
Switching my attention to the other breast, both of my hands go to the button of her jeans. I flip that open while she does mine, and both of our zippers drag down in unison. My lips are still fastened around one of her breasts, and Mia’s fingers dive into my hair to hold me right there.
She doesn’t use words, but everything about her body shows me exactly what she prefers as I lick, suck, and nip at her beautiful breasts. With her jeans now undone, I slide two fingers inside the front of her panties, not at all surprised to find her wet. My fingers work back and forth until I find that tiny bundle of nerves, and once I do her hips push further down on my lap.
“We need fewer clothes,” she suggests in my ear and I release her nipple from my assault. With two hands around her waist I stand up from the couch and press her body to my chest.
“Bedroom or couch?”
“Here,” she quickly responds and I nod, turning us around before lowering her feet to the ground. Her fingers, quick and practiced, shove my pants to the floor and she takes me into her hands with long strokes.
Well, fuck that. I’m not the only one who needs to be naked at this party. My hands go to the waistband of her jeans. I lower them to the floor, along with my own body, kissing my way until I’m at her center and she has to release my cock.
“Matt . . .” she moans and it’s such a powerful sound coming from her lips. Hooking my arms around the back of her knees I pull so she falls back onto the couch.
“Relax,” I tell her and she settles her back into the cushion while I part her thighs so I can lick between her legs. “Mmm . . .” My groans meld with hers as I work her center with my mouth and tongue. It’s so good but it’s still not enough. I want it all; every moment of her pleasure. Before she reaches her climax I slow my movements and kiss my way back up her body until our lips meet and she can taste her arousal all over me.
My hands stroke her skin and her fingers dig into my ass as I kick my pants and socks the rest of the way off. She’s still wearing socks and I back away enough to peel off each one. My eyes lock with hers. I love that she’s not embarrassed by her naked body and trying to hide it from me.
Climbing over her so my dick rests between us, I once again claim her lips. My cock begs for me to slide home but I won’t until she says. Using both the back of the couch and the balls of my feet for balance I rub the head of my cock over her opening and around her clit.
“I don’t have any condoms. But I’m clean,” I say because she needs to know.
“I’m on the pill.” She groans as I use my dick to rub against her clit again. “I’m clean, too.”
“Mia, ask me to stop and I will,” I whisper into her ear.
“Don’t,” she says back.
With that I push into her warm and wet folds until I’m completely sheathed. Fuck, fuck fuck. I’m not gonna last long inside her like this. We don’t speak because our mouths are too busy moving and tracing the other’s body. I lick along her neck, up to her ear and bite the lobe while she strokes her clit with one hand and grabs my ass with the other.
Now that I want to go slow, drag this out, my body isn’t cooperating. I won’t last long enough this way, so instead I’ll give it to her as hard as I can. Leaning back onto my knees I grab her hips and scoot them off the edge. Lining myself at her entrance, I keep a rough grip on her hips and begin to slam in and out.
“Yes . . . more . . . I’m almost . . .” Her fingers rub her clit fast and hard while her free hand squeezes one of her nipples. The sight is stimulating enough that I have to glance away or else shoot my load. I need her to come and I know she’s close. I want to give her the same orgasmic release she’s about to give me.
Pausing only a short moment to drag her hips further off the edge of the couch and spread her legs wider, this time I grab her ankles and pick up my pace. Her groans of pleasure fill the air, along with my heavy breathing and the sounds of our flesh slapping together with each thrust. The familiar tingle starts at the base of my spine and as hard as I try to hold it back I can’t this time. I’ve already started.
A sound somewhere between a grunt and a groan leaves my lips and I pull out in time to shoot my load across her belly and chest. She hasn’t come yet, I would have felt it, so instead of falling onto the ground to catch my breath the way my body wants, I replace my cock wi
th my fingers and crouch down to lock my lips over her clit. Using my tongue, beard, and fingers, it’s only a little while longer before Mia’s release sends spasms throughout her body. My mouth is flooded with her cum and I lick it up. I don’t stop until her laughter and hands push me away.
“No more. No more. I can’t. Oh, my God.” She throws her head on the backrest. A perfect smile paints her lips.
“Fuck.” I plop my ass on the carpet to slow my racing pulse. The light from the television illuminates the mess we’ve made and I have to chuckle. Not because it’s funny. It’s actually the most erotic sight, my cum streaked across her gorgeous skin like that. “We made a mess.”
She glances down at her chest and catches some that’s about to roll down her side. “Yeah, we did.”
I stand up and cup myself while I grab a paper napkin from the kitchen counter to wipe most of my release off her body. “Come on.” I offer my arm to help pull her off the couch. “Let’s clean you up.”
She nods but doesn’t say much as I show her into my bathroom. The overhead light is bright and displays every bit of our naked bodies. I reach into the shower and turn the handle, waiting for the water to heat.
“So . . .” Mia glances around, biting her lip while her arms wrap around her chest. She’s uncomfortable. Which is strange since we were both open and up in each other’s business just moments ago. It’s clear I’ve still got a ton of work to establish her trust in me. “You want to go first, or me?” She nods to my shower.
My lips pull, wanting to give in to laughter but I don’t. “I was thinking together, actually.”
“In that thing!” Her brows rise. “I’m not sure how you fit in there alone.”
“Are you calling my shower tiny, Mia?”
“No, it’s minuscule. Makes you feel like a giant, doesn’t it?”
“You got me.” I smile and reach inside. The water’s just right and I’m over this space between us, physical and otherwise. Before she can fight me, I haul her into my arms and throw open the shower curtain.
“Matt! What the hell?” she screams but there’s laughter in her voice.
“Taking you on a tour of my massive shower. What do you think so far?” I keep my back to the now closed shower curtain but tilt my body so we can share in the spray. Reaching over, I grab the soap and washcloth, working up a lather before I trace the curves of her skin, starting at her neck and shoulders before working my way to her breasts. I love the way they rise and fall with her breaths, her nipples hardening to peaks that make me want to ditch the soap and use my mouth.
“They’re clean now,” she says and I think it was supposed to come out a joke, but lust invades her tone. It’s enough to harden all of the muscles in my body. I didn’t bring her in here for a round two, but now that we’re here . . .
“I think I missed a spot,” I mumble and before she can argue I’m on my knees, my lips following the trail of water skittering down her abdomen to the apex of her thighs.
“You’re a cleaning professional,” she groans, her head falling back against the wall with a thunk. Her hands are in my hair again and I lift one of her legs over my shoulder so I can get even closer. She’s right, I’m eating her out like it’s my job, but it’s not only because I want to be the best. My enthusiasm for her pussy has everything to do with bringing her pleasure. It’s a purpose that lights my entire body with a fire-filled lust I have no desire to quench. With her I don’t think it’s even possible. In my tiny shower with my face between her thighs I make it my mission to make this woman mine. Even if she only allows me tonight.
Light cracks through an opening in the window, blinding me with the rays of morning sunshine, and I tug my blanket over my head before Rick can attack my face. Only it’s not my bedding and the object next to me is not my cat, but another pillow. What did I—?
Shit. I fell asleep. Shit, shit, shit.
Among the top rules of keeping things casual and avoiding awkwardness is the unspoken expectation that sleepovers are not to be indulged in. Only Matt wore me out, pulling from me orgasm after orgasm until there weren’t any left. He’s good with his fine motor skills for a big wall of muscle, I’ll give him that.
Resisting the desire to bury myself, along with my major fail, into the softness that is Matt Haywood’s well rumpled bedsheets, I slink from his bed and listen for any trace of sound. He’s not here. Oh, thank God. It’s still embarrassing, but at least I can catch a bus to traipse back home, shower, and head straight to work where I can pretend this never happened. We don’t need to have one of those conversations and rehash exactly what last night meant.
Because it meant nothing. It changes nothing.
Right. Keep telling yourself that, Mia.
Damn it. It probably changes everything. He won’t want to continue our training. I won’t finish his website. He won’t get to wow me with another date. “Fuck!” I say to no one but myself because I’ve really gone and fucked up a good thing here. I enjoy spending time with Matt, but that’s gonna change now. It always does.
Damn you, Game of Thrones!
I’ve no idea what time it is, but I take a look out Matt’s bedroom window and surmise it’s still early. I need to get home and shower before I’m late for work.
My clothes are folded into a neat little pile near the bedroom door and I slip on my panties, bra, sweater, socks, and jeans. Taking a quick visit to Matt’s bathroom, I pee and try to tame down the mess that is my hair. There’s no comb but a benefit from sleeping with a guy who has hair long enough for a topknot is he’s got plenty of hair ties. Twisting my messy locks into a pile on my head is good enough. My eyes are framed with a bleeding raccoon look that rivals most crack whores so I also spend a few minutes washing the remaining makeup from my eyelids and face. Stealing a swig of mouthwash, I chance one last glance in the mirror. Yeah, that’s as good as it’s gonna get.
I open Matt’s bedroom door and step toward my boots. I can’t believe my luck, all things considered, that I’m making my escape without running into the man of the night. Oh, what a man, too. He’s the most generous lover I’ve ever had the pleasure of fucking. Even now my body heats remembering how well we fit together. His face as he came. God damn it. Enough, Mia. It’s time to get to work. Taking my boots in hand, I turn to sit on that glorious couch to zip them on.
“Oh!” My heart leaps into my throat at the unexpected view of Matt standing in his kitchen. So much for being in the clear. Wearing only a pair of snug fitting boxer briefs, his body is as spectacular as I remember.
“Hey, Mia.” His lips lift with that annoying as hell grin, the one that says I’m busted and he’s inside my head. It’s also the same one that gives him the upper hand.
“I was just . . .” Running as fast as I can. Leaving before you could notice. Trying to avoid this very conversation.
“Trying to take a walk of shame without saying good-bye first.” His lips dare to tug with a smile but his gaze, it lights with all the memories of last night. Or at least that’s what it does for me. My stare flicks down to the couch and when it goes back to him I catch him doing the same. We were good together in all the ways that produce pleasure. That’s fact, not opinion, and it’s really difficult to not stomp toward him and demand we get in one more round before starting the day. Only I really do have to go, and in my experience morning sex encourages pesky little things like relationships and commitment.
Tugging at my sweater, I squeeze my thighs together and tell my lady bits to calm the fuck down. “Yeah . . .” I draw out the word, glancing around his place, and appreciate once again the surprising cleanliness. “So, let’s not do this.”
“This?” His brow quirks up with that sexy stare. It’s the one that holds the knowledge, as if he’s in on a private joke but balances precociously on the edge of cocky teasing.
“Get weird. I know that’s the natural tendency, but let’s not.”
“The only time I want to ‘get weird’ with you is when we’re naked.�
�� He stalks toward me, a man on the hunt and God, do I want to be his prey.
“Oh.” So not helping the horndog of a vagina I’m sporting this morning.
His fingers find their way to my hips, just above my jeans, and lift the sweater enough to rub tiny circles on the sensitive skin there. It’s a direct hit to my defenses and my eyes flutter closed as he whispers at my earlobe. “Yeah. You hungry?”
My chest rises and falls, each time brushing against his body. “Am I—?”
“Food. You put it between those fantastic lips. Chew. Swallow.” He steps back, and his smirk broadens as a groan leaves my lips. “Provides sustenance.”
“Food?” I gulp as I take in his practically naked body, knowing exactly what I’d like to have for breakfast.
His laughter, right from the pit of his belly, washes over me and fills the apartment with the joyful sound. “Not much of a morning person, are you?”
Finally. He asks a question I can easily answer. “Not at all.”
“Come on.” He steps forward, swings an arm around my shoulder as if we’re the best of buds, and leads me into to the kitchen. “So, I’m going to take a wild stab that you’re a coffee person.”
“Don’t tease unless you have some ready.” I sure don’t smell any in here.
“I’ll make you a cup right now. Sit.” He points to an empty barstool and my first instinct is to not. I don’t like being bossed around. He must read my expression because he amends. “Only if you want. Eggs?”
“That part of the food phenomenon you were explaining?” I prop my ass on the chair.
“Yeah.” He chuckles. His movements in his kitchen are smooth, practiced, and I like watching him all domesticated while he brews a pot of coffee and grabs a few items from his fridge. He flicks the gas on, lighting up a burner before he plops down a skillet.