Society Girls: Matisse

by Crystal Perkins

  His hands go to my shoulders as I look up at him. He’s looking down at me with a mixture of love and lust in his eyes. I keep eye contact as I lick him from base to tip. He grips my shoulders tighter, and I pump him with my hand as I suck gently on the tip. He’s holding back, and I want none of that.

  “Pull my hair, and fuck my mouth, Doc. You already know I like it rough.”

  I suck him all the way into my mouth before he can respond, eliciting a groan from him. He does as I ask, wrapping my hair around one hand and tugging hard as his hips start to move. I keep one hand on his base, because he’s too big to take all the way into my mouth. He hits the back of my throat when he thrusts, and if he wasn’t still holding on to one of my shoulders, I would tip right off the bench. It’s just what I want, and I reward him by playing with his balls as I suck him hard.

  “I’m going to come,” he warns me, but I want it, so I just suck him harder.

  He’s completely out of control, and my head is tingling from how hard he’s pulling my hair, but I’m also so turned on that I may just come when he does. If I had a free hand, I’d be getting myself there, but I got more than my share last night, so this right here is all for him.

  He freezes for a moment, and then he’s jerking himself hard as he comes. Words I don’t understand, along with my name, are flowing from his mouth as he empties himself down my throat. When he’s finally done, he staggers back and reach out to help him to his knees.

  “You brought me to my knees, literally,” he says, a note of awe in his voice as he looks me in the eye.

  “Well, you made me pass out last night, so I had to do something in return.”

  “I don’t even know what to say about what just happened, except that I’ve been fantasizing about your mouth on my cock for months. The reality is so much better.”

  “What else have you fantasized about?” I ask, caressing his cheek as he leans into my hand.

  “Marking you up,” he says, pushing aside my halter top with his hands so both of my breasts pop free. “I love seeing this.”

  I look down at the marks all over me, but only in places my romper was covering earlier, and now my dress now. I didn’t realize at the time that he was actually being strategic about where his sucked, bit, and rubbed, but once I put on the clothes he bought me, I knew. He was protecting me, even in that.

  “Done. What else?” I ask as he cups my breasts in his hands, and tweaks my nipples.

  “Making you come with my hands and mouth.”

  “Also done. We’re just whipping through that list of yours, Doc.”

  “That we are. What do you want, my love?”

  “I want you to tie me up.”

  His eyebrows shoot up, and I drop my head, embarrassed. “Lift your head back up for me, Matisse. Please. I don’t want to let go of your breasts, but I need you to look at me.”

  I do as he asks, and look at him. “It’s not your thing. I get it.”

  “Did I say that?”

  “No, but you looked horrified.”

  “I looked surprised, because I was. I would love to tie you up, Matisse. When we used to study anatomy, I fantasized about tying you up with my stethoscope, and having you on your knees, licking the different parts of my body before I fucked you hard.”

  “Yes, please. I mean really, I would love that. A lot. I want to play doctor with you like that.”

  He chuckles. “When we get home, I’ll definitely play with you. No dressing up as a slutty nurse, though.”

  “Can I wear your lab coat?”

  “Are you trying to kill me?” he asks with a groan.

  “No, I’m just trying to be sexy for you.”

  “That’s never a concern. You could be covered from head to toe, and you’d still be sexy to me.”

  “Since you’re close to making me come just by playing with my tits, I’d say I believe you.”

  “Oh, you’re definitely coming,” he says, turning me so I can lie flat on the bench.

  He takes off the rest of his clothes, and mine, and then he does indeed make me feel very good for the next half hour. This isn’t like our other times, though. He makes love to me sweet and slow, kissing my softly as he thrusts gently in and out. I didn’t think I wanted it like this, but now I know I do. I love it rough, and I love it sweet. Kendrick’s extremely talented at both, making me lose at least part of my mind in the process. Seriously, having a man who knows exactly how a body works is probably the best thing in the world. Next to having that man love and respect you, of course.

  * * *

  Kendrick

  We made it out of the locker room in time to see the final jam of the last bout. Haring doesn’t give us a hard time, but he is smirking when he meets up with us. After making sure his closing crew has everything under control, we head out for drinks. They choose a different bar than the one I found them in a couple of nights ago, but it still has the same “neighborhood” feel.

  “I’m going to miss you, Monet.”

  “I have one more day with you, Whistler.”

  “Still not enough.”

  “So move to Vegas. Aiden would love it.”

  “I have thought about it, but this has always been my home.”

  “Home is where the people you love are, it’s not a physical place,” she says, looking from him to me.

  I can’t completely agree, but I smile at her anyway. If I could ever go back home for good, I would have to leave her. Right now, I can’t imagine that, but I also can’t imagine myself never thinking of Africa as home.

  “What time is your flight tomorrow. Ken?” Haring asks.

  “Eight.” Matisse is staying another day, but I have to get back. Plus, I’ve crashed her time with her brother long enough.

  “You’re welcome to stay at the house with us if you want.”

  “I don’t want to intrude any more than I already have.”

  “Please. Doc,” Matisse says. “I never got to have a boy in my room.”

  “Really?” I ask, completely surprised.

  “That was my one rule I insisted she never break,” Haring says.

  “Huh. Well, I would love to be the first guy in your room, Tees.”

  “Which means I need to stop for ear plugs.”

  “Good idea,” Matisse tells him. “I’m really loud. Like crazy super loud.”

  “Stop, please dear God, stop.”

  “She’s messing with you, Haring. We were in tents outside last night, and she kept quiet.”

  “Not helping, Kendrick.”

  I shrug. “I just wanted you to know she can be quiet.”

  “Yeah, but now, even if it’s quiet, I’ll know you’re fucking.”

  “You’re being such a baby,” Matisse tells him.

  “Oh, really? So you want me to bring someone home tomorrow night, take her into my old room, and bang the bed against the shared wall?”

  “Hey, I’d just be happy you were getting some.”

  “Of course you would,” he says, throwing up his hands. “Out of all the sisters out there, I have to end up with the pervy one.”

  “I’m sure there are more like me out in the world.”

  “If there are, I hope you never find each other.”

  “You’re so mean,” she tells him, pouting.

  “Just being honest.”

  “Well, I honestly think if there were more than one of you, it would make you less unique and that would be a damn shame,” I tell her, kissing her cheek.

  “There you go getting romantic again.”

  “It seems I can’t help myself around you.”

  We kiss while Haring orders himself another beer—and a shot, muttering about how he may need a blindfold as well as earplugs if we keep this up. Matisse and I both smile with our lips still connected. Little does Haring know, he has nothing to worry about, because tonight, I just want to hold her. I feel like having her in my arms while I sleep is a special gift I’ve been given—one I’ll never take for granted.r />
  Chapter 17

  Matisse

  I’m feeling happy as I walk into the building my first day back from D.C. Haring and I spent all day yesterday wandering through our old haunts and hanging out. I loved having Kendrick with me the other days, but it was good to just be with my brother for a day. I think I’ve almost convinced him to here, and now I just need to have Aiden work on him as well.

  There’s a black couple, and a blond man at the C&C check-in desk as I make my way to the elevators. When I hear them say Kendrick and Waverly’s names, I stop and turn around.

  “Hi, were you looking for Kendrick and Waverly?” I ask.

  The man looks me up and down, while the couple smiles at me. “What if we were?”

  “They were trying to get in to see them, Matisse. They claim to be Kendrick’s parents, and a close family friend,” the guard at the desk tells me.

  Looking more closely, I can see Kendrick in both of them. “Oh, wow. It’s so nice to meet you. I’m Matisse, Kendrick’s girlfriend.”

  “Girlfriend? You’re his girlfriend?” the blond asks, looking me up and down again.

  I’m in a white tank top paired with a brown and black leather skirt. My tattoos are on display, and I’m used to being looked at, but something about this guy makes my skin crawl. “Yes. Is that a problem.”

  “No, actually, that may be the solution I’m looking for.”

  “Let’s not jump ahead of ourselves, Klas,” the other man—Kendrick’s dad—tells him. “We have not spoken to Kenyi or Waverly.”

  “Kenyi?” I ask, because I’ve never heard his name pronounced that way.

  “That is my son’s true name. As his girlfriend, you should know that.”

  “Perhaps,” I admit, not showing how that verbal blow just hit me.

  “Matisse, will you be a dear and take us to them now?” Klas asks.

  “I’m sorry, but I can’t do that. Matt or Reina Corrigan have to approve letting you into the building, and it has to be done in advance.”

  “What do you do here?” Kendrick’s—Kenyi’s—mother asks me.

  “I’m an intern with the Foundation.”

  “That must not pay much,” his father comments, looking me over like his friend did.

  “I’m well paid, but thank you for worrying.”

  “When my son takes over our business, he will be very wealthy,” his mother tells me. “You wouldn’t be the first girl to be interested in that.”

  It’s taking every bit of my training for me to remain calm right now. I am not a gold-digger, and I’m not whatever else they’re thinking, based on the looks they keep sharing. “I can assure you, money is the last thing on my mind when I think of Kendrick.”

  “So you say, but as Klas said, Kenyi has not told us any of this, and until he does, I’m afraid we will remain suspicious.”

  “Why don’t you all come to dinner with us tonight then?” I ask.

  I wanted to be alone with him, but I’m losing patience with these three. Besides, if I’m going to be with Kendrick, I need to make nice with them. Or at least do my best to try.

  “We can do that,” Klas says, answering for all of them. “Where shall we meet you?”

  “Do you like Mediterranean food?”

  “Yes, we do,” his mother tells me.

  “How about Cleo at the SLS? We can meet you there at seven.”

  “Perfect. We will see you there, Matisse. Oh, and why don’t we make this a surprise and don’t tell Kendrick?”

  “Sure, Klas,” I say, wanting them to just go. This whole situation is just weird, and I’m afraid dinner will be even worse.

  “Everything okay over here, Matisse?” Aiden asks, walking up to our group. I’m sure the security guys down here called him.

  “Yeah, Aid. I’m good, and they were just leaving.”

  “You’re Aiden Ford, are you not?” Klas asks him, interest in his eyes.

  “I am.”

  “Why are you here?”

  “I’m one of the heads of security for Corrigan & Co. Why are you here?”

  “We were just trying to see a friend. Matisse was helping us.”

  “If you don’t have an appointment, I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you to leave.”

  “We understand. I look forward to seeing you tonight, Matisse.”

  I manage a half smile as they walk out. We both watch them until they’re out the doors and then Aiden turns to me. “What the hell was that? The blond guy was totally creeping me out. I would go after him right now if I wasn’t trying to behave.”

  “Those are Kendrick’s parents, and their friend.”

  “Holy shit. I kept thinking they looked familiar. Did he know they were coming?”

  “No. I told them we’d meet for dinner. They want to surprise him.”

  “Where?”

  “Cleo.”

  “What a coincidence that Ellie and I will be dining there tonight also.”

  “They just saw you with me, genius.”

  “Okay, so Nate and Jade will be eating there.”

  “It’ll be fine. They’re his parents.”

  “There’s something off with the three of them, and I’m not willing to take a chance that I’m wrong.”

  “Fine, but tell them to try and blend in.”

  “You call me when you get home tonight, okay?”

  “I will. Thanks for watching out for me, Aid. Oh, and by the way, you should call Haring and talk to him about moving here. I think he just needs a little more nudging.”

  “Consider it done.”

  I hug it out with him, and head upstairs to my classes. A visit to Stella’s closet is in order, because even if Kendrick doesn’t care how I look, I could tell that his three visitors did. I can cover up for one night if it will make it easier on all of us.

  * * *

  Kendrick

  “I’m glad you’re going to tell Matisse first,” Waverly says as we sit in my office discussing the best way to spill all of our secrets to the Society. I’ve turned off the cameras and audio, which I know will make Ainsley and Reina suspicious, but I can’t help that right now.

  “It feels right. I don’t want her to hear it from Reina before she hears it from me. She’s already going to be blindsided when she learns about everything…about us.”

  “We did what we had to do to survive, Ken. If she can’t understand that, then I don’t know what to tell you.”

  “I love her, Wave.”

  “You don’t have to tell me that. I knew it before you did.”

  “There are things in her past that are going to make this bad for her. I found them out when we were in D.C., and if I could’ve walked away from her, I would’ve done it there. At least until we straighten out everything here.”

  “She will understand. I know it.”

  “What about Reina?

  “All I can hope is that she’ll let us stay on.”

  “You should be a recruit. She’ll realize that.”

  “After all the lies, I’m not sure she’d want me in the Society. If I even belong there.”

  “If? You are perfect for the Society.”

  “We’ll see. You know I want it, but if it doesn’t happen, I’ll survive. I just want us both to be safe.”

  “We’re safe now. Even if we’re not officially in the Society, we’re under their protection.”

  “While we stay here we are, but what if I want to travel? Vegas is fun, but I want to see the world, and you want to go home.”

  “I’ve started questioning if Africa really is home.”

  “It isn’t.”

  “That’s not so easy for me to come to terms with.”

  “I get it. You don’t want to abandon our heritage, and neither do I. I love the place we came from, but I hate it at the same time. I’ve accepted the fact that I can keep Africa in a small piece of my heart, but give the rest to a person one day, and not hold onto a place.”

  “It hurts to let it go, but I don’t think
I could ever live there again. I want to be free to visit, but moving back would mean leaving all I’ve found here. Not just Matisse, but the work we do, the people who I’ve come to think of as family, and even our little group in this wing. There has to be a way to keep our culture with us as we move on from it.”

  “There is. We can decorate with art from home, share the food we grew up on with our friends, and advocate for the people who are still suffering there.”

  “I never had to suffer.”

  “Not for food or any of your other basic needs, but you suffered. You cried for me, and others like me, and you hurt when you saw suffering around you. No one person can save everyone, but you made a difference with me, Ken. You gave up everything for me.”

  “I told you before that I will never regret it. I couldn’t live with myself if I left you to your fate. There are so many more that we had to leave to it, and that haunts me.”

  “Me too, but once we tell Reina, I think she’ll help. The Society has to know what’s going on there, and we can help them.”

  “Don’t you dare think about offering yourself as bait or anything crazy like that.”

  “If it could save some of them, I would offer myself up right now.”

  “I can’t lose you, Wave, so be smart, and don’t agree to anything until we talk. You know they’ll separate us at some point, and while I know no one would hurt you, I also know any one of them would offer herself up to save the many. Please just promise to talk to me before you agree to that.”

  “I’ll promise to talk to you, but I won’t promise not to agree. I was spared from a fate worse than death, and if I can spare others, I will.”

  “If it comes to that, I’ll be there with you, fighting, just like I’ve always been,” I tell her, pulling her into my arms.

  “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

  “I don’t know what will happen tonight with Matisse, but I’ll call you if I can.”

  “You just take care of her.”

  “That’s one thing you don’t have to worry about. Aside from you, there is no one I care about more than her.”

  “She’s going to have to come first for you if you want to keep her.”

  “One day when you’re safe, she will. Until then, you will be my number one priority, and don’t you dare argue with me about that. You already said you think she’ll understand.”