Unspoken Memories (Unspoken Series)

by Gabbie S. Duran

  I feel him start to slow down, giving me a chance to catch my breath, before he kisses his way to the inside of my thigh. First, he nips the skin lightly with his teeth, and then he starts sucking it with his mouth. If I wasn’t so turned on right now, I would be questioning why he was doing this, but I can only stand there, letting him.

  After a couple of seconds I feel his tongue once again begin to work its way back up to explore me, licking and sucking at my clit. It makes me weak and prolongs my pleasure again. He’s tormenting me by not allowing me to surrender to orgasm, but my body is persistent and the tension of my impending climax takes over. I explode into his mouth, the fireworks of stars lighting up behind my closed lids as I scream from the pleasure.

  If it weren’t for the pounding of the music throughout the club, I am sure that everyone in there would have heard my screams. As I’m coming into his mouth, I’m thinking that he’s going to stop, but he doesn’t. He continues, lapping up my juices with his long licks and makes me come all over again. I can’t take it anymore and my only standing leg buckles from the weakness. He instantly catches me, standing up quickly, hooking his arm around my waist, and holding me against his body as I catch my breath.

  As I’m leaning my head against his shoulder, holding on for dear life from being so weak, panting for air, he says to me, “I’m not done yet. I’m going to fuck you so hard, beautiful, you’re going to be feeling me when you run on Sunday.”

  Wanting him to keep his word, I begin to unbutton his pants with my fingers, digging into his pants, grabbing for his cock. Pulling it out for better access, I tightly wrap my hands around the silky smoothness of his skin. His cock jumps, as it grows larger in my hand. I stroke it up and down, from the base to the tip of the head. He grabs for my hand pulling it off him, making me whimper from the loss. But just as fast he groans loud enough for me to hear and he hoists me up wrapping my legs around his waist. I can feel his cock against my core, as I’m coating him with my juices.

  I… want… more… and I want it now.

  Using the strength in my legs and arms, I lift myself up higher so I can position him right at the tip of my entrance. I feel the tip of the head about to enter me, when we hear Kelly slur, “Hey big guy, if you’re up here that means your boss lady is too.”

  Both our bodies freeze, not wanting to move or lose contact, but obviously we are not going to finish what we just started now. I turn my head to see exactly where Kelly is, and when I look in her direction, I notice that Julio is standing near the bathroom door with his back to us. Shit. This whole time he was standing there while I was letting Matt eat me out.

  Crap, how much did he see? He obviously knew something was happening, or else he wouldn’t have his back to us. This is why Matt is every kind of dangerous for me. All he has to do is kiss me and I totally lose myself, forgetting about the world around me.

  Kelly is looking at us, and my legs still wrapped around Matt’s waist, while he’s holding me tight at my hips. Knowing that our wanted sex session is over, I unhook my legs, forcing them to fall to the ground. Matt turns away, adjusting his pants in a hurry.

  She stands there, swaying, smiling from ear to ear. “Are you guys finally hooking up? ‘Cause if you are, it’s about damn time. I’m tired of seeing how much she wants you, but you won’t take a Goddamn hint and screw her already. You’re too busy fucking other people on tables,” she slurs, pointing at Matt.

  Matt’s turns around quickly. My eyes go wide in embarrassment, and Matt looks down at me just as shocked. That’s when I notice that Kelly doesn’t look too good and she begins to gag. I immediately run over to her, pushing her into the bathroom, having her barely make it to the toilet before she lets it all come out. I kneel there next to her holding her hair while she throws up, thinking about what she just said.

  The harsh reality of what she said is a reminder of Matt’s past. It leaves me wondering if it was the alcohol that was responsible for what he did, was it allowing him to think clearly? He’s used to using girls. He takes what he needs from them without any strings attached, and then throws them aside. Would he have done the same to me after tonight?

  A couple of minutes later a very drunk David shows up at the door. From looking at him, I know he’s in no condition to take care of Kelly, so I wave him off and stay there until she’s finally done.

  After cleaning her up and with Julio carrying her, we head back to our little section. Kelly is passed out in Julio’s arms by the time we get there and everyone else is looking three sheets to the wind. I decide to call it a night. I close out the tab with the waitress by handing her a couple of hundred dollar bills for putting up with us and she ushers us to the exit.

  As we are leaving the crowd outside has increased and although the party bus is waiting for us, the crowd starts noticing I’m exiting and begins to try to hound me. Great, my hired muscle is too busy carrying my passed out friend to protect me. Right when I think I’m screwed, I feel Trey come up with Matt and they both flank me as we walk onto the bus, passing a screaming group of people taking picture after picture of us leaving.

  After taking a seat, my exhaustion from the whole night finally catches up to me and I fall asleep against Matt’s chest, not caring what message it’s sending to him. I wake up as the bus pulls into our driveway and I feel Matt’s body against mine as he picks me up and carries me into the house. I wrap my arms around his neck for support and bury my face into his neck taking in his scent as I usually do, closing my eyes again. The next thing I know I feel my dress coming off and I start to panic thinking that Matt wants to finish what we didn’t get to at the club.

  “Matt, I don’t think this is a good idea,” I say to him, trying to sound calm.

  I feel him climb up into bed with me, pulling my body against his chest. “Don’t worry beautiful, it’s late, and we only have a couple of hours left to sleep. You need your rest for the race,” he says before placing a soft kiss on my lips and holding me tightly with his arms, sending me into a blissful sleep.

  AS WE CLIMB out of the SUV that took us to the airport to board the charter plane that Paul had provided for us, I see a lot of unhappy faces around me. I am the only one who didn’t consume alcohol, besides Julio, since he was working, so I feel better than ever. Except for the lack of sleep that is still dragging my body around, I am the only coherent one to make decisions that morning.

  Julio showed up bright and early, with Carne Asada burritos for everyone, stating that greasy foods always helped with a hangover. Since I knew it wasn’t going to help with my diet, I had passed and opted for my usual light carb load, but everyone ate those burritos like they were candy. How Julio knew the answers to everything still amazed me, but I was very grateful.

  Upon boarding the plane, I go to the rear of it, wanting to be away from the grumpy grunts and faces that I was receiving for being the only one not ready to spill my cookies. Matt follows, taking the seat next to me, reaching for my phone that is in my hand. Although I try taking it from him, he holds it up and out of my reach making me mad about it. He opens the screen and I see him head straight into the settings app. I’m about to lecture him about messing with my phone and he can see it in my face, but he puts his hand up to silence me, making me scowl at him.

  I want to piss him off just as badly as I feel right now. “So sunshine, how do you feel?”

  He looks up at me after a couple of seconds, tilting his head, with his eyes looking up into the ceiling. “Better than I thought I would.” Then he goes back to messing with my phone, my comment not even fazing him. He hands the phone back to me. He grabs his own out of his back pocket and proceeds to punch at the screen until I hear my phone start to sing. It is blaring Teenage Dream and I can’t control the smile that plasters across my face as I remember the music video.

  I look over at him blown away by the ring tone that’s he’s chosen. Oh yeah, two can play that game. I yank his phone out of his hand with my right one, and hold up my left hand at h
im, stopping his protest.

  Matt tries to lean over and look at what I’m doing, but I shove his face with my hand a couple of times and he gets the point, finally giving up. After a couple of minutes I’ve finally made my selection. I push at my screen to call him back and his phone begins to sing the chorus to Sex on Fire. We might not have had sex yet, but every time I think about how close we’ve come to it, my body turns to fire.

  Matt looks up from his phone and at me. “Oh really, beautiful, I can’t wait to find out.”

  I smile, and look away from him, with my cheeks burning. In the corner of my eye I see Julio smiling from ear to ear, while acting like he’s reading a magazine. I’m pretty sure he knew what was going on with the ring tones. I look to the front of the plane to see if anyone else noticed, but they are all close to passing out from still being hungover.

  “So how soon can I discover how bad you can be?” he whispers into my ear, the heat of his breath sending shivers throughout my body.

  I roll my eyes as I turn to look out the window. “I liked the ringtone I originally had. At least it didn’t give me any false hopes when it came to you.” I’m not able to keep out the disappointment lacing my voice.

  “What are you talking about?”

  I bring my attention back to Matt. “So does this little trip qualify as us running away together and never looking back?” I refer to my designated ring tone as I twirl my finger around in the air.

  Matt’s face grows serious and he reaches for my hand, entwining the fingers of our hand, making them tingle from his touch. “I don’t want to look back at the mistakes I made with you Abigail, ever again. Can we do that?” he says with a worried look on his face.

  I think about what he’s said. “What happened last night Matt? Was I another mark you’re going to add to the list of girls you have? I’m pretty sure you laid it clear on the table that you didn’t do relationships from the beginning.” I feel torn as I say it.

  He drops his shoulders and sighs, turning to face his body more into mine. “I know what I said beautiful, but for you I’ll be willing to risk starting a relationship. You’re worth changing my mind for.”

  My heart gets excited and starts rapidly beating. His response makes me smile and gives me hope, knowing that he’s finally put his ex-girlfriend in the past. He brings his left hand to my neck, pulling me to him, giving me an intense kiss. I keep kissing him, not even letting the moving plane distract me as it begins to taxi for take-off. I feel like I need him closer to me right now more than ever, so I grab his waist practically trying to pull him into my seat on top of me.

  This makes him laugh into my mouth. “Calm down beautiful, as much as I want you, I don’t want to have an audience, and I really doubt there’s a comfortable way of joining the mile high club on this plane,” he huskily says to me.

  Dammit, why does something always end up being a cock blocker for me when it comes to Matt? “Are we ever going to be able to finish what we keep starting?” I whine into his mouth.

  He laughs and kisses me again, bringing my body up and onto his lap as the seat belt sign turns off. I sit there in his embrace, getting into my treasured spot of my face into his neck, taking in his scent, and easily fall asleep. With Matt rubbing my thigh, like he does so well, letting me know he has to touch me just as badly.

  It feels like I’ve been asleep for only a couple of minutes, when I feel lips lightly nipping at my neck. Then I feel my shirt near my shoulder being pulled to the side, giving Matt access to nip and kiss there as well. His sinful mouth only makes me wet and I squirm in his lap.

  I feel him groan into my shoulder, and then hear him say, “I can’t wait until we get back home. I’m going to fuck you so hard, so long, and in so many different ways you won’t be able to walk for days.”

  I laugh into the crook of his neck, and then pull my head back to look into his eyes, challenging him. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Matthew Garcia.”

  He reaches with his hand in between my legs to squeeze my pussy through my pants, making me yelp. As I’m about to give him the same treatment, the stewardess shows up, telling me to move into my own seat and buckle up since we’ll be landing soon.

  With the glare I give her, I’m surprised she’s still smiling at me. Being that I have to listen to her, I do as I’m told. I’m not happy about it and you can tell by the look on my face, which causes Matt to laugh at me, making me feel like a child. Once I’m done buckling up, Matt reaches for my hand again, entwining our fingers together, and holding my hand tightly.

  The plane finally lands and we load up into another black SUV that will take us straight to the expo. Since we decided to wait to come on Saturday morning, instead of Friday, like Paul had wanted us to do, I was on a very tight schedule for the weekend. I hated being rushed, but that was no one’s fault but my own for wanting to spend it with Matt.

  We arrive at the expo and I head inside, leading the way straight to the pick-up tables for my packet. Once I’ve picked up my race packet and goodies, I do what I love doing at these expos, shop.

  I’m like a kid in a candy store, a running candy store, and I’ve got no limit. Actually I do, which Matt reminds me of at every booth. If it weren’t for him, I would have bought one of everything there. Which made it the disappointment of the morning. At least I thought it was, until something replaced it.

  As we are walking I hear someone shout, “Matt, is that you?” from the side of us.

  Matt’s drops my hand as if I’ve burned him and I see his body tense up. He turns towards the voice and a petite girl throws herself at him, causing him to catch her as she’s hanging herself from his neck.

  “Oh shit, this isn’t good,” I hear Kelly say, along with Trey’s, “Oh fuck,” as his mouth falls open with a wide O.

  By the look on David’s face, he knows her as well. But nobody wants to say anything, which is not a good sign. Who the hell is this girl and why is she hanging all over Matt? I keep getting bumped from all directions, as I stand there shocked about the whole situation.

  Julio comes up close to my side pushing me against a wall, out of the middle of the line of people that we were trying to press me to keep moving. Trey decides to wander off, his face giving away that he doesn’t want to be anywhere near us at the moment.

  I watch Matt make friendly conversation with her, not caring about the people around them and then they start laughing together. I’m standing there wondering what the hell is going on. All of a sudden I see this girl pull Matt down by the neck and give him a kiss on the mouth. Not just a peck, a full-blown take me right here, right now kiss. The kind I’ve been giving him lately.

  Matt stands there holding her, and then he must have woken up a second later, because he pushes her away and looks around searching for something or someone. Then he sees me and smiles awkwardly.

  I’m left shocked. Is he really trying to brush off what just happened by smiling at me? He grabs her hand with his and leads her over in my direction. Kelly instantly grabs for my hand and gives it a light squeeze, almost as if reassuring me that everything will be ok. Why?

  Matt comes up to us and stops right in front of me. “Abigail, this is Laura. Laura, this is my friend Abigail,” he happily says, swaying his hand back and forth in our directions.

  Her eyes go wide. “Matt, you know Abigail Adams!” she shouts at him, lightly jumping in place, while grabbing at Matt’s arm.

  He laughs, like this is usual for her and it amuses him. “Yeah, I’m her assistant,” he says, shrugging his shoulder, while he smiles down at her, as he goes back to making conversation with her about what she’s doing at the expo.

  Oh, so now he’s back to being my assistant? I know this is what we use when we’re out in public, but if he knows this girl, which he obviously does, since she’s kissing him on the lips, I would at least think he would have dropped the whole assistant thing, and declared me his roommate.

  I tune out their conversation so I can really ta
ke in this girl. She has black hair, brown eyes, and the top of her head only comes up to Matt’s chest. I’d tower over her like a giraffe in my heels if I were wearing any. She’s wearing a yellow dress, almost like she’s still stuck in the summer, instead of the cold of winter. That’s when I notice that she also has a race packet in her hand. So she’s running as well? Well I know for sure with my long legs that I’ll be leaving her in the dust and I’ll be happy to do it. I can’t help but smile to myself from the thought.

  Then I hear Matt speak again, looking directly at me, and the gloom on his face begins to worry me once again. “Abigail, this is the girl I was telling you about,” he says cautiously, as if to clarify what he’s saying, “the one who is going to Berkley.” He says the last bit, with his body going tense, like he’s waiting for a blow to come straight at him.

  I realize that he’s never once mentioned his ex-girlfriend’s name when he spoke about her. No wonder I didn’t know who she was right away. But, it does explain why everyone else knew who she was. Laura is the one. The one he’s been holding out for. Right now I want nothing better than to beat the shit out of him, since his body is ready for it. I simply force myself to breathe and control my temper. It’s not like he came looking for her. Right?

  I extend my hand to her. “Nice to meet you Laura,” I say with a wide and friendly smile. “Matt has told me so much about you; it’s finally nice to meet you.” She reaches out pleasantly to shake my hand.

  As my hand touches hers, my mind disappears into the blackness that takes me to somewhere else.

  I’m sitting in a kitchen. It’s not the one where we currently live. This one is white, with a French themed décor. I’m sitting at the breakfast nook, with a cup of coffee in my hands, trying to decide what we should do today. As I take a sip from my cup, the object of my affection walks into the kitchen to join me.