The minutes ticked by, and Matt didn’t make any further moves to touch her more than the hand on her stomach. As the warmth of his body seeped into her and she became accustomed to his presence, she could feel her muscles relaxing. Shifting her weight, she leaned back against him a bit and he moved to accommodate her. She wiggled back until her head was tucked into his shoulder, and he laid one of his large legs over hers.
Jocelyn was quickly caught up in the glimpse of the love between Arwen and Aragorn, and when Arwen gave Aragorn her pendant she did her best not to sigh.
“You’re a romantic.”
“Not even close,” she countered, shifting so she could look up at him. “I’m practical, levelheaded, and a realist.”
Matt made room as she turned, so she ended up lying on her back looking up at him. In the filtered light she thought his eyes might be more green than hazel, but his eyelashes were pitch black and a length she’d only ever dreamed of.
He shook his head. “No, I don’t think so.”
“That’s an arrogant comment for someone who hardly knows me.” She tried to shift away but he slid his leg over hers and braced his hand against the sofa on the other side of her shoulder. That was when she realized he’d managed to trap her between him and the sofa. Instead of the anxiety she’d felt earlier, heated arousal teased her senses.
“I’m not going to argue over my arrogance because it’s not the first time I’ve been accused.” His voice was low and quiet as he spoke, creating their own little world on the sofa. “But, I heard you sigh.”
“I did no such thing.” Did I? “Romance is for dreamers, and my feet are securely on the ground.”
Matt shook his head again as that crooked grin of his pulled at the corner of his mouth. “Actually, you’re on your back, sweetheart, and I like you here.”
Jocelyn didn’t have a chance to formulate a comeback. She felt like she was under Matt’s spell. His lips were soft and teasing until she was arching up for more, and then he deepened his assault on her senses. His tongue slipped between her lips to caress hers, playing a game as she stroked hers against his.
He slid his arm around her lifting her up, plundering her mouth as he pressed a leg between hers. She’d never felt a heat like this pulsing through her body. Wrapping a leg around his, she arched her hips and rubbed her aching pussy against his thigh.
“That’s right, beautiful.” The words were whispered against her neck as he bit and kissed his way down. Matt slid his hand down to her lower back, lifting her up against him.
She tilted her head, giving him better access to her neck as she ground her pussy against his leg. The smouldering passion from his kiss earlier and then Eric’s burst into a bonfire inside of her. Her pussy was soaked and throbbing as she chased the one thing no man had ever given her. Deep down she knew Matt would never fuck her and then roll over and go to sleep without making certain she finished too.
The long hard length of his erection pressed against her stomach, taunting her, promising all sorts of carnal pleasures. She wanted to wrap her hand around him and reached for his waistband. He moved depriving her of the delicious friction on her cunt and the chance to feel his length.
“Shh, I want this to be more then you getting off on my leg, beautiful.” Matt’s hot hand slid up under her shirt. “No matter how tempting it is to see you scream out your orgasm, and I’m going to make you scream, Jocelyn, but if you touch me right now, it’s all over much sooner than I’d like.”
She felt him push up her shirt and then pull it over her head. There was a moment she’d wished she’d worn something prettier than a practical white bra and panties. Matt didn’t seem to notice as he ran the back of his knuckles over her breasts, making her nipples stand up tighter. Her ex had made enough derogatory comments about them that she’d become very self-conscious by the size of her nipples. Matt appeared to be fascinated and she wasn’t certain why. “I know they’re not in proportion—”
He dropped his face down and sucked on one of her nipples right through her bra. It felt like a lightning strike directly to her pussy. “Oh, god!” she cried out and clutched at his shirt. The sensation from the heat of his mouth as he sucked and then bit down on her nipple through her bra made her head swim. She desperately wanted to feel his lips without the barrier of material, and without his leg pressing against her cunt, she felt a little adrift.
“They’re perfect.” A split second later the back clasp of her bra popped open, and he pulled her bra off and threw it behind him. “Oh, yeah. Better than I imagined.” He wrapped one large hand over her breast and massaged it as he played with her nipples. Sucking her breast into his mouth he trapped her sensitive nipple against his teeth with his tongue, rolling it back and forth before sucking hard. The hot, wet pull felt like it went straight from her nipple to her clit.
She gripped handfuls of his shirt and tugged hard, wordlessly demanding its removal. He paused and lifted up to pull his shirt off and tossed it on the coffee table. Her mouth went dry at the size of his chest. He had layers of muscles over his chest and torso, the tattoo she’d gotten a peek at the other day trailed up his arm and over his shoulder. It was beautiful and Jocelyn suddenly had the urge to trail the tip of her tongue over the swirls in the design.
“You are far too tempting when you stare at me like that.” He scooped her up into his arms and then sat back down on the sofa, with her straddling his hips. The bulge from his thick erection pressed up against her pussy, and she rolled her hips against him, coming dangerously close to that screaming orgasm already.
“Do it, beautiful. Let me see.”
She wasn’t certain if he really meant that until he gripped her hips and pressed his cock up against her. They were each still wearing pants, but she could feel the hot brand of his cock despite all the fabric between them. “I can’t, not like this.” He was watching her as she moved, and she couldn’t get herself off while he was watching. Can I?
“Shhhh.” Matt pressed his face against the crook of her neck and flicked his tongue against her skin. “Feel, don’t think. Your skin tastes like cream and feels like satin.”
He gripped her hips and encouraged her to do little circles as he pulled her down against him. The friction was intoxicating and made her feel like electrical currents coursed through her body. “That feels so good.” She pushed her knees against the sofa cushions as she rubbed against the ridge of his cock, making him groan, as his head dropped back against the sofa.
“Fuck yeah it does.” He sat up and forced her off balance, tilting her back to that her back arched and her breasts were like an offering. She gripped at his shoulders and pushed down harder on his cock, trying to find her balance. “Do you have any idea how perfect you are?”
“Not a word—” His mouth closed around one of her nipples again, stealing her breath and the denial she’d been about to say. The intense throbbing in her cunt increased, making her desperate for more. Propriety be damned. She’d done everything she was expected and supposed to in her life, and this was like a private moment for her to steal away from the real world and its responsibilities.
She rhythmically pushed her pussy against his cock, chasing the peak that hovered just out of reach. Matt worshipped her breasts, and she pressed them against his mouth seeking more. She had no idea her breasts were so sensitive. Matt lifted his face and shook his head.
“This isn’t working.”
Jocelyn froze, her desire melting at his words.
“I thought I could play and tease you a bit while we watched the movie.” He pressed a kiss against the hollow at the base of her neck. “It’s not enough. Let me take your pants off, please, beautiful. I swear I won’t do anything you don’t enjoy. I’ll stop when you want me to.”
Jocelyn gasped for air, not realizing she’d been holding her breath. He pushed his cock up harder against her core, rocking his length along her denim-covered pussy. She was looking down at him in this position. The hunger in his expression frighte
“Please, Jocelyn, I’ll stop when you say. I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do. A little taste is all I’m asking for.”
* * * *
Matt felt like his cock was going to explode any moment. Her jeans were damp, and he was positive he could smell Jocelyn’s arousal. The musky tantalizing scent was making his mouth water and his cock throb. The moment his slid his tongue over her extended nipples he knew he was a goner. I’m a fool. Originally he’d planned to watch a movie they both enjoyed and maybe entice a kiss or two out of her. She’d been so stiff and prickly at first, and then as she got used to him and relaxed, he realized his mistake. Her ass pressed against his cock, her silky hair under his chin. When she sighed at the romantic scene in the movie, he couldn’t resist another moment.
Claiming her mouth and protests had his cock leaping to attention, and he had her topless before he’d fully thought out the repercussions. A few simple caresses and kisses weren’t going to be enough. Whether she meant to or not, she’d seduce him with every caress and sigh. Feeling her small hands on his shoulders press against the back of his head spurred him on. His erection had reached a painful threshold, and he wanted to get her naked and push his aching cock inside her more than he wanted to breathe.
He’d never begged any woman. He hadn’t had to, but he would crawl on his knees for this wisp of a woman. He slid his hand down her body between her legs and rubbed his thumb against the seam of her jeans. A shiver ran along his spine, since the fabric felt damp to the touch. He groaned and stopped moving for a second. Her cunt might be soaked, but that was her body reacting. He wouldn’t take this any farther unless she really wanted to.
Her aqua-colored eyes were the most beautiful color he’d ever seen. Please let her believe me. “You don’t have to say yes, beautiful. You can say no and we’ll finish watching the movie and slow down.”
She shifted her weight, making little circles with her hips as she pressed down on him. It was like the best goddamn lap dance he’d ever gotten. “And if I don’t want to go slow?” Her cheeks turned pinker than they already were. Damn, she blushes pretty.
Relief and anticipation rocketed through him. “You’re the navigator, baby. I’ll drive but you tell me when to stop.” He wrapped his hands around her ass and stood up, lifting her with him. She gasped and grabbed his shoulders, wrapping her legs around his waist.
“Where are we going?”
“My room.” Where I can stretch you out and hopefully make this last longer than ten minutes. Knowing that this wasn’t going to end helped his control a bit more. He staggered a few steps down the hall before bracing her against the wall and kissing her again. Her lips were soft and felt like silk. Her nipples pressed against his chest like hard nubbins, teasing him. He didn’t give a damn about the size of a woman’s breasts, but a nice set of nipples always got him hard. Jocelyn’s were perfection. She was panting and rocking against his cock by the time he managed to get to his room and got her on the bed.
“The door’s open,” she whispered against his lips.
“No one is going to walk in, except for Eric.” He lifted off her and reached for her waistband, unsnapping the buttons before slowly lowering the zipper. “Would it bother you if he walked in on us?” He trailed a finger along the waistband of her panties, drawing out this moment. “What if he watched?”
She shivered under his touch and lifted up on to her elbows, “Would it be bad if I said I like that idea?” He could see the uncertainty in her expression.
“Not at all, beautiful. There isn’t anything I’d like more than to bring you to an orgasm in front of a crowd.” The musky enticing scent of her arousal teased him. He braced one hand next to her elbow and leaned over her, lightly tracing the delicate shell of her ear with his tongue. He slipped his fingers under the elastic of her panties and teased the bit of springy hair he found there before pressing forward. “What if there was a complete stranger in the hallway with him? A friend of ours who will never touch you, but loves to watch as you’re taken by your men.”
He felt the shudder that danced along her arms. Her pussy was so damn wet it was easy to slide between her swollen lips and circle her puffed up clit. “I don’t know. Maybe, yes.” Considering the amount of cream coating his fingers, Matt was confident she shared at least some of his exhibitionist tendencies. He circled her clit again and withdrew his hand. Keeping eye contact with her, he slipped two of his fingers into his own mouth. She stared at him in wide-eyed shock as her tangy flavor coated his tongue. He ran his tongue around his fingers, getting every last delicious drop as she watched.
“Close your eyes, Jocelyn.”
Chapter Six
“Why?” Jocelyn asked.
Matt gripped the sides of her jeans and tugged them down her legs, taking her panties with them. “Because we’re going to play a game.” The pants went flying behind him, and he crawled back up her body again. Gently gripping her elbows, he lifted them, making her fall back against the sheets.
She collapsed back, and he straddled her hips and lifted her hands over her head. “Keep your hands here.” He leaned down and pressed a playful kiss to the end of her nose. “Close your eyes,” he said as soon as she was about to ask him “why” again.
A slight frown puckered her brow, but then her lids drifted closed, hiding her expressive eyes from him. It wasn’t a big sign of trust, but it was a sign he would treasure. “I want you to think about Eric and his friend in the hall watching.”
Her breath caught, and her eyes flicked open. “But, what about you?” Uncertainly and guilt shone in her gaze. God, she has expressive eyes. “I’m not worried in the slightest. I’m the one touching you.” He moved backward down her body, dropping playful kisses over her breasts, nipping the underside of one of them, and then dipping his tongue into her belly button. “I’ll make you forget they’re there.”
“I don’t know about that.”
“Really?” He caressed his fingers along the seam of her pussy lips, pressing up between them, and rubbed against her swollen clit.
When she reached for his arm, he stopped moving. “Put those hands back up over your head, Jocelyn.”
Her body arched, lifting her breasts up as she stretched her hands over her head again. Matt was willing to bet his life savings she had no idea how incredibly sensual she looked. Eric was going to lose his mind when he got to spend some time with her. She was defiant enough to give him lots of chances to spank her ass, which would make his cousin happy.
She shifted restlessly under him, and he let the anticipation grow a bit more. “Keep your eyes closed, beautiful. You’re so damn incredibly sexy, Eric’s mouth is watering to get his hands on you and his friend is jealous he never will.” Matt quickly stripped himself as he spoke and fished a condom out of the night table drawer.
He rolled the condom down his cock with a trembling hand as he crawled back on the bed. Jocelyn was stretched out, her hips rolling seductively. One day, he promised himself. One day, he would give her a small vibrator and watch her play with herself, but not today. Her legs moved restlessly as she waited, but she kept her arms up and her eyes closed. Matt slid his hands down the inside of her legs, easing them apart. He needed to touch her more than he needed his next breath.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured as he slid a couple fingers over the small patch of springy hair that covered her mound. Most of the women at Consensual waxed themselves bare, but he liked a bit of curls to play with. There was something intrinsically alluring knowing what was hidden behind the small patch. Even though he and Eric enjoyed going to the exclusive club on occasion, neither of them considered themselves Doms. They liked to dabble a bit but not to the same extreme as some. It didn’t stop them from learning a thing or two since joining the private club.
“I’m going to run my tongue along your pussy and gather up all that delicious cream.” He brushed another light touch over her curls, teasing her, making her shiver again. Matt liked what he was learning about Jocelyn, and she enjoyed hearing him talk, building up the anticipation of what to expect. “Are you still thinking about Eric and his friend watching from the hallway?”
“Yesssssss,” she hissed as he crawled between her legs and pressed his tongue against her clit. “Oh, god!”
He lifted her legs over his shoulders, which tilted her pelvis toward him. He wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked it, flicking the bundle of nerves with his tongue. A strangled cry escaped her as she pushed her cunt against his face. He glanced up the line of her body and saw she was gripping handfuls of the sheet in her fists.
Not wanting her to come too soon, Matt eased off and licked a path to the entrance of her cunt. He tongued her entrance, while flicking at her clit with his thumb. Her legs tightened and her body arched again as he drew her closer to an orgasm. Her little cries and shudders were like music to his ears as he teased. He was intoxicated on her taste, and it was by sheer will alone he didn’t ram his cock deep inside her. As much as she was enjoying their little game, he was as well and didn’t want it to end too soon.
Eric was much more of a voyeur, but Matt had always been a bit of a show-off, and being watched stroked one of his erotic kinks. He backed off and slipped a finger inside of her. She was so damn wet that he slid in with ease. Her muscles clamped down hard on him, and he could tell she was going to be so deliciously tight around his cock when he fucked her.
He ran his tongue up her pussy, sucking on the soaking folds as he delayed his quest for her clit. Another rush of moisture coated his finger, so he pressed a second one inside of her. The strong muscles that lined the inside of her cunt started to flutter, rhythmically squeezing his fingers. He latched onto her clit with his mouth, sucking on her hard as he had her nipples earlier. Pressing forward against the textured patch of skin he felt inside of her, he stroked her deep over and over. Her heels pressed against his spine as she shook in his arms. Just when he was thinking he might have to try a different tactic, Jocelyn arched. He reached up and cupped her breast, rolling one of her nipples between his fingers as he aggressively massaged that perfect spot he’d found inside of her. She cried out, convulsing against his fingers as a rush of moisture flooded over his hand.
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