Eighteen (18)

by J. A. Huss

  “You know when triangles are not your friend?”

  “Tell me.” I give up. He’s musing. I have come to the conclusion that Mateo is one of those deep people. People who think too fucking much. I’m not a thinker, I go on instincts. And right now, my instincts are begging me to just tell him what he wants to hear.

  “When you’re in a relationship.”

  “Are we in a relationship?” I roll my eyes.

  “We are, and I don’t want to be part of a love triangle. I let that Danny Alexander thing drop because you needed help and he was there when I wasn’t. But I won’t make that mistake again. I got us two first-class tickets to Hawaii for spring break.”

  “Fancy,” I say. I hate flying, especially over the ocean. It freaks me out and no amount of posh first-class bullshit will change that.

  “You may come in.” He opens the screen door wide for me and I step past him.

  “I hope you have a fucking dryer,” I say, peeling off my clothes. I’m getting fucked today. That’s all I’m saying. I’ve been studying that little unit-circle trick all damn day. I practiced it in art while I was messing around with Photoshop making graphics for my website. I practiced it in PE when I was walking my laps. I practiced it in every class today. I even recited the angles and the radians to myself on the way over here. I’m ready for that test and I am getting fucked.

  I drop my clothes on the floor as I make my way to the kitchen and then stand there naked. “Where’s the test?”

  “Sit,” he says, smiling like a fool.

  “Mateo—”

  “Sit,” he growls.

  I sigh, but I sit.

  “Today you’re going to learn how to memorize the trigonometric functions.”

  “Oh, no, I’m not! Today I’m sucking your dick, taking a test, getting my pussy licked, and then you’re fucking me.”

  He almost laughs. Almost. “No, you’re working first.”

  “That was not the deal.”

  “I make all the deals, Shannon.” He takes my little red textbook out of my backpack and opens it up to chapter two. “I’m surprised you haven’t figured that out yet. Now look here…”

  An hour later I’m still looking at that damn book, and I’ve got those functions memorized using his newest trick, but I’m tired now. My eyes are drooping and I’m not even horny anymore. “You’re not as fun as you first appeared,” I say, yawning.

  He eases himself up on the counter of the island in the center of the kitchen and starts unbuckling his belt.

  I get a little more interested.

  He unbuttons and unzips, looking at me the whole time.

  I smile.

  He positively grins. “You did good. And you’re gonna take the first test, so you get to suck my dick until I come down your throat. But just so we’re clear, if you want to take a test tomorrow, you have to suck me at school.”

  Jesus. Why does he say these things to me? It fucking gets me crazy. I know I should be horrified, but I’m not. He’s turning me on. He’s turning me into a freak. “Noted.”

  “Take me out.”

  I smile so big my cheeks might crack. The last time I gave him a blow job here, I got so bothered by it, I came. Jesus. I ease up out of my seat and walk over to him. His eyes never leave mine. It’s like he’s more interested in what I’m thinking than my naked body. And that turns me on even more than his hulking cock under those jeans.

  I reach for his boxer briefs and pull them down until I see the tip of his cock. God, he has a beautiful cock. The head is thick and perfect. I lick my lips and look up at him.

  “Go ahead. If you’re so eager, just do it.”

  I pull him out all the way, pumping him gently in my hand. His hand clamps over mine, squeezing. Making me squeeze harder. I lower my head into his lap and wrap my lips around him, sucking on his tip and then swirling my tongue around it like I’m licking a lollipop. His fingers dig into my hair and urge me to take more of him. I know he likes that deep stuff, and I’m not that good at it. But I try hard. I try my best to please him and I’m rewarded with a moan.

  I moan too, my vocal cords humming against his shaft as he presses down on my head. I decide to just go for it. Fuck everything. I forget about everything but him. I take him in as far as I can, gag, pull back, the saliva spilling out of my mouth. But I dive down for more and this makes him pull my head away. He jumps down off the counter and stands in front of me.

  “Kneel and put your hands on my thighs, Shannon. And don’t move them.”

  It’s not an order. Not something I must obey. But the way he says it—well, it makes me want to obey. I place my hands flat against his muscular thighs as he gathers my hair in a ponytail, gripping it so tight, it pulls on my scalp.

  “Look at me,” he says.

  I do. I want nothing more than to look at him. His jaw is covered with stubble two days old. His green eyes are at half-mast as he gazes down at me. His dick is hard and right in front of my lips.

  “Open,” he says. “I’m gonna fuck your face and come down your throat.”

  I open my mouth and he shoves himself inside so fast, his cock bumps up against my soft palate and makes me gag. But he doesn’t wait for me this time. He’s in control. He’s the one with the power. He pulls my head back by my hair and then thrusts me forward again, hitting that same spot. My fingers are clenched around the loose denim of his jeans as I force myself to give in to what he wants from me.

  I never stop looking at him. My eyes are only on him.

  “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” And the he rams his cock again and again. I gag, and spit, and noises are coming from my throat that I’ve never heard before. But each time he thrusts, he moans.

  I am doing it right, that’s what those moans mean.

  The next time he hits my soft palate I wrap my lips around him tighter and suck, bobbing my head to his rhythm. Back and forth so fast, he loses control, stiffens, and then his warm semen is spilling down my throat.

  “Swallow,” he groans. “Swallow me.”

  I swallow every single drop and when he pulls away and the saliva is spilling down my chin, I lean forward and lick his tip.

  “I fucking love you,” he says.

  I—can’t move. I can’t speak. I have tears from the stress of being face-fucked running down my cheeks and I’m sure my eye makeup is all smeared. I must look horrible.

  But he just said he loves me.

  “I do, Shannon. I knew the first time I saw you, I was going to love you forever. It was one of those things you just know.”

  And then he pulls me to my feet and kisses me on the mouth. A long, deep kiss that says more than his words ever will.

  He loves me. I can feel it in my core.

  He takes my hand and leads me through the kitchen, past the living room, and into the hallway where I’ve never been before. We stop in his bedroom and he kicks off his boots and drops his pants. He takes my hand again and leads me over to his bed and then he lies down and says, “Rub your pussy over my mouth.”

  Fuck. This dirty talk does me in. I gulp some air and then climb onto the bed, straddling his waist and bracing myself with my palms flat on his hard chest.

  “Go on, do it,” he encourages me.

  I scoot up his body until my knees are resting on the bed on either side of his head. And then I lower myself down.

  His tongue reaches up and flicks against my clit.

  Oh, God. I might die of pleasure. Is it possible to die of pleasure?

  My hips start moving back and forth, his scratchy chin rubbing my tender folds in all the right ways. His tongue darts in and out of my pussy. He reaches up and squeezes my breasts, and then he pinches my nipples so hard, I have to let out a squeal. He releases them, but smacks the cheek of my ass.

  He stops my hips for a moment and looks up at me. I’m mesmerized by his eyes. “Fuck my face like I did yours. And when you come, I’ll flip you over and show you what a good time really feels like.”

  I
brace my hands on the head board, my knees trembling from keeping myself positioned over the top of him. And then I do exactly what he wants.

  I fuck him. I rub myself all over his chin. His tongue does a dance that I will never understand, but I don’t need to. It’s not a mathematical mystery that requires solving. It’s nothing but pure ecstasy.

  And when I come, I come hard. My head falls back as he laps me up. And then he does exactly what he promised. He flips us over and enters me from the top. His palms cradle my cheeks. His mouth kisses my mouth. And we go slow. We look at each other—gaze at each other—as the pleasure builds to something close to infinity.

  We come together in every way possible.

  It’s moaning, and writhing, and grunting. It’s sex.

  But it feels like love.

  I might never have understood what that word meant before, but I do now.

  Mateo is love.

  We lie there afterward, him mostly talking about what we will do in Hawaii, me still focused on the mind-blowing sex. And then it starts to get dark and I know I need to go home. He helps me dress and walks me across the street, kissing me goodbye on the other side of my patio gate, my head spinning from the leftover lust and the loud hum of the 5 freeway.

  I’m addicted to him and what he does to my body. There’s no starting over or going back now. I am just addicted and I need more.

  I walk inside and drift around the apartment, ignoring Jason’s bad mood as he gathers his stuff to leave for work. And I realize that I never did take my test today.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Mateo and I settle into a routine after that. I see him every day but Sunday. The science class at Gilbert finishes up mid-February when all my open-book tests for that semester are turned in and I take the C as a grade. So I stop going to Gilbert altogether. Mateo arranges for us to meet in the library at Anaheim on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and even though this is far less fun because we agreed that sexy times are out of the question with Bowman so close, it’s far easier for me to not have to take the bus anymore.

  The rest of the days we meet at his house and do the whole naked tutoring, dick-sucking, pussy-licking, test-taking thing. I don’t know where he gets his problems from. I think he actually makes them up special for me because every one of them has to do with astronomy and he says each of the answers are something he needs for his dissertation project.

  I highly doubt that, but I humor him and solve them after we go over examples.

  On Saturdays he takes me on a date and it’s never the same place twice. He took me to the planetarium in LA where he said he sorta works. Who knew? Not me. But I guess his dissertation isn’t on stars at all. Not really. It’s on the educational value of laser shows to generate interest in astronomy and math in young people. He didn’t have a show ready for me that day, that’s why we’re going to Hawaii, he said. That’s the first time anyone will see his project and he needs to gather data for his dissertation defense. I guess he’s been traveling for the past year trying to garner support from universities and organizations who use a planetarium as part of their astronomy program and that’s why he was in Arizona when I got sick.

  Overachieving nerd. With star tattoos. And a hard body. And a big cock. And that fucking chin. Oh. My. God.

  I’m falling for him.

  No, I take that back. I’m on the goddamned ground banging my head against a rock, because if everything goes well on our trip to Hawaii this week, he’ll be traveling a lot doing much the same thing after he defends his dissertation.

  I sigh as I sit on the back steps waiting for him to pick me up for the airport. He’s late. We leave in four hours and LAX is a good hour-and-a-half drive in traffic at this time of day.

  A horn honks in the driveway, and I get up off the stoop and peek around the corner of the house. Oh, shit. It’s his mother in a pale yellow, classic Mercedes roadster. She’s got the top up and she’s leaning out the window. “Shannon, honey. Mateo is running late and he asked me to run you to the airport.”

  “Oh,” I say, disappointed.

  “Come on. Do you need help with your bags?”

  “No,” I say, grabbing my backpack from the stairs and walking to the passenger side door. I slide in, my bare legs loving the softness of the leather interior.

  “He didn’t buy you a bag for this trip?” she asks, looking at my pack. “What kind of animal did I raise?”

  I giggle at that. “He did offer. He was just as appalled as you that I was taking a ten-dollar backpack to Hawaii. But I said no. I’m not a traveler. I probably wouldn’t get a lot of use out of it.”

  She gives me a sideways glance as we back out of the driveway and get on Broadway. “Honey, Mateo loves to travel, so you should just take him up on that offer. You’re going to need it.”

  “Hmmm,” I say.

  “What’s that mean?”

  I like Gigi. I’ve seen her regularly since Mateo first introduced us. Mostly when we go eat at Alesci’s Laguna. But she’s been in Alesci’s Anaheim a few times when we’ve stopped in too. We eat there once a week at least. “I don’t know. I can’t predict the future. And Olivia is here. I can’t just go on trips all the time, you know? Jason was pissed off about this week, but I told him months ago, so there was nothing he could do.”

  “I see,” she says, getting on the 5 north. “But they are not your only family, Shannon.”

  “No, they really are. I know it’s hard to understand that, coming from such a big one yourself, but—”

  “No, sweetie. We’re your family now too.”

  I think I blush. I have no idea what to say to that. Does she really think Mateo and I will be together after he finishes his dissertation? Because I’m not that delusional.

  “What are you going to do after graduation, Shannon?”

  “Oh, I’m thinking about web design. I’m doing a project in school right now and I really like it. Plus, I can do graphic design at the same time. It’s sort of a win-win for me.”

  “Do you do web design? I didn’t know that. Would you like to redesign the Alesci’s site?”

  “Oh, wow, that must be a huge project.”

  “Well, we can start small, maybe? How about just the Anaheim site? And then we’ll see where we are when you’re done with that.”

  “Yeah,” I say, excited. Gigi speeds up to get over, and then we get stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic trying to merge onto the 91. “I’d really like that, actually.”

  “I’ll pay you, of course. What do websites go for these days? Last time we redid it I think it was somewhere in the neighborhood of eight thousand dollars.”

  “What?” I almost choke. “I’m pretty sure my services aren’t worth eight thousand dollars, Gigi.”

  “Honey,” she says, raising an eyebrow. “Never undersell yourself. Always know your worth. And if you come out high, you can always lower your price during negotiations. But since I came in low, as a new businesswoman you will want to counter with something higher. Include a list of your talents and services. Now what are you worth?”

  Is she asking me to raise the price on her?

  “Shannon?”

  “Yeah, OK.” I take a few seconds to collect my thoughts. “Well, I’ll do an original design that will showcase the history of the Anaheim store. Include some of those old photos you have hanging on the walls. And pictures of the family who work there, of course.” Lots of cousins work at the Anaheim store. “And you know what, Gigi? You know what you can maybe add in?” I get a little excited at this idea.

  “Tell me, honey.” She’s smiling big at my enthusiasm.

  “An online order form for delivery.”

  “You’re a genius, Shannon.”

  “Right?” I laugh. “People can pay online and stuff. Then the food just appears at their door. We can totally set that up. I’m pretty sure they have some kind of extension I could buy that will have the basics.”

  “I love it,” she says.

  “But I might ne
ed to hire a programmer for the custom stuff. I’m not sure I could do it all myself.”

  “So true, honey. OK, you drive a hard bargain, but you’re right. You need ten thousand for that site. Deal.”

  Ten thousand dollars. I’m speechless.

  But I realize she’s offering me her hand to shake on the deal and I take it, leaning back into the soft leather seats, smiling. “Thank you,” I say. “I know you’re going out of your way to help me and I just want you to know, I really appreciate it.”

  “You’re family, Shannon. That’s what families do for each other. And if,” she gives me a sideways glance, “you and Mateo have a disagreement, well, the job is not conditional on your relationship with him. Put a plan together and bring it to me the next time you’re in Laguna, Ok, sweetie?””

  “Wow, OK. Thank you, Gigi. You have no idea how much I needed a break like this.”

  “I have an idea.” She smiles to herself as we drive. “But family takes care of each other. That’s how we do and that’s how it should be.”

  I bask in the glow of that little revelation and let myself daydream about Mateo. Could we really be together after all this school stuff is over? I have not thought about it. Not because I don’t want it, but because it just didn’t seem possible that he felt that way about me. He cracks jokes about serious things. And this whole Hawaii trip is kind of a big deal. But he said he didn’t want me home alone all week with Danny Alexander ready to swoop in and take his place.

  Danny’s not like that though. We’re just friends. But Mateo is still possessive.

  Gigi talks the rest of the drive and I mostly listen, lost in my own thoughts. Mateo is waiting for me at United arrivals curbside check-in when we pull up and he opens my door for me.

  “Have fun, kids!” Gigi calls, as Mateo takes my backpack.

  We wave as she drives off. “Sorry I didn’t pick you up myself. Last-minute details.” He takes in a big breath like he had a stressful day.

  “You’re all ready now?” I ask.

  “I think so.”

  “Nervous?” I’ve never seen Mateo nervous.