He grinned and ran a finger under the waistband of her panties. “These are coming down now.” In answer she sighed and pushed her hips up against his hand. His smile grew wider as he tugged them down to her knees. The skin of her ass held a pink blush from the spanks he’d already given her. He rubbed his hand over her cheeks, stroking, caressing, enjoying the feel of her skin against his. She squirmed under his hand, and he bit back a groan at the friction against his bare cock on her side.
“Do you want me to spank you some more?” She pushed against his hand again, but didn’t say anything. He didn’t respond to her wordless request, though, just continued to let his hand glide over her skin from her lower back, down to the tops of her thighs, all over. “Say it, Hannah. Tell me you want me to spank you some more. Ask me nicely.”
She hissed, and for a second he thought maybe he’d pushed too far, that she couldn’t bring herself to admit it with words, to ask for what she wanted like this. But then her voice came out, barely more than a whisper. “Please spank me?”
His hand slapped against her bare skin, the sound disproportionately loud compared to the actual strength behind it. She jerked against him, and he sucked his breath through his teeth, loving the way she squirmed on his lap. “Like that?”
Her hair moved, and he could tell she’d nodded. He was tempted to push her to verbalize again, but their connection was still tenuous. The fact that she was allowing this was huge, and he didn’t want to ruin anything before they could get started. He didn’t think his cock could take it if she called things off just as they were getting good.
So he spanked her again. And again. Alternating the slaps with rubs, varying the intensity and placement until her whole ass was a dark pink and warm to the touch. She jerked with the harder slaps, her legs kicking up, only the panties still around her knees keeping her thighs from parting more each time. When he decided she’d had enough, he dragged the panties down the rest of the way and off, her movements during the spanking having freed them from where they’d been trapped by her legs against his. He continued stroking over the skin of her ass, enjoying her sharp inhale when he squeezed the reddened flesh or scratched lightly with his fingernails. She bucked against him, and her legs fell further apart. He ran one hand down the back of her thigh, then back up along the inside to see how she would react. Did she want his touch there? Should he ask her? Or make her ask for that too?
Tempting as it was to hear this girl beg for his touch, he didn’t know if she would, so he kept up the stroking, reading the reactions of her body. He wished he could see her eyes, see if they were clouded with lust, as drugged from the feel of him against her as he was, or if there was any hesitation. But he didn’t want to break the spell of the moment, and the way she spread her legs a little more each time he let his hands wander closer to her pussy confirmed that she wanted this. After one last drag down her inner thigh, he glided his hand up and up, letting his fingers brush over the parted lips at her heated center.
She gasped and pushed back against his hand. He rewarded her by rubbing his fingers over her, letting his middle finger lay across her opening so the tip teased her clit when he stroked across her mound. After rubbing her there for a moment he pulled back and sunk his finger inside her. She let out a little cry at that, and Matt let out a curse when her muscles clenched on his finger. “Fuck. You’re so wet for me.”
He withdrew his finger and shifted her back across his lap so she could sit up, helping her up slowly so she didn’t get too dizzy from being head down across his lap. When she seemed steady on her feet, he stood, running his hands up her torso to catch the bra and pull it off over her head. Her full breasts bounced as they came free from the fabric, and she raised her arms to help. Tossing it to the side, he cupped her head in his hands and kissed her.
She responded immediately, her hands sliding along his arms to his shoulders and around to his back, pushing herself against him. Her lips parted, allowing him access to her mouth, and her tongue slid against his, fighting for control. But he needed to be in charge now.
With one hand, he gripped the hair at the base of her skull, tugging her head back further, stepping closer to control their interaction. His other hand slid down her back, gripped her ass, and pulled her pelvis into him. One leg slid between hers, and he ground her against his thigh, his cock rubbing against the soft skin of her belly. Her hands clutched at him, her nails digging into the skin of his back adding a biting edge to the pleasure of having her again.
He lifted her, turned, and dropped her down on the bed, following with her. He wanted to taste and devour every inch of her. Starting at her mouth again, he worked his way down her body. Her breath came out in little pants, and goosebumps skittered over her shoulders and chest when he scraped his teeth over her earlobe, kissing and nipping a path down her neck and over her collarbone. She moaned and arched into him when he got to her breasts, her nipples tight and hard against his palms and under his lips and tongue and teeth. He stayed there as long as he could stand it before moving down further, leaving a wet trail from her breasts, over her belly to the top of her mound. He planted wet, open mouth kisses along the edge of her trimmed, sandy-colored pubic hair.
The jersey chasers he’d screwed off and on over the last year or so had been waxed, so it was refreshing to see a woman who didn’t primp and polish herself to an unnatural extent in the pursuit of pleasing a guy. Who may or may not even give a fuck. Waxed was nice, but not something he cared all that much about. He was just happy to be approaching what he’d been dying to taste since he saw her again.
He ran his hands up her thighs, making room for himself between her legs, and settled down. He held her open, letting his breath fan over her swollen pink flesh. He could see her juices pooling in the opening of her pussy, and he couldn’t wait to get a taste. Would it be as good as he remembered?
Time to find out.
Hannah’s thighs tensed under his hands, and she let out a moan as he ran the flat of his tongue from her opening to her clit. The sound sent more blood rushing to his cock, which he wouldn’t have thought possible. He smiled, letting his eyes travel up the length of her, over her breasts, the dusky pink nipples pointing at the ceiling, to where her hand pressed against her mouth. He massaged her thighs. “Look at me, Hannah. Watch me taste you.”
He waited for her to prop herself on her elbows and look down at him, her hair mussed and tangled around her face, her eyelids heavy with desire. She had her teeth sunk into her lower lip as she waited for what he would do next. Leaning in, he licked her again, his pace unhurried, teasing, enjoying the taste and feel of her smooth, pink skin under his tongue again. Going down on her had always been one of his favorite things. That, and being inside her. Or her going down on him. Hell, anything that happened in the bedroom. Or wherever they could get enough privacy to bring out her wild side.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he whispered against her when she let her head fall back and stifled another moan. “Don’t hold back, baby. Let me hear what I do to you.”
Her head came back up, her eyes wide. “Your roommates are still home.”
He held back the chuckle that threatened to come out. “I doubt they can hear you. They’re probably fucking in their room. If they aren’t already, they will be once they hear those sexy moans coming from you.”
Pink washed over her cheeks and down her chest, nearly matching the color he’d turned her ass moments ago. Instead of talking more, he dove back in, no longer teasing, driving her higher, wanting her to come before he gave in to the overwhelming desire to get inside her. By the end of their summer together, she’d been able to come just from his cock inside her, but that had been a long time ago. Their bond had suffered a lot of damage because of the way he’d acted. He had no idea if she would come for him like that, and he wanted to makes sure she got off first.
He could tell she was still trying to hold back her sounds, but once he eased two fingers inside her and began thrusting, tapping
against the spot he knew would drive her wild, she couldn’t contain them anymore. She grew louder, her breathing faster. He stroked her belly and thigh with his free hand, his mouth fastened to her clit, the fingers of his other hand buried deep in her pussy while he watched her lose control. Her muscles twitched, tensing with the oncoming release, the walls of her pussy clamping on his fingers, and he sucked her clit between his lips, fluttering his tongue against it. She exploded, only his hand on her thigh and his arm bracing against her other leg kept her from clamping her legs around his head, her mouth open in a soundless scream. He slowed his onslaught, but didn’t stop until she fell back on the bed, limp, her arms flung out next to her head.
He kissed her mound and stroked over it with his hand. She twitched in response, and he climbed up over her, nuzzling her breasts and then the crook of her neck before kissing her again, pausing for a moment to roll on a condom. Settling himself between her open thighs, the length of his cock pressed against the heat of her pussy. She was scalding, and he couldn’t wait until she was wrapped around him.
Her hips lifted and pressed against him when he slid his cock along her slit, and he broke their kiss. Her eyelids fluttered open, still heavy and blissed out from her orgasm. “Ready?”
She sighed and licked her lips before nodding. Matt lined himself up and slid inside, fulling seating himself in one slow stroke. He couldn’t hold back the groan at the feel of her around him as he sunk into her wet heat. Holding himself still, he dropped his head to cover her mouth with his again, his tongue sliding against hers. She responded, wrapping her tongue around his, tasting him as much as he tasted her, slow and delicious. She arched against him and wrapped her legs around his hips, hooking her ankles behind his back. He began to move inside her, slow, mimicking their kiss, trying to make it last as long as he could. With each thrust forward, Hannah tightened her legs around him, rising up to meet him. When he picked up the pace, she broke the kiss, turning her head to the side, eyes closed, her breath coming in short, shallow pants. He continued kissing along the line of her jaw, over to the soft spot below her ear, scraping her earlobe with his teeth. She shivered in response.
“Oh God, Matt. You feel so good.”
He pulled back, a satisfied grin on his face. “You like that?” He punctuated the question with a thrust, and she gasped in response. “You like the feel of my cock inside you?” She squirmed at his words, and her muscles clamped down on him. “Are you going to come again? Are you going to come for me all over my cock?”
Her breath hitched at his dirty talk, and she bit her lip with her teeth, stifling a low moan. He bit her ear lightly once more, then braced himself on one arm so he could reach between them and circle his thumb over her clit. She was slick all over from him going down on her and the orgasm he’d already given her. God, he loved the feel of her under him, around him, the way she looked with her eyes closed, lost in the feelings he created for her. She’d always been so responsive to him. He never could get enough of this, and it hadn’t been like this with anyone before or since. She made him feel like a sex god, and he’d do anything to keep this thing with her going. Now that she was back, he’d be damned if he’d let her go again.
He pressed his thumb into her clit, rubbing firm circles in time with his slow thrusts. Hannah’s breath grew quicker, her legs around him tightened, and he picked up speed, knowing that he’d found the right spot. He held himself back, waiting for what seemed like forever, until with one hard thrust, she tipped over the edge, spasming around him, her legs clenching and shivering. Removing his hand from her clit, he grasped both of her hands, lacing their fingers together and pulling her hands above her head. His hips snapped faster, prolonging her orgasm while he let go of his restraint and chased his own.
“Look at me, Hannah. Open your eyes.” He barely recognized the sound of his own voice, little more than a growl now.
Her muscles were still spasming around his cock, but she managed to follow his order, her head lolling to center, her eyelids peeling back enough for her to peer out. Her green eyes were dark, the color of the forest after the rain, hazy and unfocused, the effects of her second orgasm—the effect he had on her—clear for him to see.
And that was enough to push him over the edge. He held her gaze as he finished, his muscles shaking around her, and her legs tightened around him once more, her fingers clutching his hands as tightly as he gripped hers, holding him close as he came.
This girl. She was it. He hadn’t realized it until now, but she’d completely ruined him for anyone else.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Matt’s body pressed her into the mattress. She’d let her legs fall away from his hips, but he’d collapsed halfway on top of her when he’d finished, his head resting against her shoulder, eyes closed. His breath came fast, and his heart raced where his chest pressed against hers. He’d let go of her hands before he collapsed, and he had his left arm wrapped around her, holding her to him like he didn’t mean to ever let go. He’d fallen off center enough that she didn’t have trouble breathing, and the feeling of him on top of her made her feel warm and safe.
After his breathing and heart rate slowed, he squeezed her against him once more before shifting back and up, one hand stroking down her torso, the other grasping himself while he withdrew from her.
He stood, wrapped the used condom in some tissues, and threw it away. Climbing back into bed, he pulled her around with her head on his chest and her leg across his torso. He exhaled and ran his hand up and down her back, from the nape of her neck to her ass and back again.
She snuggled in, this level of tenderness unexpected after the way things had started. With their emotions running high, she’d expected angry fucking. But the minute their skin touched, the dam broke on the old flood of emotions they’d had before, calling them forth from the past, bringing them all to the present. Now she lay here in Matt’s arms, his hand stroking up and down her back the same way he used to whenever he held her like this. She found herself caressing the bare skin of his torso like she used to as well, her fingers running over the dips and valleys created by his pale skin stretched taut over compact muscles. As comfortable as this felt, the muscle memory of them together taking over without conscious thought, her mind couldn’t quite catch up to what was happening. She needed to clarify this before they left the room. As far as she knew, they weren’t together. Sure, they’d been hanging out this week, but just at his house. She wasn’t his girlfriend.
She tilted her head up so she could look at Matt. With his face pointed at the ceiling and his other hand tucked behind his head, she could only see his jawline and the faint stubble growing there. She licked her lips, nervous to ask a question. But she had to ask. Otherwise she’d go crazy wondering. Matt had always been direct with her. That’s part of what made her nervous, though. What if she didn’t like his answer? Only one way to find out.
“What does this mean, Matt?” She hated the breathless sound of her voice when she asked the question. She wasn’t the uncertain, just-barely-eighteen-year-old she’d been when they were together before. She was older, wiser, more confident. But in the same way their bodies went back to their old patterns, so did her thoughts, and she sounded shy, uncertain, and worried. She didn’t know if she could survive him leaving without an explanation again. That’s why the question had to be asked. If he didn’t want this to go anywhere, she needed to know now, before she got in deeper, before she risked her heart again.
His head swiveled down, his blue eyes piercing, searching hers. “What does what mean?”
She pursed her lips at his deliberate obtuseness. “Don’t play dumb, Matt Schwartz. The jealousy, the spanking, the sex, all of it. What does it all mean? What do you want from me? From this?”
Pulling his arm out from under her head, he propped himself up on his elbow to look down at her. “What do you want it to mean?”
She poked him in the sternum, getting irritated with his evasiveness, and sat up, pulling the sh
eets around her, wanting to cover her nakedness. “Fine. Never mind. I guess your unwillingness to answer a basic question about the status of our relationship, or whatever the hell this is, is answer enough.” She started to move off the bed. “I’ll just go. Don’t bother calling. I’ll email you at work if I need anything work related, or you can email me, but don’t come around and check on me anymore. I’d rather not see you more than absolutely necessary if that’s okay.” The sheet tangled around her as she tried to get up, keeping her trapped on the bed. She yanked on it, needing the flimsy shield it provided while scrambling to get away.
Matt’s hands dropped on her bare shoulders, slipping around her torso and pulling her back against him, holding her against his chest until she stopped struggling.
Lying limp against him, she tried to steel herself against the way his arms around her made her feel. The sheet had slipped in the back so her bare skin pressed against his. But spending more time like this was dangerous to her mental and emotional health. She needed to view this as closure she’d never gotten and move on. “Let me go, Matt.” This time her voice came out steady and in control.
“Now why would I do that?” He placed a kiss on her neck. “I just found you again. Why would I want to let you go?”
Her breath caught in her chest, but she stamped down the uncontrollable welling up of hope, holding it at bay until she had a straight answer. “Don’t fuck with me, Matt. Either answer my question, or let me go and leave me alone.”
He sighed, his chest deflating behind her. His arms withdrew, no longer pinning her against him, and he ran his hands over her arms. “I told you before. I want a chance at us again. I don’t want you dating other guys. I want to spend every spare moment with you. If I got my way, you’d stay here tonight, and tomorrow, and maybe all the nights after that. I don’t want to let you go now that you’re mine again. But I will if you want me to. If you want me to leave you alone and not talk to you anymore, just say the word and I will.”
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