“What about you?” I ask. He has to be close to bursting, and to be honest, it’s only fair. He got to see me come, now it’s my turn to watch him.
“What about me?” Matthew slides upward, and I’m now on his chest. I wiggle only to realize I’m leaving a trail of wetness on him. “Fuck, that’s hot.” His nostrils flare, and my hands move from his thighs until they’re lying on my own.
“Will you let me take care of you?” I question, trying to shift the focus back to him.
“Yeah, but the only way that’s going to happen is if you come for me again, too.” He arches an eyebrow, and I must give him a confused look. “Not taking you yet. You’ll ride me, the lips of your pussy surrounding my cock as you rock these sweet hips and get yourself off while doing the same for me.”
“Oh, yes. Please, can we do that now?” I’m given a nod, a quick lick of his lips, and I feel him shove his jeans down. I lift my hips to help him, and the moment Matthew’s cock is free, he’s helping me move.
“There’s no fucking way I’m going to last long.” His length lies thick, heavy, and stiff along his abdomen.
“I sure didn’t, so it’s only fair.” My hands go to his chest,lining myself up to drag my center along the underside of his cock. Once again, I’m unprepared for what he does to my body. His big hands cup my breasts, thumbs gliding over my nipples, watching as they tighten, and then he pinches them. He guides me in sliding back and forth, swiveling my hips when his tip hits my clit. His precum leaks at a furious pace.
“Jesus, I’m surrounded by nothing but sheer beauty. You’re soaking my dick, kitten. You’re close already, aren’t you?” He pulls on my nipples, delivering a delicious bite, and my nails claw at his skin. It doesn’t seem to hurt him, not with the way he groans. If anything, it spurs him on. He pulls back as I move forward, the two of us working in tandem. I keep my eyes on his face, though he doesn’t do the same. I swear they’re bouncing from my eyes to my breasts to my pussy. The realization that while he’s the demanding alpha male type, little ol’ me can bring him this much pleasure feels euphoric.
“I’m close.” This orgasm builds slower for me, but it’s no less amazing, and while we’re both chasing our mutual satisfaction, I can see Matthew’s jaw lock, his movements getting more sporadic. I’m tempted to let him come and sit this one out, but then I remember his words.
“Fuck, me too.” He grunts between each push and pull. I let the feeling take ahold of me. Two orgasms in a matter of minutes are more than what I’m used to. After this, all I’ll want to do is shower and sleep for an eternity.
“Feels so damn good,” I reply, feeling a vibration between my legs. When I look at Matthew’s body beneath me, I see the reason. Each spurt triggers my own orgasm, and unfortunately, as much as I want to watch the entire show, my eyesclose. It’s not until both of us have come and our breathing calms that I do the most daring thing I’ve ever done.
“I want a taste.” I slide my finger through some of the mess he made on his firm stomach and bring it to my lips. When I suck the digit, his flavor hits my tongue, salty with a bit of tang.
“Fuck me, my kitten is going to make me hard again.” Matthew’s voice has a sharp edge to it, and it’s then I realize sleep might not happen at all tonight.
14
LETTY
Ihave the Monday blues, terribly, more than my usual dose, too. It’s probably due to the man walking beside me. Never in my life could I imagine being so content, blissfully tired, completely taken care of, and sleeping deeper than I have since Mom was alive.
I’m also dragging ass and still have to stop at my apartment, change into work clothes, head to Ophelia’s, and then get a start on my day. The good news is, I have a full belly from the breakfast I whipped up for us. Matthew made coffee, while I handled the eggs, sausage, and biscuits. I suppose if there were more time, I would have made the biscuits from scratch. There’s nothing better than fluffy layered dough with butter melted in between each layer.
Now, I’m in a borrowed shirt and boxer briefs, feeling like I’m on the walk of shame that most girls my age do while in college. Except, well, I’ll be going to work and seeing if I can pick up an extra day for the next month orso to make up for the added expense from yesterday. I’m still not thrilled with how that all went down, but I’m going to put it in the back of my mind and look toward the future instead.
“You’re deep in thought,” Matthew says with his hand in mine. He told me to leave the clothes I wore yesterday at his place, and he’d wash them with his clothes. I laughed because chances are it would be me who does the laundry. He shrugged his shoulders, more or less agreeing with me. At least this way, it’ll help out when I do my chores at the apartment.
“Mornings aren’t my favorite.” I’ve been quiet since I woke up. It’s my usual, I’m not very conversation-worthy till about mid-morning. Matthew might have misjudged being around me when waking up.
“Yeah, kitten, I can tell, but you’re quieter now than you were earlier. Are you having any regrets?” I stop midstride, he does the same, and while we’re in the middle of the parking garage, at least nobody else is here, specifically his friend who lives on the other side of the building. In fact, I don’t see any other vehicles besides ours.
“Matthew, look at me.” He’s at war with himself. We haven’t really touched on the topic of our age difference and my lack of sexual experience. Which is slowly diminishing with as much as we’ve done without, you know, his whole penis inside of me, at least. There’s been plenty of other stuff, though, and riding his face and his cock, well, it's kind of up there as top tier.
This morning was a million times better, at least for me. Matthew kissed me awake, starting at my neck, pulling myshirt, well, really his shirt out of the way, then sliding down the length of my body, where he proceeded to have me for breakfast. Those were his words, and when I once again tried to return the favor, the blaring of the alarm alerted us that time was of the essence. Truthfully, I think Matthew’s scared of what I’ll be capable of once my mouth is on his cock.
“I’m looking, Letty, believe me. I can’t stop looking.” The hunger in his tone is palpable.
“Well, the same goes for you. But back to the matter at hand, absolutely nothing that we’ve will I ever regret. I’m a terrible morning person, and I’d have much rather called in and stayed in bed with you all day. Sadly, you have court, I have a job, that bad time off is a minimum, and I need to replenish what I spent yesterday.” I press my finger to his lips, quieting him without words. “No, don’t offer. I won’t take it. You’ve been there for me in a time of need when I wouldn’t have had anybody. You have done so much in the short amount of time we’ve been together, more than anyone else ever has.” Sure, I’ve been working for Ophelia for a while now, and we’ve both kind of danced around each other, one or the other, lightly flirty, sharing coy glances and the like. This has been way more. This feels a lot likelove.
“I won’t offer this time. My help is there, whenever or wherever you need it, monetary or not. I’m really fucking glad you’re not having any regrets.” His hand slides up the outer edge of my arm until it’s at my neck. His thumb is probably supposed to soothe my rapidly beating heart rate but does the exact opposite. “Come on, kitten. If you don’t get out of here, we won’t make it to work.”
“Alright,” I reply as he drops a quick kiss to my lips, and damn him for being right.
We finish walking toward my car. Matthew has my keys, and he unlocks it once we’re near, moving to the door to open it for me. I toss my bag in the passenger seat, slide in the driver’s side, and Matthew hands me the keys.
“There. You won’t have to put the code in anymore.” He ducks his head, puts a remote that’s similar to a garage door opener on my visor, and then proceeds to make out with me until we’re both breathless. My hands end up in his hair, and his end up on my body.
My day goes from good to better. The houses on my schedule today aren’t of the deep clean variety. Each of them has me in and out within the allotted time, making my life easier. It also helped that this morning, when Matthew and I finally parted ways, I didn’t hit any traffic, got to the apartment only to snag upfront parking, hoofed it up the stairs, and changed in record time. Mischa and Liv were still in their bedrooms. I gave them a quick hello through their closed doors, and then I left. I’d texted them last night, giving them the heads-up that I wouldn’t be home. The text messages went crazy for a period of time and only settled after I sent back the Cliff Notes version.
