“Thanks, but no thanks.” His liquor license and me being an attorney means too much bad shit could happen that could ruin both our careers.
“Yeah, I hear you.” We move out of Johnny’s office, Crew and I heading one way and Johnny the other. We’ll probably end up at Twisted Oak, a favorite of all of ours. The only downfall is that Letty is at work, the wrong job, the one I won’t be able to see her at, and it won’t be till later this evening until I lay my eyes on her. A moment that can’t come soon enough.
17
LETTY
Time felt like it stood still today. No matter what I did, working harder and faster, the minutes on the clock seemed to stay at the same number for far too long. I’m sure it has something to do with the message I received earlier in the day from Matthew telling me he’s working from home today and will see me when my work day is over. The man who works more than any other person I know sure is changing his ways. At first, when I read the text, I thought no way. Then I pulled into the parking garage, going around each floor until I landed at the top, and saw with my own two eyes that Matthew’s SUV was exactly where it should be when he’s home.
I parked next to him, got out of my car, grabbed my bags, and even though this place has great security, I’m still keeping my wits about me. It’s been permanently ingrained into my head, so I’m not sure I’ll ever let it go. My thumb was scanned by the same biometric deal thing that has alwaysbeen in place, a feature that I now know is from Jude, the tech dude of Matthew’s friend group. The reinforced steel doors quickly opened up to the foyer of the penthouse.
What I didn’t expect is the man standing on the other side. Matthew is in a white polo and worn denim jeans, no shoes, his hands in his pockets and a look of insatiable hunger on his face. My core instantly dampens, and when my nipples pebble through the two layers of clothing, Matthew can see every sensation.
“Matthew.” The need in my voice carries through the space, and he’s on me in an instant. My bags drop to the ground, back meeting the now closed door, and he’s hoisting me up with one hand while his other cups the nape of my neck.
“Need you, kitten,” he mutters right before he takes my mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue gains entrance with the small moan I breathe out. If I ever thought I could take the lead, I’m sorely mistaken. He takes and I give, freely, enjoying every minute. His hand is squeezing the cheek of my ass so tightly and just the way I like it, that it has me rubbing my core along his jeans-covered cock.
“I want you, please, all of you.” I pull away for a moment, needing to get this out. Every day we're together, we explore more of each other, and when I ask for myself, Matthew somehow slows us down. While he’s usually in control, my goal tonight is going to be trying to break this man to finally use more than his mouth and hands. I want his cock buried deep inside me, no matter the pain I know it will bring. It’ll be worth it to finally have Matthew in the best way possible.
“You’re sure?” His thighs and my legs wrapped around his waist are the only reason I’m able to stay where I am.
“I’m positive. Take me to bed and stop worrying.” My words must finally ring some truth to his ears. He lets out a groan, and then we’re moving. He’s marching through the house at a fast pace, not stopping until we’re in the bedroom and my back is flat on the mattress.
“Fuck, I love how my kitten looks lying in bed. It’d be even better if you were naked.” He stands between my spread legs, ripping his shirt over his head before he attacks the buttons on his jeans. His hard cock comes out, precum beading at the tip, and my tongue slides along my lower lip, remembering the taste of him in my mouth.
“I can make that happen.” I sit up, hands going to the edge of my shirt, lifting it up and over, before flicking the clasp at my back, allowing it to drop. Matthew can’t help himself anymore. I’m on my back, his hands are cupping my breasts, and he's kissing me with a rush of excitement. I don’t know how I’m going to survive this without begging for more.
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn beautiful. I don’t even know where to begin,” he says against my lips. My feet are planted in the mattress. How my shoes managed to be lost in the haste to get here, I have no idea. I’m thankful, nevertheless. I arch my hips, trying to feel more of him.
“Anywhere, please, Matthew,” I beg.
“That’s not what you call me in the bedroom, kitten, and you know it.” His voice drops, gets deeper in baritone, demanding what we both crave.
“Please, Daddy.” I moisten my lips, getting a rise out ofhim, and he lowers himself on my body, his mouth dragging along my fevered skin. Hot and cold burns inside of me—goose bumps on the outside, a surge of warmth on the inside.
“That’s fucking right,” he responds just as he pulls one nipple into his mouth, sucking the tip before biting it, then licking the slight pain away. Meanwhile, my hands work between us. The shorts I wore today are the athletic type that you pull on and have built-in underwear. I somehow manage to maneuver them off while simultaneously not losing my mind when Matthew’s firm grip slides down my sides, cupping my ass and lifting up as he moves down the length of my body.
“Oh fuck.” I throw my head back, eyes closing in rapture as he buries his face between my spread legs.
“One day, kitten. Once you’re adjusted to me, you’re going to get on your hands and knees without wearing a stitch of clothing and crawl toward your daddy.” His mouth has always been dirty, but this is more, and the way wetness drips from my core, it’s clear that I more than like the idea. “Fuck, you like that. Why the hell did I ever think I could resist you?”
My eyes close, my body quivers with desire, and when he slides his tongue inside my wet center, I swear I’m about to fall apart. He must sense it, too, because he backs away, moves to his haunches, and fists his cock.
“Why did you?” I don’t have much room to talk. I was busy hiding from him, too. A fat lot of good that did.
“Thought you were too young, too innocent, and wouldn’t like my way of what we have here, your sweetdaddy’s, me calling you kitten. Clearly, I was fucking wrong.” He rubs the head of his cock along my slit. “Are you sure you want this, kitten?” I nod in response.
“Words, Letty. I need the words coming from your lips.” I give him what he wants. I also show him by wiggling my hips, feeling the thick mushroom-shaped tip slip inside, and wince in pain.
“I want you. I want this. I want us.” Matthew holds still, breathing through what I can only assume is to hold himself back.
“Fuck, kitten, should have asked this before.” My body locks up as worry takes hold, and I wonder what he could be questioning with both of us naked and me more than willing to have him inside me. “I’m inside you,” Matthew breathes heavily. “Bare. Do I need to pull out and grab a rubber?”
“Oh.” My mind went in a completely different direction. It makes sense, though, because while we’ve talked about some stuff, this we haven’t. “I’m covered, at least for a little while longer. Then I’ll have to see a doctor.” I try not to go into detail, but before my life went to hell in a handbasket, Mom suggested that I protect myself just in case, and I never thought I’d be thankful for that awkward conversation until now.
“As long as you’re sure.” He may be saying one thing, but his body is doing another. He drops to his forearms, hands going to the side of my head, holding me in his arms while entering me in short, shallow thrusts.
“I’m positive,” I say on an almost moan. We’ve done everything a couple can do in the form of sex besides what we’re doing right now. Matthew has stretched me, and whileI’ve listened to enough audiobooks to expect what’s coming, I also know that sometimes, the pain can be glazed over, too.
