Chapter 6
Sienna
“Should’ve done this sooner.” Matt’s hand slides down to my ass, his fingers digging into my skin through my dress. “Been thinking about kissing you ever since I left your shop yesterday.”
Lifting me up onto the island, he shoves my dress up and steps between my thighs. Leaning in, he presses open mouth kisses along my collarbone. Unable to hold still, I run my hands up his arms, feeling every hard inch of muscle. “Good thing you didn’t.” My words come out in little pants of desperation and need. Pulling my ass to the edge of the counter, he wraps my legs around his waist, and presses his body into mine. His erection grinds against my core, causing every cell of my body to heat. “I’m pretty sure the health department frowns upon dry humping on the display case.”
“I’ll have to be sure and control myself when I come in there, won’t I?” he jokes as he rocks himself into me again.
“Yeah,” I moan shamelessly. “Or I could always deliver.”
“I like the sound of that.”
“Yeah,” I agree. “I thought you might.”
“Sienna,” Matt says, all traces of humor gone from his voice. “I need to know you want this as much as I do. The last thing I want is you thinking I took you out tonight for a quick fuck.”
The tension that has been buzzing between us all night is now off the charts. I can’t deny it, even if I wanted to. The sensation of his calloused fingers rushing over my overheated skin, mixed with his mouth on me, has me teetering on the very edge of orgasm, along with my sanity.
I want.
I need.
Fuck… I ache.
“Matt,” I whisper, mustering all the confidence I have. Grinning wickedly, I slip from the counter. Running my fingers along the buckle of his belt, I begin working it loose before pulling it free of the loops and tossing it to the floor behind him. Keeping my eyes locked on his, I pop the button free and tug down the zipper on his jeans. “You really should shut up now.” Dropping to my knees, I tug his jeans down his thick thighs, freeing his cock from his boxers. Looking up at him through my lashes, I lick my lips; my stomach flipping when I see him watching me intently, his eyes darkening.
Wrapping my fingers around the base, I stroke him slowly, taking the time to brush my thumb over the head each time. His sharp intake of breath, followed by the low guttural growl that vibrates from deep within his chest, has me pressing my thighs together. With a teasing circle of my tongue to the tip of his cock, I take him into my mouth. Continuing to stroke him as I tease him with my mouth, my other hand runs along his hipbone before disappearing beneath the hem of his shirt to run my fingers over his abdomen.
He whispers my name, the sound so unbelievably sexy. My eyes flutter close, absorbing every sensation while my clit throbs, begging for attention. I could easily slip my hand into my panties and come undone right here on my knees while he watches. The thought makes me moan. “I want your eyes, Sienna,” he growls, sliding his hands into my hair. “Look at me while you suck my cock.”
Oh God. As if this man could be any hotter. His filthy command has my stomach doing this excited little flip that I hadn’t expected. Excitement and a rush of adrenaline coarse through my veins, making me feel jittery, almost dizzy. It is addictive. Electrifying. I want to chase it, dive in head first and experience the high, without fear of the consequences. Without fear of drowning in the intensity, even if for only tonight.
My eyes snap up to meet his immediately, my stomach flipping again when I see the fire burning there. “That’s it, baby,” he groans, fisting my hair and rolling his hips. “Take me deep.”
Every sound he makes only makes me greedy for another. I want to take him over the edge, to pull the pleasure from his body right here, right now.
Matt’s thighs tense, his ass clenching as he begins thrusting into my mouth. I stop moving, giving him control. He growls; this one loud and filled with hunger. The animalistic sound hits me straight between my legs. “Fuck. Not coming in your mouth, Sienna. Want my cock buried in that sweet cunt. Can’t wait to lose myself in that tight fucking body, baby.”
Oh God.
Pulling back, I lick up the underside of his length like a popsicle, smiling to myself when he hisses through his teeth. With a final swirl of my tongue to the head, I sit back on my heels. “I can’t concentrate with you saying things like that.”
“Fuckin’ great,” he says, yanking me to my feet. “Lose the dress.”
Grabbing the fabric at my waist, I begin bunching it up in my hands. Tugging my dress over my head, I let it fall to the floor, leaving me in my black strapless bra and thong.
“Keep going.” My heart thumps wildly, as if it will beat out of my chest. Doing as he says, I reach behind me and flick the clasp. My bra falls from my body, landing on the floor between us. Reaching out, he runs the tip of his index finger along my hipbone, brushing the edge of my panties. “These too.”
Keeping my eyes on his, I push them over my hips and, with a little shimmy, they fall to the floor. Unmoving, Matt stares at me for a beat, his eyes hooded as they slowly rake up and down my body. I shift from foot to foot, uneasily. It feels like I am on fire, like I will combust before he even touches me.
Then he charges. Fucking charges me.
His mouth takes mine in a kiss so intense, so brutally passionate, that I know my lips will feel the delicious sting long after it is over. Lifting me off my feet, Matt places me back on top of the kitchen island. “Your turn,” I murmur into his mouth, tugging his t-shirt up his body. I want to feel him, every inch. “I need this gone.”
Pulling back, he rips it over his head and tosses it before shedding his shoes and the rest of his clothes. I can’t help hungrily eating up every inch of hot and hard naked male in front of me. I want to trace every tattoo on his chest, every muscle and line of his body with my tongue. Grabbing my knees, he spreads my legs wide before sliding his hands up my inner thighs. “Fucking beautiful.” Bending down, he presses a kiss right above my clit. I moan, my body arching up for more of his mouth. “That’s it, baby,” he says, smiling against my skin. “Let me hear you.”
Digging his fingers into my ass, Matt pulls me to the edge of the counter and his waiting mouth. His lips and tongue go to work on my clit, kissing, licking, sucking, fucking driving me out of my mind. His name leaves my lips on a strangled cry,m each time more desperate than the last. I want to yank my fingers through his hair, hold him to me so that he never stops.
Adjusting his hold on me, he thrusts two fingers inside my pussy, pumping them in perfect time as he works me over with his wicked mouth. “Ah, fuck!” I cry, my body beginning to shake. “I’m close. Oh God. So close.”
“Mmm,” he hums, sucking my clit between his lips. His teeth nip me just as his fingers hit that sweet spot inside me and I detonate.
Throwing my head back, I collapse back to the counter, sending everything around me crashing to the floor, as I desperately fumble with both hands to get a hold on Matt. My fingers dive into his hair, yanking at the strands as my hips buck wildly. I pant and whimper his name, telling him how good it feels, how good he feels, while he devours me until I am a breathless, whimpering mess.
“Breathe, Sienna,” he tells me, hoisting me into his arms. “We’re not done yet.” Unable to form any sort of response, I wind my arms around his neck, resting my head on his shoulder as he carries me through the house and up the stairs to my bedroom.
Settling me on the bed, Matt follows me down. He takes his time, kissing his way up my body, stopping to repeat any movement that causes me to moan. Slowly, he circles each one of my nipples before sucking them into stiff peaks. I writhe shamelessly against his body, seeking more of his hands. More of his mouth.
“You want my cock, baby?” he breathes, brushing his lips over my collarbone.
“Yes,” I reply without hesitation.
“Mmm,” he moans, sounding satisfied. I hear the tell-tale crinkling of a condom wrapper. His body shifts above me, before settling between my thighs. “Yeah, you want my cock,” he says, teasing my clit with the now sheathed tip. “You want me buried deep inside this sweet fucking cunt.”
My response is ripped from my chest in the form of a pleasure filled scream when Matt slams into me. Crushing his mouth down on mine, he drives into me again and again. The punishing rhythm sends jolts of pleasure throughout my entire body. His animalistic grunts, mixed with the sounds of our bodies slapping together, echo off the walls of my bedroom.
Breaking our kiss, I throw my head back, letting the sensations crash into me like a wave. “Fuck,” Matt barks, ripping his lips from mine. “Feels so good, babe. Perfect fucking pussy, gripping me like a fist,” he groans, burying his face in my neck and slowing his hips. “So goddamn sweet.”
“Matt,” I moan, digging my nails into his ass, urging him for more. I’m close. So close that I can taste the climax clawing at my throat. Rocking my hips, I match Matt thrust for delicious thrust, chasing my orgasm like I need it to breathe.
“Let go for me, Sienna,” Matt purrs into my ear. His words are like gasoline on my already raging fire. And, when his fingers find my clit, I shatter. “Fucking beautiful.” His lips find mine, swallowing my pleasure as he finds his own release.
Pinning my hands above my head, he laces our fingers, kissing me so deeply my damn toes curl. Slow, almost lazy kisses, that are so incredibly sweet I am left breathless.
At some point, Matt’s body leaves mine, as he climbs from the bed, giving me the first view of his very biteable ass, that is now peppered with my nail marks. My eyes lock on him, watching every delicious flex of muscle as he strides around the bed and out of my room. Letting out a sigh, I close my eyes and roll toward the edge of the bed, knowing that I should get up and say goodbye, since he has undoubtedly gone in search of his clothes.
Moments later, I feel the bed dip again as those unmistakable strong arms wrap around me. Settling himself against my pillows, Matt pulls me into his chest, burying his nose in my hair as he breathes me in. “House is locked up tight.” The tips of his fingers run up and down my hip, his touch feather light. Back and forth. Back and forth, like ocean waves. Though I should probably pull away, I don’t. Instead, I nuzzle closer and press my cheek to his chest, enjoying the steady rise and fall of his breathing, while finding comfort in the way he holds me as I drift.