Chapter Nine
Matty Boy
I take the steps up to her room two at a time, my dick pinched painfully between my belly and my tight ass jeans, and it’s killing me. I don’t give two shits if she knows what I’m coming up here to do. It’s either I jerk off or fuck her for relief.
I unbutton my shirt and tug it off, then push my pants down my legs, freeing my cock. I take it in my hand, giving it a few pumps before leaning in to turn the shower on. Stepping in, I let the warm water rush over my body as I brace myself against the wall with one hand and continue stroking my cock with the other. The smell of her body wash fills the air and I close my eyes, imagining it’s her small hand around my dick, jerking me off. I can’t remember the last time I’ve been this hard or wound up this much, and I know it’s all because of the tight little blonde downstairs and the wicked way her eyes eat me alive when she thinks I’m not looking.
“Oh shit, that’s good,” I groan out as I feel my balls tighten up. I haven’t gone this fast since I was a thirteen-year-old jerking off to my neighbor’s Victoria’s Secret catalogs I would steal from her mailbox. “Shit,” I grit out between clenched teeth. “Fuck!” I yell as I come harder than I’ve ever come before, shooting cum all over the wall in front of me. I’m breathing heavy and I lay my hot forehead against the cold tile of her shower. Collecting myself enough to clean up my mess and bathe, I stand for a second and hear moans coming from the other side of the bathroom door. Soft moans, the moans of a woman being pleased.
I leave the shower running and step out, taking the towel from the rack beside the shower stall. Wrapping it around my waist, I step over and look through the cracked bathroom door, straight to Tessa’s bed where she lays with her legs spread and her hand between them. The slight hum of a vibrator surrounds her as she holds a small silver bullet to her clit and pumps two fingers in and out of herself. The sight of her pleasing herself to the sounds of me getting myself off to her has me growing hard again.
I drop the towel from my hips, dragging it with me as I step through the door and cross the room, dick in hand. This little vixen has a hidden talent of sexual proclivity and I think she’s fucking perfect. She has her head thrown back and her eyes closed, her mouth forming an O shape. She breaks out in chills as her moans grow deeper with her pending climax. My fingers itch to lean in and help, but letting her do it alone for my viewing pleasure could not be more perfect. I stroke my shaft, taking in her lean legs and soft round hips. The lips of her pussy are bare, slick, and the most lickable shade of flushed pink with her arousal. They have my mouth watering.
I feel as my dick plumbs big and hard in my hand, and then she delivers the coup de grâce. She breathlessly moans my name, right as she drives her fingers hard up into herself. I quietly moan, not wanting to interrupt the moment. The flood of want and need hits me right in the balls, and I can see I’m going to go off just as fast this time as I did in the shower. I mentally beg her to say my name again. Say it again, damn it.
She draws her knees up to her chest, giving herself a better angle, and my name leaves those lips I want around my dick. Murmuring my name again, her body jerks and she lets out a scream as I catch my cum in the towel. “Shit,” I say out loud, making her jump to a sitting position with a deer in headlights look on her shocked face.
I fall, like a chopped down tree, to the bed beside her, spent. I snake my arm around her waist to haul her half-naked body into mine. “Damn, baby, that was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Thank you.”
She avoids looking me in the eye, letting out a little groan. “What’s wrong?” I ask her as I tangle my legs with hers.
“You weren’t supposed to see that,” she says, looking away from me, her face rosy from orgasm and embarrassment.
I prop myself up on my elbow, using my free hand to direct her face back to mine. “Tessa, that was hot. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”
“Yes, there is.” A tear glides across her temple.
I lean in, licking it away. “No, there’s not. You’re beautiful, and you have a rocking body. And I was just in your shower jerking off to the thoughts of what your mouth would feel like wrapped around my cock as I fucked your face. Just now, I got off to you getting yourself off, calling my name. There’s nothing wrong with being sexual. I am, and you most definitely are.”
Doubt clouds her eyes. “You don’t think I’m a freak?”
“No, but if you are, I sure as fuck am.” I smile, leaning in to kiss her plump lips. “But I would love for you to turn off that bullet now, because if you don’t, I will not be held responsible for what happens to you. It feels pretty damn good vibrating my sac.”
She laughs. Pushing me off her, she reaches for the remote and clicks off the devilish little device. I take it from her hand, holding it up to look it over. “Don’t ever run out of batteries. You’ll be doing that for me often.” She snatches it from me and tucks it back into her nightstand.
“Just leave your twenty there on the nightstand. That was a one-time peep show,” she says over her shoulder as she runs for the bathroom, slamming and locking the door before I can get there. Little does the small woman know, I can get in that room if I really wanted to destroy her door.
I rush from the door, back over to her bedside table to retrieve her silver bullet and cross back over to the door. Turning the vibe on, I hold it to the door and the sound vibrates through the large piece of wood. “I’ll be waiting for you, playing with your bullet,” I yell through the door to her.
“You better leave her alone,” she yells back.
“Oh shit, it’s a girl. Even better.” I make a show of it, running the vibrator up and down the door, making all kinds of noise, hoping it will make her come out of hiding. But she doesn’t. Going back over to the bed and falling back into it, I run it through my fingers and the faint scent of her arousal drifts through the air.
I won’t steal the memory of her scent from the toy she’s just had between her legs, but I will wait until I have my face buried between her legs, making her come in my mouth as she screams my name, licking her and lapping up all her juices.
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Tessa
I slump my body down on the seat in the shower. I burn from embarrassment and my body hums from my orgasm. I’m pissed I didn’t take the time to appreciate Matthew's body. Both his arms are covered in tattoos from shoulders to wrists, but not his hands or neck. I saw one of an anchor on his calf. His body is a work of art, from the ink to his muscles, and he had pleased himself watching me. He thinks I’m beautiful, and that my body is hot.
A knock at the door brings me to my senses. “Tessa, baby, you okay in there?” His deep voice comes through the door, calling me baby.
“Ye—Yes. I’ll be out in a few minutes.” I stand on shaky legs and finish my shower because my day hasn’t even started. I’m going to meet his ‘family’ today, and that scares me more than the attention Matthew is lavishing on me. I’ve known the man all of eighteen hours at the most, and now he’s taking me home.
When I exit my bathroom, I find I’m alone. I look at my bed where I had left him and wished he had waited for me. But I’m glad he didn’t because I know what I would’ve let him do to me, and I’m more than sure it would be worth all the worry that would follow.
I dress in cutoff jean shorts and a tank top with a pair of flip flops, even though I need to paint my toe nails. It’s June in the Carolina Mountains, and you never know how the humidity is going to be.
I descend the stairs and see Matthew lying on the couch, remote in hand, watching some sports program on the flat screen. I come up behind him and lean over. “Hey you.” I smile before leaning down to give him a quick peck on his lips. He has an easiness about him that makes me feel unbelievably comfortable being around him.
He tangles his fingers in my hair, holding me to him, and tongue fucks the hell out of my mouth before letting me go. “Hey you back.” He smiles up at me. I stand and he jumps to his feet, following me into the kitchen so I can check on the beans in the crockpot.
I stir them and turn to him. “Almost perfect.” I set the spoon down. “What time do we have to be there?”
He walks to me, pinching my shirt at my hips in his fingers. “In about thirty minutes, so that gives us enough time for…you know, if you want?” He wiggles his eyebrows at me.
I lay my hand on his chest. “Not today, big boy. You’ve seen all of me you’re going to see for now.” I have to take control of this situation before I let it get out of hand, and the way it’s heading, it would get there quick, hard, and fast. He pouts like a scolded child and I laugh at him.
We load the car and I’m thankful my mother had bought me the crockpot with the locking lid, or I would have suggested we take my car instead of his. All I need to polish off the embarrassments of the morning is to have my beans spill out all over the expensive tan interior of his Mercedes.
“You really don’t need to wrap it in that many plastic bags, Tessa,” he had told me when we were getting ready to leave and I was putting the tenth bag around the pot.
“Yes, I do, Matthew. If this spills in your car…oh God, I don’t even want to think about it,” I had told him.
He takes my hand as we drive through the small town and then out, where he takes a left up a rural two-lane road. “Going home first to change. Had these clothes on for a while,” he tells me as he lifts my hand to kiss my fingers. His kind gestures and warm eyes make my past melt away.
There’s no seam between us—we meld. Our humor, our desires, and the ease with which we’ve fallen into each other. There’s no way in hell things could ever be this perfect this fast. Is there?
“Stop,” he growls.
I sit up, startled. “Stop what?” I ask innocently, wondering if he can read my thoughts.
He holds our hands up, studying where they’re joined. “Do you remember when you were a kid? Barefoot in the grass, in the back yard of your parents’ house? And you would hold your arms out to your sides and spin around really, really fast?” He pauses, looking over at me.
“All kids do that, Matthew,” I respond, unsure of where he’s taking this conversation.
“But do you remember the feeling? The world around you blurred and in that moment, in that spinning circle, you couldn’t ever remember being as happy as you were right then?” He sounds so honest, and I know what he’s talking about—the joy of abandon, not having a care in the world. “I’ve only had that feeling once in my adult life until now, until you. That’s us, spinning around so fast the world around us is blurring, and it feels amazing, Tessa.” I feel tears burn the backs of my eyes, but I say nothing, letting him continue. “You don’t strike me as a woman who’s been happy for a long time. Let us have this.”
“This? What is this?” I ask, knowing exactly what I want him to say.
“Our lives, spinning together, while the chaos around us blurs.”
I sit in silence, letting his words wrap around me like I want his arms to. I want to lose myself in him, hide away from the chaos that is my life. I squeeze his hand, letting him know I understand the meaning of what he’s just told me. And somehow, the acknowledgment of my hand in his has me agreeing to what he wants from us. Because I’m beginning to think I want it too.
Fools rush in and all.
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Matty
The woman is turning me into a pathetic idiot. What the fuck was that shit I was spouting in the car about spinning the fuck around? I’ve lost my fucking mind. But it’s true. I feel dizzy when I’m with her, like I’m high, and it’s addicting as hell.
After a short stop at my house and a quick change of vehicles from the Mercedes to my Ford F-250 truck, we’re finally on our way to the clubhouse. She hasn’t said much since my speech in the car earlier. I reach over, taking her hand and drag her across the bench seat of my truck so she’s sitting right next to me. I sling my arm over the back of the seat behind her, hoping to coax her into my side.
“You’re quiet,” I say to her when she doesn’t take the bait I’m throwing out. I’m unable to handle the silence between us. I asked her to do something and she hadn’t answered me, but turned inward, and has been deep in thought since. “Look, about this morning—” I start, afraid I’d gone too far intruding on her vibe session.
“No, don’t. I enjoyed it,” she admits, surprising me.
“You didn’t seem like you did at the time. To tell the truth, you acted a little pissed from what I remember.”
“I wasn’t.”
“Really?” I look at her.
Her cheeks are rosy, and she has a small smile on her lips. “Yes, really.”
“Tell me how you enjoyed it?” I ask wanting to hear the dirty details of what she’d been thinking about while she listened to me get myself off.
“You saw how I enjoyed it.” She bumps her shoulder into my side.
“I did see it, but I want to know what you were thinking too.” God, what the fuck am I doing? Trying to get her to go into details of the dirty shit she thinks about while finger fucking herself?
“Matthew.” Her saying my full name in her embarrassed tone is only adding fuel to the already hardening dick flames. “Why would I do that? I’ve already embarrassed myself enough this morning.”
“Because I want to hear what dirty little thoughts you think so I know what you like.” Good God, I might as well take my gun out of the glove box and shoot myself in the head.
She clears her throat. “I’m not sure I’m comfortable telling you that.” She’s trying her best to skirt the topic, and I should let her, but for some reason I’m enjoying inflicting myself with the worst case of blue balls known to man. I let my arm fall off the back of the seat and onto her shoulders, pulling her tight into my side.
“The feel of your dick in my hand, and then the sound of you getting yourself off made me so wet, I felt like I was going to explode,” she blurts out, surprising the shit out of me.
“Damn, baby.” I shift in my seat, trying to adjust my dick without having to take my arm from around her. I can see she has a wild streak running through her, and it’s going to be fun to find it and pull it from her.
“See, it’s stupid and juvenile,” she says, lifting her hands and letting them fall with a loud smack on her thighs. “I don’t know how to talk like that.”
“Not at all is any part of that stupid, much less juvenile, baby. Every bit of it made my dick so hard, I’m gonna have to jerk off at the clubhouse,” I admit, making her giggle.
“Really?” She smiles at my approval. She hesitantly lays her hand on my thigh, working her fingers back and forth. “What did you think about?” Fuck me, this woman is going to kill me, right after I kill myself of course for starting this shit.
I clear my throat and adjust myself in my seat again. “How good your mouth, your hand, and your pussy would feel around my cock while I’m fucking them. The way your breath would catch when I teased your skin with my lips. And the way you’d sound when you say my name, but I imagined you screaming it in the middle of the best fucking orgasm you’ve ever been given.” I glance over to her and watch her press her knees together and smile feeling a whole lot better knowing she’s going through the same torture as me. I’ve turned her on, and now I’m going to leave her wanting me, like I’m wanting her. I take my arm from behind her and glide my fingertips over the bare skin of her thighs, watching as it goose fleshes under my touch.
The sexual tension between is a living, breathing thing now. What had started as a spark yesterday has grown into me needing this woman more than I need my next breath, and it seems it’s the same way for her. Well, I hope it is.
The musky smell of sex lingers in the air, so I push on. “I bet if I were to unzip those fantastic ass shorts you’re wearing,” I say as I slide my hand up to the apex of her thighs and lightly tap her zipper. She gasps at the sensation the slight pressure puts on her. Then I push my hand down, cupping her pussy through them, rocking my fingers back and forth against her. She wraps her small hand around my wrist, but she doesn’t protest. “And dip my finger into your pussy, I would find you so wet.” Her eyes roll back in her head as it falls back against the seat.
“Matthew,” she moans as I continue to work her. She starts to rock her hips against the motion of my fingers. “Oh God.” Her movements are becoming more frantic with each pass of my fingertips. “Matthew, you’re going to make me come,” she pants, never stopping her hips from moving.
“That’s the point, baby. You feel that? The tingles spreading through your pussy? Let go, Tessa. Come on my hand,” I whisper to her, just as her body goes rigid, stiffening in the seat beside me.
“Oh God, oh God, it’s so good.” She screams as she comes undone. I go to remove my hand, but she stops me. “No, leave it,” she asks breathlessly as she comes down from the high. “Is what we’re doing wrong?” she asks after a few minutes.
“What do you mean, is it wrong?” I give my fingers one more flip against her, making her body jerk again, her pussy still sensitive.
“This?” She gestures at my hand between her legs.
I can see how something like this would seem wrong to a girl like Tessa, but to me, everything about this feels as right as rain. “Does it feel wrong?”
“No.” She rolls her head to the side to look at me. “It feels good.”
“Then why even ask the question?” She finally let’s go of my wrist and I withdraw my hand from between her legs, resisting the urge to lift it to my nose and smell her.
She finally lifts her head from the seat to look over at me and shrugs her shoulders. “I don’t know. I feel guilty that I don’t feel guilty, maybe?”
“What the hell are you talking about?” I ask her, confused. I’ve never felt guilty about any sex I’ve ever had.
“That I’ve known you all of twenty-four hours and you’ve already seen me naked, getting myself off, and now I just let you do that to me.” Her statement has something dawning on me.
“Have you never had a one-night stand, Tessa?” I look at her, then back to the road ahead of us. We should’ve been at the clubhouse ten minutes ago, but I kept driving around, not wanting our time in the truck to end.
Her head drops and her fingers tighten around each other. “No, never.”
I pull the truck over and slam it up into park, then turn to her in my seat. I take her chin in my hand and lift it so I have her eyes. “Listen to me. There’s nothing fucking wrong with two consenting adults making each other feel good. Nothing to feel guilty about, not one fucking thing. Understand?”
She nods her head yes, her eyes sparkling and her face still flushed with satisfaction. “Good, because that’s just the beginning, baby.” I lean into her. “Just wait till I get my cock in you. I’ll make you an addict.” I kiss her before putting the truck in drive and head back onto the road.