by Iona Rose
I am slammed headlong into the most intense pleasure I have ever felt in my life. My whole body feels my climax. My pussy goes wild, clenching and relaxing and my clit throbs so fast it’s almost a vibration. My stomach turns wildly, and my heart hammers in my chest so hard I’m almost afraid it is trying to break loose. My skin tingles, a light tickling sensation that seems to be on the inside of my skin rather than the outside. The sensation makes my nerves fire up and send pulses of pleasure down my veins and along through my bones.
My eyes close, red flashes of light exploding like fireworks on the insides of my eyelids. My ears ring, a not unpleasant sound as the blood pumps through my body with an undulating whooshing sound.
I can’t breathe, can’t move, as every muscle in my body contracts tightly and goes rigid. My back arches almost painfully, the tendons in my neck straining as another wave of pleasure slams through me, leaving my mouth hanging open in a silent O of ecstasy.
Still Matt slams into me, bringing more fire with every stroke of his cock. My eyes roll back in their sockets, and for a second, there’s only darkness, and I’m floating in a void of nothingness, just a giant nerve ending built solely to feel the overwhelming pleasure.
I can finally breath again and I suck in a huge breathe that burns my dry throat and aches my lungs. I gasp and pant as Matt continues to thrust into me. I feel my knees buckle, and Matt’s fingers leave my clit, catching me. He holds my hips, keeping my legs upright, pulling me back onto his cock over and over again, slamming against my cervix and pushing me to open further for him.
My elbows give up and I fall, landing face down on the bed. The silken feeling of the duvet cover against my cheek does nothing to soothe the raging hormones that flood me.
Finally, I feel Matt tense up, his cock twitching inside of me.
“You are mine Callie,” he says, and then he comes, a hot spurt of liquid filling my pussy. He moans my name as his cock twitches again, and then he pulls out of me and lowers me onto the bed.
I manage to roll onto my side as he flops onto the bed beside me. We lay facing each other, looking into each other’s eyes as we pant for breath.
“Holy shit,” I manage when I feel like I can trust my voice again. “That was fucking awesome.”
“That was just a warm up Callie.” Matt winks.
I don’t think I can take anymore, but my pussy disagrees. I feel the tingling starting up again, the rush of warm liquid, and I know Matt is right. We’re just getting started. He shuffles closer to me, and our lips meet once more. Instantly, I feel my pussy responding, flooding me with a wash of wetness. My clit throbs almost painfully and my pussy aches, the tender flesh battered by Matt’s incessant thrusts, but I don’t care about that. I just want to feel Matt inside of me again.
I hook my leg over his hips and push him onto his back, straddling him. I lean forward, kissing him softly then holding my lips just out of his reach. He reaches up and takes hold of my shoulders, pulling my face back down to his. I move slightly from side to side, letting my hard nipples graze over Matt’s chest. He moans as I move my hips, running my slit over his hardening cock. I can feel it growing harder as I continue to move.
I break our kiss and scoot backwards, placing my ass on Matt’s thighs. I take his cock in one fist and begin to work him, moving my hand up and down him, slowly at first. He props himself up on his elbows and holds my gaze while I work him.
Seeing his lust filled eyes spurs me on and I begin to move faster.
Matt’s mouth drops open and he moans again. He puts his head back, his fists bunching in the sheet beneath him. “Fuck Callie,” he moans, a low growl filled with need that makes my pussy ache for him.
I scoot forwards again and keeping a grip on the base of his cock, I rub it through my lips. I gasp as it presses against my clit, sending an electric shock through my sensitive skin there. I move him back towards my pussy and lift my hips. I line him up and come down onto his cock, impaling myself with his length, stretching myself open wide to accommodate him.
I take him all the way in and then I begin to move up and down on him, slowly at first, long slow movements that pull him all of the way inside of me and then almost all of the way back out. His cock brushes over my g-spot with each stroke, pushing me closer to the edge.
I begin to speed up. Matt’s eyes go to my breasts as I bounce up and down on top of him. He watches them eagerly and I reach up and fondle my nipples, bringing them to points. Matt moans again and I smile to myself. I run my tongue over my lips and then I bring two fingers to my mouth. I run my tongue over them, getting them nice and wet and then I press them between my other lips, massaging my clit with them.
I move on Matt’s cock and play with my clit, throwing my head back and enjoying the sensations I am creating in my body. My orgasm creeps up slowly and then it slams through me, tightening my pussy and making me whimper with its intensity. I grit my teeth as my whole body is consumed by tingling ecstasy. My skin, my veins, every part of me comes alive, sending me into a climax that makes me scream out Matt’s name.
As my orgasm fades, I pull my fingers away from myself. I lean forward slightly, pushing them into Matt’s mouth. He sucks on my fingers, licking them clean and I up my pace again, short, fast strokes that make Matt grip the sheet again.
I know he’s close now, I can feel his cock twitching inside of me, and I squeeze my pussy, holding his cock tightly in my grip. He shouts my name as he comes hard, his face twisted with pleasure as his warm cum fills me. I clench my pussy again, and I am rewarded with another moan, another spurt.
He reaches up for me and I collapse into his arms, panting for breath. He kisses my forehead as I lay beside him with my head on his chest. I run my nails slowly up and down his abs, relishing the rock hard feeling of them.
I never want this moment to end. I can feel my eyes starting to close as I lay still, listening to Matt’s rhythmic breathing. I relax and let sleep take me.
Chapter Sixteen
Callie
I wake up to Matt’s gentle kiss. It takes me a moment to work out where the hell I am, but it soon comes flooding back to me. We’re in a hotel room. And we had the most mind blowing marathon of sex of my life before I passed out, exhausted from my orgasms. Matt made me come and come and come, and it looks like we’re heading for round two. No complaints here.
I reach up and push my hands into Matt’s hair as he kisses me.
He pulls back and smiles down at me. “We should go.”
“Go? What time is it?” I ask.
“Almost seven. Do you have class today?”
“What day is it?” I ask, still a little confused.
“Friday.” Matt smiles.
“Shit,” I say, sitting up. “Yeah. I have a class in a couple of hours.” I get up off the bed, as much as I want to stay there with Matt. I begin to collect up my clothes and put them on.
Matt makes no effort to move.
“Are you enjoying the show?” I ask with a grin.
“Oh yeah,” Matt grins back at me. “But I have to say, I think I’d enjoy it more if those clothes were coming off instead of going on.”
“We’ll have to see what we can do about that after work tonight.” I grin.
“Deal.” Matt nods.
He finally moves only when I’m fully dressed again.
It’s my turn to watch the show, and a fine show it is.
All too soon though, Matt is fully clothed. “Come on, I’ll call a cab and drop you off.”
I nod and he makes the call. We head downstairs and Matt checks us out and we go to wait on the curb for the Uber.
“So I was thinking maybe tonight we could spend the night at your place,” I say.
“We’ll see,” he says, not looking at me.
I was right. He isn’t as into me as I am him, and he wants this to be a casual thing. I’m really not sure I can do that. I’m kind of an all or nothing sort of a girl. But can I walk away from sex like that? “Why have I
never been to your place? Do you have your ex-wife’s body under the patio or something?” I ask, keeping my tone light.
“Yeah that’s exactly it. What gave it away?” Matt jokes.
I laugh, but I feel like crying and I realize I’m not ready to let this go. “Seriously, why do we never go to your place Matt? Is it because you want to keep me at arm’s length? Am I just a booty call to you?”
“Are you fucking kidding me Callie? You think that’s all you are to me?”
“I don’t know,” I say, looking down at the ground, suddenly too embarrassed to meet his eye.
Matt reaches out and gently touches my chin, pushing my head up until I have no choice but to look at him. “You are mine Callie. I meant that. I really do care for you. Just about my place… it’s complicated.”
I can see the genuine look in his eye as he says he cares for me. I really want to believe this is real. I really think it is real. But I know he’s still hiding something from me. I open my mouth to demand he tell me what it is once and for all, but before I can find the words, our Uber pulls up.
We get in and sit at opposite ends of the seat, both of us looking out of the window. I can’t have this conversation with him in the back of an Uber, but I don’t know what else to say to him. What else matters?
I feel warmth on my hand and I glance down to see Matt has wrapped my fingers in his. I glance at his face and he smiles sadly at me. The hurt on his face tells me that his feelings are real. And the rest?
Well, we can deal with that later.
I shuffle closer to him and he looks relieved as he gently lets go of my hand and wraps his arm around my shoulders. I rest my head on his shoulder, my hand on his knee. We ride the rest of the way to my dorm that way.
“See you tonight,” I say as I get out of the Uber. “Thanks for the ride.”
He grabs my hand through the window and pulls me towards him.
Laughing, I bend down and kiss him.
“See you tonight,” he agrees. “I’ll be counting down the minutes.”
The Uber pulls away, leaving me with more questions than answers and a whole fucking host of feelings that I fear will lead to me getting very hurt. How the hell did I get myself into this mess?
Chapter Seventeen
Callie
Friday’s at school normally fly by. They’re busy days with back to back lectures and the promise of the weekend looming closer helps to pass the day as well. But today has dragged by. I feel like I’ve lived a week for every hour that’s passed. Even the interesting lectures felt like a drag. And it’s all Matt’s fault, because I just can’t get him out of my head.
It doesn’t help that every time I forget myself and move too quickly, I feel a throb through my tender clit. My pussy feels bruised, battered in the nicest possible way and the feeling keeps Matt very much in the forefront of my mind. For the first time ever, I find myself looking forward to going to work, so I can see him again.
Finally, the time comes for me to hop on my train and go to work. I know Matt won’t be on the train because he starts earlier than me today, but I’ve waited all damn day to see him – the half hour train ride isn’t going to kill me.
The train ride and the walk from the station to the restaurant pass by pretty uneventfully, my head filled with thoughts of Matt. I keep hearing him telling me I am his. I should probably be offended – I’m no one’s property – but I’m not. I like the way it sounds. I like the way it made me feel warm inside. And yeah, I like the idea of being his. So sue me.
It raises a major question though. If Matt isn’t keeping me at arm’s length because he doesn’t want this thing between us to become too serious, then what the hell is he hiding from me? I’ve been through every possibility I can think of, and none of them make any sense. I know I’m going to have to confront him again, but I don’t want us to end up arguing. I don’t want to lose him.
Why can’t he just be honest with me dammit? Surely, that’s not too much to ask. It’s kind of the most basic requirement in a relationship that’s going anywhere.
I push away the questions and the doubts as I walk across the parking lot to the staff entrance. I check my watch. I’m fifteen minutes early and even Marco can’t moan about that. The instant I step inside, I hear shouting. I frown and pause, listening. It’s coming from down the corridor, and it sounds like Marco and Matt are arguing.
I take my jacket off and hang it over one of the chairs in the breakroom. I sling my handbag over the same chair and move down the corridor. I know I shouldn’t eavesdrop, but I can’t help myself. And it’s not like they’re exactly being subtle, so they can’t be too worried about the idea of someone overhearing them. As I move out of the break room, I realize just how loud they’re shouting, and I think it’s likely they can be heard on the restaurant floor. Fantastic.
I up my pace, ready to go in and tell them to keep it down a bit. I pause outside of the office door.
“What the fuck are you playing at Marco? You had no fucking right to do that,” Matt shouts.
“Excuse me?” Marco yells back. “I think you’ll find I’m the manager here and I have every right to do it. It’s none of your business, and it would pay you to show me a bit of respect and stop swearing at me.”
“Respect? Why would I respect you after the stunt you’ve pulled? Don’t think I don’t know the full fucking story Marco,” Matt fires back.
I miss Marco’s response as Sasha and two other waitresses appear from the restaurant floor.
“What’s going on Callie? We can hear them out in the restaurant. The diners are starting to notice,” Sasha says.
I shake my head, shrugging my shoulders. I have no idea what’s going on, but I’ve heard enough. I knock on the office door, not expecting to receive an answer. I push the door open and go in. “Guys, can you keep it down a bit or take it outside? The diners can hear you.”
“Stay the fuck out of this Callie!” Marco snaps.
“Don’t you dare talk to her like that,” Matt shouts. “You know what? Pack your shit up. You’re fired.”
My jaw drops. Matt has gone way too far this time.
“I’m fired? That’s funny. I think you’ll find you’re the one who is fired. I don’t know who the fuck sent you here or why, and I don’t care. You’re done here Matt. Get the fuck out of here right now.”
Matt is suddenly the picture of quiet fury. He reaches into his pocket and shows Marco something about the size of a business card.
Marco’s whole demeanor changes. The anger goes out of him and he sits down heavily in his chair. “I…”
“I don’t want to hear it,” Matt interrupts. “Like I said before, don’t think I don’t know the full story. You have two choices Marco. You can resign right now and leave quietly. Or…”
“Ok, I’ll leave,” Marco interrupts him. “I’m so sorry. I just —”
“I said I don’t want to hear it,” Matt says again. “Get out. Your belongings will be forwarded on to you and I will expect your resignation letter to reach head office within the next hour.”
Marco stands up quickly, nodding. His face is still pale, and he looks like he’s defeated.
I can’t for the life of me work out what’s going on. What does Matt know that has scared Marco so badly? And how does Matt have the authority to fire Marco?
Marco starts to walk towards his office door.
Matt turns and seems to realize he has an audience for the first time.
I try to catch his eye but he won’t even look at me.
“Sasha. Harriet. Would you ladies be so kind as to see that Marco leaves the premises please? If he gives you any trouble, come and find me,” Matt says.
Sasha and Harriet both nod mechanically, looking as shocked as I am by the scene we’ve just witnessed.
“I won’t be any trouble,” Marco says. “I really am sorry about this. About everything.”
No one responds to him. He heads towards the staff entrance, Harriet and Sash
a following him. I know Sasha will quiz him once they’re out of ear shot, so maybe we’ll get some answers as to what’s going on. For now though, I’m going to try and get some answers out of Matt.
“The rest of you go back to work. And please apologize to the diners for the interruption,” Matt says.
I realize a couple of the other wait staff are hanging around in the hallway behind me, but they quickly scurry back to the diners, leaving Matt and I alone.
“What happened?” I ask.
“Marco fired James. He shouldn’t have done that.” His voice is low, full of anger.
I feel a flash of fear go through me. He made it sound like a threat, like Marco is going to come to some sort of harm. “Why —”
Matt walks towards the office door. “I’m sorry Callie, I have to make a phone call.” He storms out through the dining area of the restaurant.
Leaving me standing open mouthed watching his back as he strides quickly away. I can see the tension in his shoulders, and I wonder again what the fuck just happened.
Why does Matt care this much if James was fired? And what does he have over Marco that made him so compliant? It must have been something to do with that card Matt showed Marco. He must have something on him, and he’s blackmailing him.
I know I should be glad Marco is gone from the restaurant, gone from my life. And I am. But I can’t just let it go at that. I have to know what exactly I am getting into with Matt.
Chapter Eighteen
Matt
As I storm out of the restaurant, I can feel eyes on me. Callie’s eyes, the eyes of all of the staff, and most likely the eyes of a fair few of the diners as well. I know once I leave, the silence will end and everyone will have an opinion on what just happened. The only opinion I care about is Callie’s. I really do owe her an explanation, but first, I have to try and fix this mess. I just hope she’s still open to hearing what I have to say after that.
