He pressed me against the cool, metal wall, plastering inch by hard inch of muscle against me as he went. As he bowed his head to kiss my throat, my breath froze in my chest.
“Two minutes. I just need two minutes of touching you to last me the rest of the way. I feel like a fucking caged animal right now and I’m not sure that’s healthy for either one of us to go in like that.”
He held my hips firm in each of his hands, and as much as I knew I should have argued, I couldn't find it in me to care. As soon as Matty's hands were on me, everything else faded away.
When his lips found mine, I closed my eyes and took him in. He tasted like mint and want, and with each passing second I fell deeper down the rabbit hole. His tongue stroked mine as my fingers dug into his bicep. The flames were rising like a mid-summer forest fire, consuming us both. It was an almost violent struggle to get closer as we wrestled, crashing into each other harder, both desperate for more.
His punishing grip on my hip slackened as he slid his hand lower, scorching my bare thigh with his touch. I followed his lead, reaching around him to grab his ass and then squeezing hard. All I wanted was for him to dip his fingers closer, to stroke that one aching place that was crying out for his touch.
If he would just slide my panties aside and-
I had to do something with my mouth before I said something stupid that I was going to regret, so I caught his bottom lip between my teeth and sucked. He groaned against my mouth and his fingers inched closer to my core before trailing over my underwear to stroke me so softly that I could have screamed.
I couldn’t help it. I tried, but I was nothing but a throbbing mass of want and instinct by then and my hips flexed, grinding me into his touch. I gasped as a tremor ran through me. God, he felt good. Could he feel how wet I was through the lace of my panties?
We needed out of this elevator so I could touch him the way I wanted to. I placed a hand on either of his shoulders then pushed him to the opposite side of the elevator, just beside the panel of buttons.
Then, slowly, I ground against the hard bulge of his pants and said, “I want you to take me right here. I want you to get on your knees and…”
I went on, saying the dirtiest things I could think of, and his face was so intense, it almost looked like he was in pan. As I spoke, I pressed the button to send the elevator whirring back to life. When it began to move again, I closed my mouth over his, pulling him into a demanding kiss. My tongue tangled with his, and he speared his fingers into my hair with a groan-
Ding
I pulled away and Matty looked up, staring at the lighted red arrow with a mix of confusion and shock. I bounced from the lift and started toward the end of the hall. When I was halfway there, I heard the thump of his footsteps behind me.
“You tricked me,” he said, as his fingers closed around the hem of my skirt.
“That’s a harsh way of putting it.” I dug my key from my tiny purse and slid it into the lock with trembling fingers.
“I’m going to make you pay for that,” he whispered against my ear. My fingers shook with his every breath, but eventually I opened the door, only to have him slam me against the inside wall of my entryway and bang the door closed behind us.
It was on.
***
Matty
“I’d love to see how.”
Her voice was pure sex, and I wanted to tell her all the things I wanted to do to her, but then she slid that rocking body against mine and dropped to her knees.
“Maybe I should be the one punishing you,” she murmured, one eyebrow quirked in her trademark expression of defiance. She made short work of my jeans and boxers, yanking them down until they were around my ankles.
I groaned as my cock sprang free. “If this is punishment, I’ve been a bad, bad man.”
She grinned up at me for a second but then every ounce of humor was gone as she leaned in to close her lips around me, hot and wet and amazing. I leaned back as she circled the head of my cock, and spread my hands against the wall to feel, the sensation of the cool plaster a total contrast to the fire of her tongue.
She sucked me in deep and I nearly exploded right then and there. She dipped once, twice, three times, each deeper than the last, and all the while she hummed. Like this was her god damned warm up or something. Like she wasn’t pushing me toward the brink with every move.
I pushed away from the wall and wound my hands through her hair, tugging lightly to urge her upward.
“Christ, I need to be inside you,” I groaned.
She pulled away to gaze up at me, glassy-eyed and pink-cheeked. “I’m not done.”
“I didn’t ask,” I said and then pulled her to standing in front of me. Argumentative as she was, there wasn’t a single complaint when she was pressed to the wall again. The memory of her mouth was still branded against my skin, but I had to have more. Needed to feel every inch of her against me, and slide inside that sweet, tight body until we both lost our minds.
If I could only have her once a week, I wasn’t going to be wasting any time tonight. I ducked low and stripped off her underwear before straightening again and yanking the shirt over my head. Once she was against me, I gripped my cock and then slid home in one, slow thrust. I squeezed my eyes closed, groaning with the feel of her as I gripped both of her hips and hoisted her into the air. Without hesitation, she wrapped her legs around me and I held her aloft with the weight of my chest against her full, soft breasts.
She whispered my name on a gasp, but that was the last of our talking. I tried to take it slow, to work inside her in long, deep strokes, but her clutching heat pulled at me, urged me deeper.
She ground herself against me harder, and it was all I could do to keep from exploding. She was just so hot and ready. The wetness of her pussy pressed against me and I dipped my fingers between us to massage her swollen clit, dragging her closer to the brink of ecstasy. I had to make sure that she knew that the first time, weeks before, hadn’t been a one off. That, if given the chance, I could make her come over and over. I wasn’t about to let her down.
She moaned low in her throat, her pussy clenching around my throbbing cock as I worked into her over and over again. How could one day of this ever be enough? One day to roll my fingers over her sweet, pink nipples? One day to make her shiver and quake until she exploded around me?
I pushed the thought away and focused on us, watched her open and close her eyes as she rocked against me, her breath coming harder with every thrust. I flicked my finger over her once, twice, and then her lips closed over mine.
She was salty and sweet, the best taste in the world. My tongue swept deep into her mouth and she whimpered, her whole body tensing and stretching tight like a wire for what seemed like an eternity. The strangled cry that exploded from her lips as she dragged her mouth from mine couldn’t prepare me for the onslaught as she came, her slight frame quaking and bucking against me.
I tried to hold back, to ride it out and watch her eyes go wild but I couldn’t stand it any longer. I was cocked, locked and loaded and the pressure building wouldn’t be denied as her tight channel squeezed my cock, milking me like an unseen fist.
The blood rushed to my ears and my eyelids slammed shut. A growl reverberated in my chest as I came in desperate spurts, deep inside her.
As the wildness subsided and we stood, clutching at each other, struggling for oxygen, I felt invincible.
Strong.
Sane.
Grounded, for the first time since I couldn’t remember when.
All I needed to figure out now was how to hold onto that feeling beyond Saturday nights.
Chapter Five
Kayla
When it was over, he set my on my feet and we stared at each other for the longest time.
Because now what?
Technically, we'd done what we'd agreed to do. Saturday sex date, mission accomplished inside twenty minutes. But as languid and satisfied as my body felt--and it did--the thought of him leaving
now made my stomach clench. Like on Christmas morning when you realized there were no more presents under the tree.
“Think we can salvage that Italian food?” Matty asked lightly, wincing a little as he bent to pull up his jeans.
“What's wrong?”
“Tweaked my rotator cuff a little in the elevator, I think,” he said with a grin as he rolled his shoulder.
“Jesus, you've got a fight coming up. You can't be fucking around like that. Why didn't you say something?” I reached out to explore the offending spot with my fingertips.
“What guy would have said something in that situation?” he asked, with a low chuckle. “I could’ve been getting flayed alive, and I still would’ve kept my trap shut if I thought telling you would've made you stop.”
The words sent a thrill through me, but I kept my face stern. “Well, in the future, you've got to be more careful. This Martin fight is super important and losing over a sex injury would be pretty humiliating...for both of us.”
“But worth it?” he asked, his voice dropping low as he bent his head to mine.
My fingers tightened reflexively, slipping down his arm to grab his thick bicep. A second later, his mouth was on mine and I could barely suppress the shudder that ran through me. It was partly desire, already heating my blood all over again, but there was no denying the rest was straight up relief. I was just so happy he wasn't going to leave yet.
His tongue did a quick sweep against mine and he slipped his arm around my waist to drag me closer, but I resisted.
“Food,” I murmured, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before pulling away. “We need sustenance.”
Like it always was with him, his very being called to me, making me want to melt into him and if I wasn't careful, I would let him swallow me whole.
I slipped back into my underwear with minimal fuss and tied my hair in a quick, impromptu knot to get it out of my face. I could feel his eyes on me as I crossed the room to pick up the forgotten white paper bag full of food. It crumpled loudly as I unfolded it and reached inside.
“Let's see, we've got pasta fagioli, stuffed shells and an antipasto salad. There's definitely enough for both of us. What do you like?”
I met his gaze and found it hard to hold. He was still gloriously bare-chested and his muscled abs combined with all that golden skin was enough to make a girl weep, but I wasn't about to give in to it.
He shrugged and rubbed his hands together. “I like it all and Saturday is my cheat day, so bring it on.”
I pulled a pair of white plates from the cabinet and set them on the little two-seater kitchen table alongside some soup mugs and then dug up silverware as he worked on opening the Styrofoam containers. The spicy smell of garlic and tomatoes filled the air and my stomach gurgled loud enough to wake the dead.
“Excuse me,” I muttered, cheeks flaming as I laid out napkins next to each setting.
“Excusing yourself for being hungry?” He shook his head and rolled his eyes. “Girls are so weird sometimes.” He started to dish out the shells and gave me the extra one with a grin. “Seems like you need it more than I do.”
I didn't argue. It had been a long, insanely nerve-wracking day during which I could barely drink my coffee before my stomach protested. Just the thought of what the evening with Matty held in store was enough to keep the butterflies churning non-stop. Now that the awkward part was over and it seemed like he was going to stick around, my appetite returned with a vengeance.
Remembering his distaste for alcohol, I bypassed the beers and snagged two bottled waters from the fridge before sitting down across from him.
In a sweet show of gentlemanly manners, he waited until I forked up my first bite before picking up his fork and starting on his own food.
“Where'd you go for this, Luigi’s?” he asked.
I nodded as I shoveled in the first bite, groaning as the flavors exploded on my tongue. “Mm hmm,” I mumbled through the mouthful of cheesy goodness.
He must have been as hungry as I was, because for the next few minutes, we tucked into the food and conversation stalled to a companionable halt.
Once I finished my shells I eyed the soup regretfully and pushed it away with a sigh. “I can't eat another bite.”
He shook his head in faux disappointment. “That's so sad. Luckily I'm here to fall on the sword for you.”
I laughed and nodded in encouragement as he reached for my untouched pasta fagioli. Folding one leg under my bottom I settled back with a satisfied sigh and just watched him eat. Oddly enough, even that was sexy.
He was so caught up. So passionate about everything he did. Savoring each bite, taking his time and enjoying it. He was exactly that way in bed too, and for a second I zoned out, caught up in how lucky I was to experience this with him, even if it was only for a little while.
“You okay?” he asked softly.
I jerked back from the daze I'd been in to see him eyeing me quizzically. “Um, yeah, I'm good. Just wondering what you want to do now...?”
He wiped his mouth with the napkin and tossed it onto the table, his gaze locked on mine. Each move was deliberate as he pushed away from the table to stand. “What do you say we work off some of this food?”
“Work off the food?” I mimicked stupidly. How just the notion of a guy standing up could send my pleasure receptors totally wild was beyond me, but there it was.
“Yep.” He held out a hand and I slipped mine into it without hesitation. “You down?”
I was so down.
***
Matty
“I thought this was supposed to be a sex date,” she murmured, laughing and gasping at the same time as I dipped her backward.
I knew it wasn’t what she’d been thinking when I’d suggested getting some exercise, which made it all the more fun when I’d ambled over to her mini-entertainment center, thumbed through the mp3 player to cue up a song and took her in my arms to dance.
Now, as I jerked her back up so that our mouths were only an inch apart, I wondered what I’d been thinking.
“It’s still a sex date. Are you telling me this doesn't feel sexy to you?” I asked, flicking my tongue against her bottom lip, before swiveling my hips against hers. I hoped to hell she said it did, because it sure as fuck felt sexy to me. I wish I could say that it was all part of the package. This was what Matty McDaniels brought to the party every time, but that would be a lie.
This was all for Kayla.
In fact, nobody in the world besides my brothers even knew I could dance. It was a well-kept McDaniels family secret that would've definitely gotten me an old school Southie beating if any of my friends had found out growing up. But I'd realized at the age of fourteen that, if I ever wanted to be a great fighter, I had to work on my balance. I moved fast, but had no grace. It was only after watching videos of old Sugar Ray Leonard fights that I knew I had to do something.
The first class had been brutal. After finding an ad in an old newspaper at the gym, I'd taken two buses clear across town to get there. It was a whole room full of girls in little leotards and me. The teacher’s name had been Mrs. Oliphant, and she liked me on sight. It was slow going at first. A lot of clomping around and near-falls, but after about six months it all fell into place. I got good. Good enough that Mrs. Oliphant wanted me to consider joining the ballroom circuit. There was no way in hell that was going to happen, and after a few screaming fights between us, I hung up my dancing shoes.
But even though I never did another step, I never forgot how to dance. I used all the knowledge every time I stepped into the ring.
Tonight, though? Tonight, with Kayla James in my arms, the thought of charming her and holding her against me had overridden all good sense, and now here we were. Me with my secret out of the bag.
Now that it’s done, though, no point in wasting it…
I tugged her close and swayed with her, my body remembering every move I'd learned all those years ago, even if my brain didn't. I took her hand and spun
her once, twice before tugging her back flush against me, a surge of male satisfaction rushing through me at the catch in her breath.
“Where did you learn to do that?” she asked, her cheeks pink with delight.
I’d shared enough secrets for the night and opted for a bait and switch. “How about a tango?”
Her eyes went wide and she shook her head. “I don't think I know h-”
“Try it. You'll see, it's kind of like MMA. The ebb and flow. Reading another person's intentions, moving in sync, understanding flow. It's all tied together. Let me show you.”
So for the next half hour we danced. I taught her the basics of every one I knew. A couple of them, she nailed, a couple of them we wound up in fits of laughter.
Her favorite was the salsa, and I didn’t blame her. It was becoming mine too, especially the way she did it.
Her hair came tumbling down over her shoulders. She shook it out, a radiant smile making her already lovely face almost painfully beautiful. My blatant stare must have given her courage, because rather than step back into my arms, she executed a little step of her own, rolling her body like a snake, undulating her hips so expertly, if I wasn't so fucking mesmerized, I would've called bullshit on the whole “never took dance lessons before” nonsense.
Her eyes were bright with excitement, her cheeks flushed and it was the hottest thing I ever saw. On a dime, the urge to dance fell by the wayside like an old tire and the need to get her naked again roared through me like a runaway train.
“Matty?” Her breath quickened and her pupils dilated as I stepped toward her.
“Red?” I murmured back, reaching for a fistful of that amazing hair and wrapping my fingers in it. I used it as leverage to turn her around. To face her away from me so I could feel that ass against my now aching cock. She'd been twitching it left and right and now I couldn't get the thought of it out of my head.
This time was supposed to be slow. It was supposed to be perfect and sweet. We were supposed to have taken the edge off the first time. Apparently no one had filled my dick in on that fact, though, because the need to be inside her clawed at me like a wild beast.
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