The Recoil Rock Series Box Set

by K E Osborn

  That familiar electrical surge pulses through our lips as he kisses me back eagerly. I have no idea what tomorrow will bring, or what this means for us, but right now we love each other, and I want to make the most of that.

  He backs me up against the dining table all the while kissing me frantically. His hands make quick work of my top. Moving in and lifting it up over my head. Our lips break so he can remove it completely, leaving me topless. He looks down at my exposed breasts, and he smiles wide, leaning down and taking my nipple into his mouth. My head falls back as the warmth of his mouth encases my nipple, sucking on it hard as his hands run under my ass. Matt lifts me up onto the table, knocking a box to the ground, the contents spilling out onto the floor, but I don’t care. My hands run up into his hair holding him to me as he continues his assault on my breast and his body steps in between my legs. My clit throbs, aching with need for him.

  His hands move down my sides, caressing my skin softly as he goes, his calloused fingers tickle my sensitive skin as his fingers dive into the hem of my shorts. Matt pulls my shorts and panties down and off in one quick movement. I’m completely naked as he looks down at me, still one hundred percent dressed. His eyes burning with intense desire for me, as I reach out for his shirt hem and lift it up over his head. Matt helps me then quickly steps back between my legs, like he can’t stand to be away from me and crashes his lips back to mine.

  My hands run up his impeccably toned stomach. He has abs for days, and I love his body. For someone who eats as much ice cream as he does, he looks after himself so well it really doesn’t matter. Our tongues dance together, colliding furiously in a passion of teeth and panting breaths as his hands run up my thighs. I wriggle slightly on the table to relieve some of the tension, and he presses his hands firmer into my skin as he slides them up higher and higher.

  Matt’s hand skims the inside of my leg and darts down, grazing my pussy as I moan in anticipation into his mouth. His finger presses on my clit, and my back arches in delight that he’s touching me. All I’ve wanted is him, and I’m finally getting what I want.

  He circles my clit sending a shockwave of pleasure right through me, as my skin prickles in goosebumps and tingles all over. My hips move in time with his finger, and his kiss deepens as he pushes on me harder, working me up to where I want to be.

  Matt slides his finger down and then up inside of me, making me moan out in delight as he hits just the right spot. His thumb moves to my clit, as his hand continues its assault on my pussy bringing me to a new wave of pleasure. His free hand moves up to massage my breast, tweaking and pinching my nipple between his fingers at just the right pressure to make my body shudder against him.

  Harsh and ragged breaths force out of my nose as we kiss frantically. My hips move, and the table squeaks slightly, while a fine mist of sweat invades my body. My eyes shut tightly as flashes of light burst behind my eyelids, and I moan loudly into Matt’s mouth, gripping hard onto his biceps as my muscles clench hard, pulling and restricting, and then he rotates and pushes at the right spot to send me over the edge. It’s like a tidal wave and a flood of ecstasy washes over me, filling me completely with warmth. Every pore, every follicle of my being is undoubtedly satisfied as a long drawn out moan echoes through the room. He pulls his mouth from mine and plants kisses along my jaw, letting me breathe.

  “Fuck, you’re sexy when you moan for me, Alex,” he murmurs, his lips tickling my jaw as I pant still coming down from my high. “But I’m only just getting started with you.”

  He leans in lifting me to him. I squeal, as I wrap my arms around his shoulders as he carries me toward my bed, while I break out into a fit of giggles. He smiles wide and throws me down onto my mattress. I bob up and down as I fall onto it, and he looks down at me taking in my naked and flushed body.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful. Why didn’t I see it sooner?” Matt asks, undoing his jeans and stepping out of his shoes.

  I shrug and lean up on my elbows. “We both stuffed up, Matt, let’s not think about that now.”

  He pulls off his pants in a mad rush, and something falls out of his jeans pocket. He stops and turns to look at it on the floor. I lean up to see what it is as he grins widely.

  “Alex, do you trust me?” he asks, bending down to pick up the two small bundles of red rope that look oddly familiar.

  Swallowing hard, I tilt my head and nod one single time. “With my life.”

  He stands there gloriously naked, his erection free and proud, holding two pieces of red rope. My heart races fast as he stalks toward me, and my palms begin to sweat.

  “Roll over onto your tummy.” His voice low, demanding, dominant. It sends a thrill through me, and I smile as I spin over practically dripping with excitement.

  He steps up to the edge of the bed and moves in running his hands slowly up my calves. The gesture is soothing but somehow strangely erotic. “Tell me if this gets too much, okay?”

  I nod my head against the mattress and mumble something even I don’t know what I’ve said.

  “Alex?”

  “Okay,” I reply, and he chuckles and playfully slaps my ass. The sting vibrates through me making me gasp, as I chew on my bottom lip and try to hide my smile.

  I like this side of Matt.

  Our first time together was a little more affectionate.

  I have a feeling this will be kinkier.

  “I want you to leave your shins and knees on the bed, but lift your ass in the air, and then rest your face on the bed. Put your hands behind your back in line with your ankles under your ass,” he demands, and my heart rate spikes up a notch. That will have me super exposed, and have my ass and pussy out on display in a major way.

  But I trust Matt, like I said, with my life, so I move back into the position he demands. I place my head down onto the mattress, my ass up in the air and my arms fold back behind my body. It’s certainly not comfortable, but fuck if I don’t feel empowered to be like this. He stands behind me, and a small growl rumbles from his chest as he moves in with the ropes and ties my ankles together and then my wrists above my ankles. The rope surprises me, I thought it would feel hard and scratchy, but it’s kinda soft, giving me the tingles. It’s cool to the touch, and the sensation is making my senses that are already heightened, go into overload.

  “Are you okay?” Matt asks as his hand gently caresses my ass cheek. My body is tingling all over, and I love that we’ve gone from best friends, to not talking, to falling in love, to kinky fuckery in a matter of moments.

  “Yes… please Matt,” I beg.

  He chuckles running his hand on my ass, down and to my pussy. He finds my clit and presses on it. It sends a sharp stab of pleasure through me, and I jolt down into the bed. The mattress pressing into my cheek as I grit my teeth and pant, trying to keep my calm. My clit is throbbing so hard, I need him to touch me again. I need him inside of me. I can’t handle the anticipation.

  “I like it when you beg for me, Alex, it’s such a fucking turn on.”

  Then I feel the tip of his cock slide up and down my folds as if he’s lubricating himself. It’s fucking hot.

  “Matt,” I whimper.

  “Yes?” He places his cock in line with my pussy.

  “Fuck me!” I demand, and Matt wastes no time sliding inside me. His cock fills me, stretching me, as we both moan and acclimatize to his size inside of me.

  “Jesus, Alex, you’re so tight like this.” He pulls back slightly then pushes back in making sure his hands grip onto my hips, so I don’t shift too far up the bed while he thrusts. This feeling is foreign to me. Being tied up is definitely something new, but doing it with Matt makes it easy and effortless. It’s not daunting, it’s freeing, and sexy as hell, as he starts to move at a fast pace inside me. I’m completely restricted, I can’t do anything but take the pounding as my abilities are all gone. My hands are tied, my legs are locked together, and he has his way with me bringing me to a new sense of pleasure I didn’t even know existed until no
w.

  As we move together, the rope on my wrists and ankles cuts into my skin, but not in a painful way. He hasn’t done them up so tight they hurt, but just enough so that the friction is kind of a turn on. The texture of the rope sends a tickle down my skin and heightens all my senses even more while he pounds inside of me.

  His harsh, ragged breaths come hard and fast, as he pounds into me. His fingers dig into my skin on my hips. It’s hard to keep myself up with the force of his thrusts, but he pulls me up and holds me in place as he hits the right spot. This is fantastic, this is dominant, and I love that Matt has a loving side but this kinky side too.

  He thrusts up, deep and hard. My cheek rubs against the soft fabric of the bed as I moan out loud, my body reacts when he hits my g-spot, and my head starts to spin. I feel lightheaded, and I clench my eyes shut as my breath catches. My body tingles as I shudder, throbbing and shaking, over every inch of my skin. My muscles clench, and he moans as my pussy contracts and tightens around him while he thrusts up higher. He pauses inside me while we both moan loudly, splintering off in all directions as my muscles spasm, and I explode in the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had and he unloads inside of me at the same time.

  Matt pumps a couple more times while my body relaxes. I feel completely light like I’m floating. He pulls out of me and makes quick work of untying me. I bring my hands up as I roll to my side, and he lands on the bed in front of me. We stare at each other gasping for air. His hand comes in smoothing hair away from my face, as he caresses my cheek and leans in kissing me softly in stark contrast to the dominance from moments ago.

  Matt pulls back and looks into my eyes, his are lazy and full of delight. “I love you.”

  Smiling, I move in and cuddle into him. “I love you, too.”

  “Your tattoo is sexy as fuck staring at me like that from your back with you all tied up,” he mumbles still panting.

  I smile with a small chuckle. “For a man who doesn’t like tattoos on women, you’ve changed your tune.”

  He shrugs. “Yours is different. It has meaning. It’s beautiful, and it suits you.”

  Nodding, I sigh, cuddling into him further. “It does have meaning, I had it done when Gran died.”

  He smooths some more hair from my face and kisses the top of my head. “Wanna tell me about it?”

  “Sure. So the peacock is me. In Greco-Roman mythology the Peacock tail has the ‘eyes’ of the stars. I wanted to be the eyes of the stars, so I could always watch over my parents and gran. The three feathers are, of course, my parents and gran, and the tree represents the shelter and support they gave me. The meaning of the Japanese Cherry Blossom also symbolizes that life is overwhelmingly beautiful, but tragically short… I think it suited.”

  He sighs deeply pulling me closer to him and gazes down into my eyes. “You’re utterly amazing, you know that?”

  I snort and shake my head. “No… just put a lot of thought into it.”

  “It’s a real tribute, and it’s beautiful, Alex, just like you.” He stares at me, leaning in to briefly kiss my lips before pulling back to look deeply into my eyes once more.

  We stare at each other for a moment before a burning question eats at me and I have to ask it. “Where have I seen those ropes before?”

  He chuckles. “They were in my pants from when I went to Rosalie House with you. They were from the three-legged race. I picked them up after for no real reason, not realizing how handy they would be. I haven’t worn these pants since then, and for some reason, I put them on tonight when I came over… lucky, hey?”

  I let out a little giggle. “So, um… know any more moves with those ropes?” I ask then chew on my bottom lip seductively.

  He raises his brow and smiles wide as he rolls over on top of me and pins me to the bed. “Oh, Alex, you’re in for all sorts of surprises. You really are my perfect woman.”

  Chapter Thirty

  Laying in Matt’s arms is literally the best feeling in the world. I’ve wanted this for so long, and as I snuggle into his neck, kissing his skin tenderly, he stirs with a slight moan. He shifts his weight looking down at me and smiles, his eyes sparkle when he sees me. His hand moves out and caresses my cheek as he makes a beeline straight for my lips, kissing me without a second’s pause. His tongue dances with mine and his body rolls on top of me in my bed, making me giggle against his lips, as his morning erection presses into me. I grin as I kiss him, pressing my hips up and into him letting him know I’d like to take this further when he suddenly pulls back, breaking the kiss and looks at his watch.

  He appears startled and then looks back at me. “What time did you say you needed to be at the airport?”

  I lazily smile. “In about twenty minutes,” I reply.

  He exhales with a huff, and jumps off me in a rush, the bedsheets falling from his body as he exits the bed completely naked, and starts moving about the apartment. “Shit! We’ll never make it on time!” he says while grabbing at random things, and starting to put them in boxes as he moves about in a mad dash, as I lounge back in the bed watching him with a large smirk.

  He looks to me and finally stops his movements with a scowl. “Why the hell aren’t you getting up?”

  I shrug. “Because I’m not going,” I say matter-of-factly.

  He stands taller, and his eyes light up like all his Christmases have come at once, and he grins wildly. “You’re not?”

  Shaking my head, I raise up on my elbows. “Nope! Canceled it all while you were snoring in my ear.”

  He lets out a bemused laugh, and drops the pile of clothes in his hands, storming back to the bed. He grins, crawling on the bed and over the top of me. I fall back to the mattress, running my hands up his arms as he looks into my eyes.

  “Shit woman, are you joking with me right now?” he asks, his mouth moves in planting firm kisses all over my collarbone and neck making me giggle.

  “No jokes. I just hope Nate will have me back. I fucked him around, and treated him like crap for the last three weeks, so I hope he’ll forgive me.”

  He kisses up my jaw then pulls his head back looking in my eyes. “I’ll talk to him, let him know we’re all good and that he needs you back. Because the guy you hired is a pompous asshole and you’re the only girl for his gallery... Wait, we are all good, right?”

  Nodding, I run my hands through his hair and pull him so his lips are about to touch mine. “Yeah, we’re great… but I could really go a breakfast burrito.”

  He chuckles and nods. “God, I’ve missed you,” he says then slams his lips to mine, kissing me fiercely. His body molds against me and I hold onto him for dear life.

  I’m not letting him go again.

  Not for anything.

  ***

  We pull up at the gallery and already I’m pissed off. Francois has the signage set up all wrong. Idiot.

  “I should never have hired that guy,” I murmur to myself as Matt and I get out of the car and head toward the store.

  Matt chuckles and nods. “Yes, you’re right there, but that’s my fault completely. I take full responsibility… in all of this Alex.”

  I reach out for his hand while shaking my head. “No. If we both stopped being so stubborn and just talked to each other, then I think we could have sorted this whole thing out a hell of a lot sooner. But you know us, stubborn as each other. But hey, the make up sex was so totally worth it,” I say, wiggling my eyebrows up and down as Matt raises his and grins salaciously.

  “Stop, you’ll make me hard.”

  I snort with laughter as we make it to the door, and Francois is standing there like a pompous git in his three-piece suit, goatee, and a turned up nose.

  He spots me approaching and grimaces. “Alexandria, I thought you were leaving for France today?” he asks in his clearly fake British accent.

  “Sorry Frankie boy, no can do. Matty Moo came and fucked some sense into me and bam, just like that, all my Hail Mary’s and Hallelujah Choruses came at once,” I reply and he gasps a
s Matt chuckles beside me.

  “Pardon me?” Francois asks.

  Robert walks over with a giant grin. “Alex, oh my God is it good to see you!”

  I drop my hand from Matt’s and rush inside the gallery to hug Robert. I never thought I’d miss a mullet so much.

  “Robert! Is Nate here?”

  He grins wide and nods. “Yes ma’am, hiding out the back.”

  “Hiding?” I ask, and Robert subtly glances to Francois, and I purse my lips and nod in complete understanding.

  “Alex, why are you here?” Francois calls out, and I chuckle grabbing Matt’s hand and yank him along with me toward Nate’s studio.

  Matt leans into my side and clears his throat. “You chose that guy for my brother… were you drunk or something?”

  I snicker and shake my head. “I went on qualifications, not personality. I shouldn’t have done that. I should have never left in the first place.”

  He wraps his arm around my shoulder and nods. “Agreed. Never leave again.”

  I look up at him and smile. “Never.”

  We walk into the studio and Nate’s painting but has a set of headphones on.

  He never paints with headphones on.

  I furrow my brows and huff. Obviously, Francois is utterly annoying. I’ve really fucked that one up. Well, I’m about to make up for it now. I step up behind Nate, grab an earmuff and pull it back from his ear and let it snap back into place causing his paintbrush to swipe over his canvas, smearing paint all over the white material. Luckily, he was only just starting, so it hasn’t ruined his artwork. His head snaps around like he’s rearing and ready to yell obscenities, but he spots me and his eyes flash open in shock. He grabs at his earmuffs and pulls them off his head as he stands up from his stool and takes in a deep breath.

  “Alex? Wait… and Matt… in the same room? And you’re not on a plane to Paris?” he asks in quick succession.

  We both chuckle and I shake my head reaching out for Matt’s hand. “Nope, no plane, no Paris. Just me, Matt, and you… one big happy unconventional family. If you’ll have me back that is?”