Something So Perfect

by Natasha Madison

  “I’m always on your side, which is why I told you to use the lube.” She shakes her head, sitting down on the couch, kicking her ballerina shoes off. “Now let’s watch Below Deck.”

  “Yup, I’m out,” Matthew says while he grabs the box from the table. “I’m going to put this all away in your closet, babe. You just lost a shoe shelf.”

  “Matthew, I will snap one of your hockey sticks if you touch even one pair of shoes.” I glare at him. “You want to use a shelf, put your clothes in your room.”

  He bends his head, kissing me on the lips, making me forget what I was saying.

  “You have it so bad, you don’t even know it,” Vivienne says while I watch Matthew walk out of the room.

  “Vas te faire foutre.” Go fuck yourself, I tell her while I sit on the opposite end of the couch, grabbing the remote, and putting our show on. We sit and watch three hours of reality television before Matthew comes back downstairs.

  “This was exactly what I needed today. Merci, mon amie,” she says, getting up, putting her shoes on, “but I have a date tonight and I need to exfoliate.” She kisses me on the cheek, looking at Matthew. “As the Americans say, ‘God Speed.’”

  He throws up his hand to high-five her.

  “A plus tard.” See you later, she says, walking out of the room, slamming the door behind her as she walks out.

  “I really like your friend,” Matthew says, lying down on the couch, putting his head in my lap. “We should hook her up with Phil.”

  I shake my head. “We have a pact. She doesn’t set me up. I don’t set her up.”

  “Fine,” he says, “I’ll let Phil do all the work.”

  I shake my head while Matthew grabs the remote, puts it on SportsCenter, and we sit here and watch all the highlights from last night. The best thing about it, not a single word about Matthew and that fucking picture.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Matthew

  I’m standing at the sink in the bathroom, brushing my teeth while I look in the mirror. I watch Karrie lathering herself and I’m hard at the sight. The towel that’s wrapped around my waist suddenly forms a tent.

  We spent the afternoon lounging on the couch, the stress of the last couple of days finally leaving me. It also helped that they stopped talking about that fucking picture. A picture that had been published three years ago.

  “You might faint, you know?” she says while she tilts her head back to rinse the soap out of her hair.

  I spit in the sink, turning to face her while I lean on the counter. “What are you talking about now?”

  “All the blood in your body is shooting straight to your dick. You might be light-headed.” She laughs at her own joke.

  “Maybe I’ll faint and fall dick first into you!” I smile at her while she stands there watching me with an open mouth. “Hurry up. I have plans for you.” I turn back around to put my toothbrush away. Tossing the towel into the laundry basket, I see her watching me. I grab my cock, stroking it a couple of times while I watch the soap suds from her hair go down her neck and over her nipples, that are already hard and probably tight, streaming down to her pussy. I lick my lips while picturing my face buried in her. “Hurry up, babe.”

  She turns her head and turns off the water, squeezing the water from her hair. I walk out of the bathroom, going straight to the bedroom. I dim the lights in the room and light some of the candles that she has in her bedroom. The room is a soft yellow from the glow of the candles. I blow out the last match when she walks into the room, the white towel wrapped around her, another towel twisted on top of her head.

  She looks around the room, taking in the candles. I take that opportunity to walk to her. I grab the towel from her hair, twisting it off. Her hair falls down to her shoulders. I throw the towel to the floor, grabbing her hair in both my hands when I lean down and kiss her gently, softly, once, twice, and then my tongue comes out, tracing her bottom lip. Her hands go to my hips while I tilt my head to one side and my tongue invades her mouth. Our tongues join together and twirl. My hands grab her hair tighter, pulling her closer to me while her fingers dig into my hips. I let her go, moving away from her, watching her blue eyes changing color.

  “I can drown in your eyes, do you know that?” I tell her while my thumbs rub her cheeks. “Will you save me, Karrie?” I smile at her, watching her nod yes.

  My hands move down to the towel tied around her chest. I loosen the knot on the side, watching the towel pool around her feet. “Beautiful,” I say to her while I lean down, taking a pink nipple into my mouth, sucking it deep, twirling my tongue around the tip. I copy the same thing on the other side while my hand cups her breast, rolling her nipple in between my thumb and forefinger. “You’re fucking perfect,” I tell her while I kiss her in the middle of her chest. The beating of her heart vibrates through me.

  Grabbing her hand, I walk with her to the bed. “Get in the middle and open yourself for me.”

  I watch her climb onto the middle of the bed. Lying down in the middle, she holds out her hand to me. I climb on the bed with her, going to her, and lying on my side next to her. I turn her to face me, my finger moving from her leg up her side, over her breast, to her mouth where I trace her lips. Her tongue comes out to lick my finger, my cock getting harder than it was before. I lean in, kissing her neck, then kissing her chin, “So fucking beautiful.” I kiss her lips. “I knew we’d end up here.” I kiss her again softly, her head falling back. “I knew I wouldn’t stop till I got in you.” I lick her bottom lip then kiss her. “Knew you’d bring me to my knees.” Her tongue comes out to meet mine, the taste of her making all my other senses wake up.

  I kiss her with everything I have. Her hands come to my chest while mine goes down to her breast. The nipple is hard, making me pinch it a little. Her groan is swallowed by our tongues that are fighting with each other. My hand moves down to her center. She raises one leg for me, giving me access to her. I take my fingers, testing her wetness. She’s soaked. I bring my finger up to her clit, where I go in small circles, the nub getting plumper. I leave her clit, going down, my finger slipping inside her. Now it’s my moan that’s swallowed by our kiss. I finger her while our kiss becomes erratic while our needs become more than we know what to do with. I feel her pussy get wetter, so I slip another finger in her. Her pussy starts to get tighter and tighter, her breathing coming harder as well. Our lips slip away from each other, her moans now filling the silence that was in the room.

  “Please.” She is begging me. I don’t stop. I just look down at my fingers disappearing in her. My thumb goes up to put pressure on her clit while my fingers continue to fuck her. “Oh, God,” she continues saying while she turns on her back, her legs opening more. “Don’t stop,” she says right before she finally comes all over my fingers. Her eyes close while her head goes back and her back arches up.

  I watch her eyes open as soon as her pussy stops pulsing on my fingers. I pull them out, bringing them to my mouth where I lick them clean while she watches me. Her legs are still open for me. I lean over and grab a condom out of the bedside drawer. I bought them on the way home. Grabbing one, I open it with my teeth while I get on my knees in the middle of her open legs. “I promise it will be longer next time,” I tell her, knowing that the minute my cock enters her I might shoot off.

  She smiles at me while I roll the condom on.

  I rub my cock up and down her slit, getting her wetness on my cock. Leaning in, I put my cock at her entrance, pushing in a little. “Fuck,” I say out loud, her pussy squeezing the shit out of me. My body hovers over her, my weight straight on my elbows. “Let me in, baby,” I whisper to her, leaning down to kiss her while my hips thrust in a little bit at a time, in and out, her pussy getting wetter. Her pussy squeezes me, our lips never leaving each other while her back arches, making me lose my mind, making me thrust all the way in. Her lips leave mine while she moans out. “Are you okay?” I ask her, but she doesn’t answer. Instead, her legs wrap around my hips. I take t
hat as go ahead, so I pull out and slam back in. This time I moan out.

  I pump into her twice more, till she starts thrusting her hips up to me. “You're going to come on my cock.” I thrust in hard. “Come all over me.” I thrust again once and then twice. I know she’s close, so I put my hand between us, playing with her clit, her breathing coming in huffs, and the moaning starts. “So tight.” I continue pounding away. “Babe,” I tell her while my balls start to get tight.

  “I’m going to come,” she says right before she squeezes me, pulsing around my cock. I thrust in one more time till I plant myself inside her and throw my head back, coming inside her.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Karrie

  I’m having the best dream ever, or is it a dream? I open my eyes the minute his tongue slips inside me. I look down at Matthew’s face in the middle of my legs. My hand goes into his head, pulling his hair to get him to stop, yet my legs tighten around his face. “Matthew,” I say softly just as his tongue leaves me and goes to my clit, where he bites it softly then licks, and bites down harder, making me come with a moan. I haven’t even finished my orgasm and he is sliding into me. Hard.

  His body hovers over me, my legs wrapping around his waist, my arms around his neck, pulling his lips down to mine. My tongue teases his lips while he grunts out with each thrust. Going harder and harder. Our breaths get heavier and heavier. Our bodies slap together. No words are needed. My legs tighten around him as soon as I know I’m going to come again. He must feel it because his thrusts come harder and shorter, till he pulls completely out and then slams into me. We don’t say anything, his body collapsing on top of me, turning me so I’m on top of him.

  “Morning,” I tell him, kissing underneath his chin.

  “Afternoon.” He laughs out, hugging me closer on his chest. We are in another hotel room. This time in Florida. We play the Tigers tonight. We are starting on a three-day road trip. Florida first, Tampa Hurricanes, and the last stop will be Dallas Rockies.

  I’m about to answer him when there’s a knock on my door. I watch his eyebrows pinch together. I jump up, almost hitting him in the balls, watching him wince and roll off the bed while I grab the robe next to the bed. I wait for him to run into his room before I open the door, shocked that it’s Max.

  “Hey,” I say, grabbing the robe at the collar, closing it tighter.

  He comes in to lean on the doorjamb. “Wow, you look beautiful when you wake up.” He smiles at me.

  “Is there something you need, Max?” I ask him, still holding the doorknob in my hand.

  “I was wondering if perhaps I can entice you to join me for breakfast and then maybe a walk on the beach.” He stands up now, putting his hands in his pockets.

  “Umm.” I’m about to answer him when I feel heat at my back.

  “What happened to the two blondes you brought back to your room? Did they run away when they saw your pencil dick?”

  Max smirks at me. “So what do you say, Karrie? Have breakfast with me.”

  “She’ll pass,” Matthew says, slamming the door in his face.

  I turn around to see that he has thrown on a pair of gym shorts, with them hanging on his hips.

  “That was rude,” I tell him, crossing my arms over my chest. “I could have handled that, I’ll have you know.”

  “Are you really going to have a fit because I sent the douche away?” Oh. Fuck. No.

  “Did you just say I’m having a fit?” I walk past him to the bathroom where I walk in and slam the door. “A fit.” I laugh to myself. “A fit.” I shake my head while I turn on the water and step inside the shower. “I don’t have fits, jackass.” I put my face into the water. “Fits, pfft.” I continue talking to myself right before I feel two hands grab my breasts.

  “Calm down there, I don’t want to fight because of Max,” he says while his fingers start rolling my nipples between his fingers. My head falls back on his chest, his cock literally poking me in the back.

  “We aren’t in a fight because of Max. We are having a disagreement because you’re a jackass who doesn’t know when to use words.” I’m about to say something else, but his hands drift down to between my legs, his fingers finding my sensitive area. “This doesn’t mean I’m not mad at you.” My hands roam to the back where I fist his cock in my hand. Two can play this game, stroking him up and down. “You can’t keep doing that.” I stroke him while his fingers slip inside me, my feet going to my tippy toes. “Secret. Remember?” I open my legs a bit more. I turn around, where I lean up for him to kiss me and that he does. He kisses me deeply while I stroke his cock with one hand and he fingers me. His cock grows in my hands, so I know he’s close. My eyes open and my head goes back while I come on his fingers and he comes on mine.

  Now here we are five hours later on the way to the arena for the game tonight. I’m walking next to him while he has his earphones in his ears. The minute we step off the elevator he goes into game mode. The arena is one street over, so we opted to walk instead of taking a car over. I don’t say anything to him when we get there because the camera crews are already there, so instead I walk to the side where Mindy is waiting for the players to come by.

  “Hey there,” I say to her, smiling while she hands me a Starbucks cup. “Oh, thank you so much.”

  “Well, I kind of need a favor, so that’s to butter you up.” She starts saying to me. “We have two functions going on in November and another in December and I was hoping you could drag Matthew to them. He’s heating up the ice, his game is on point, and he’s the big talk on the circuit.”

  I take a sip of the coffee. “Next time lead with wine. What functions exactly?” I ask her.

  “We have the Pediatrics Dinner with a secret auction. The kids love Matthew. Then we have the team Christmas Party. So far he told me a fuck no to the second and a maybe to the first.” She tilts her head.

  “That sounds about right.”

  “I even told him he could bring a date for that night and he glared at me. I think he just needs to get laid,” she says, leaning in, almost whispering, “I don’t know how you deal with him.”

  “Yeah, it’s been really hard lately.” I smile to myself, thinking of the pun I just did. Her phone rings and she excuses herself.

  I turn to walk away and come face to face with Max again. Jesus, what is it with him today?

  “There you are,” he says to me, pulling his buds out of his ears.

  “Here I am,” I say to him.

  “Sorry about before. I should have known you would have your toddler with you.” He tries to be funny. “So about dinner.”

  “Max, listen, I don’t want to be rude, but I’m really not interested.” I try to continue but more guys come in, all yelling at us saying hello. Max nods at me and walks in with his teammates, making me blow out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

  I walk down the same corridor as the guys, heading to one of the boxes that our team has during the game. The television is blaring in the background.

  “Matthew Grant is on point. I have to say it’s great to see this kid skating again. By seeing some of the plays he’s been doing it’s only going to be a matter of time before he’s placed in the top line. The question is who is going to be knocked down?”

  I listen to the sport reporter talk about everyone on the team with their stats. I sit here, pride washing over me. He is killing it and I couldn’t be more proud. When the puck drops three hours later, Matthew’s line is the first one on the ice, where it takes them eleven seconds to find the back of the net. Their tic-tac-toe passing makes it really a team effort.

  The rest of the game is even better with him scoring his first hat trick of the season, giving him the most ice time of the team. Everyone is celebrating the win except Max, who slams his stick on the boards and walks back to the dressing room.

  I get a text from Matthew while I’m walking outside of the lodge.

  Will be here for a while. Interviews and stuff. Meet me back at the hotel.<
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  Great game, Grant. I send him back a response, walking out with Mindy.

  I’m in the hotel room for about an hour watching television when the phone rings with Matthew’s ring tone. Something that he changed when I wasn’t paying attention. Now it’s set to “Sexy Bitch” when he calls.

  “Hello,” I say, tossing the remote back on the bed.

  “Come down to the hotel bar. We are going to eat here.”

  I can barely hear him.

  “Please?” I say into the phone.

  “Please with a cherry on top.” He laughs at me and hangs up.

  Grabbing my jacket, I head downstairs. I have changed out of my skirt to a pair of black jeans with a white tank top and a black leather jacket to tie up the look. I put my heels on, making it classy-ish.

  I make my way down to the hotel bar and I’m shocked to see it completely crammed. I see different players from the team. They all give me the chin up when I walk in. I spot Matthew at the bar with Phil. The two of them are surrounded by five girls. My heart starts to beat a bit faster when I see one of them lean in and whisper something into Matthew’s ear. I’m about to leave when he notices me. He gets off his stool, pushing the girl aside, walking up to me.

  “There you are,” he says once he gets close enough to me.

  “Here I am,” I say with a forced smile on my face. Looking over his shoulder, I see two of the girls glare in my direction. “I didn’t know it would be this busy.”

  “Come on. I ordered you a glass of wine.” He pulls me by my hand to the bar, giving me the stool he was sitting on.

  “There she is, the good luck charm,” Phil says while he grabs his beer, bringing the bottle to his lips.

  “Here I am.” I pick up the glass of wine that’s sitting down next to Phil’s beer and Matthew’s water bottle.

  “Are you like his sister or something?” one of the blondes asks while twirling her hair.

  “Nope, I’m his chaperone,” I say, drinking another sip.