by Carina Adams
Chapter 23
Matty
I paused, mesmerized as I looked down at the beautiful woman in my bed. I was terrified that if I blinked she’d disappear, that this would all be a dream. I couldn’t really be this lucky, right? I had done nothing to deserve someone like her. In fact, I’d done just the opposite, and at any moment fate was going to step in and say, “Ha-ha, just kidding!” The thought scared me shitless, freezing me in place.
She lifted an eyebrow, watching me as intently as I was her, and then smirked. “Well…” she trailed off as her finger tips climbed up my arms, “I thought I’d at least get a kiss when I said yes.”
I laughed, leaning down to press my lips against hers. I met her eyes, knowing that she’d see the hunger mine were barely containing. She shifted her legs to the outside of mine and thrust herself against me. She’d seen the look, all right, and she wanted what it had promised.
There were still way too many pieces of clothing between us. I pushed away, sitting back on my knees, and yanked her shirt up and over her head. She pulled her knees to her chest, as if giving me permission to remove her panties, but I was too impatient, ripping them off instead.
She yelped in surprise and then giggled as she wrapped her legs around my waist and tugged me down on top of her. “Better?” Her words held a teasing note, but I couldn’t do anything more than grunt a response. Her hands had wound themselves tightly in my hair, fingers digging into my scalp, and her heels were grinding into my ass cheeks as if she were trying to make sure I didn’t move.
I framed her head with my forearms, trying to hold some of my weight off her. The move made my chest push into her perfect tits, nipples hard in anticipation. I fucking loved feeling her like this. Skin on skin was the only way I ever wanted to be with Jo. “So fuckin’ much!”
Wrapping my fingers in her crazy curls, I started in on her neck, licking and nipping, finding the perfect balance between soothing little kisses and the sharp sting of pain that made her fucking crazy as I moved up to her ear and over to her lips and back down. I feasted on her skin, enjoying the salty taste and scent of vanilla while she squirmed beneath me. Her hands traced my back, my biceps, and my head as she begged me for more.
I pushed myself off her slightly, arms flexed, knowing how much she loved the feel of my muscles under her hands, and kissed my way down. I didn’t consider myself a breast man. Then again, I wasn’t an ass man, either. I was simply a man that worshiped every inch of the female form. Jo’s body, though, called to me in a way no other woman’s had. Every inch of her held a secret that turned me on.
I loved her tits—fuck, I could easily spend an entire night just worshiping her nipples and giving them the attention they deserved. Each breast filled up a palm, and I had big fucking hands. They were soft and perfectly round, tipped with little pink nubs that grew when I sucked on them. I pulled one into my mouth now while my fingers rolled and squeezed the other. Using just the tips of my teeth, I closed down, adding enough pressure to make Jo cry out. Chuckling, I dragged my mouth away from her and kissed down the valley and back up, closing teeth over the other nipple.
“Matty!” Joes groaned, fingers jerking my head back harshly. “God, Matty! Kiss me!”
I couldn’t deny her even if I wanted to, and I abandoned my post to find her mouth, warm and inviting. Sometimes I forgot how much my girl liked to kiss. If she had her way, we’d make out like horny teenagers every chance we got. I didn’t have a thing against kissing, I fucking loved kissing her. Right now, though, there were other lips that were crying out for my attention. I moaned in anticipation.
After a quick battle of our tongues, Jo sighed as I backed away again, biting her lip lightly as I did. She was coming apart beneath me, making those noises I loved—the same ones that had haunted my dreams over the last few months without her. That didn’t matter now, I reminded myself, because she was mine and was never leaving again.
Legs wrapped tighter around my waist and she shifted again, trying to get my dick where she wanted it. I smiled against a breast. Jo was eager, but she was gonna wait. I tweaked a nipple on the way down, and, leaning all my weight onto my knees and her center, reached around my back to unhitch her legs. She whined an argument, but I ignored it, and slid further down her body before she could stop me.
Realizing what I was doing, she jerked and tried to clench her thighs together. I was already between them so her efforts were pointless, but she tried to sit up and push me off her anyway. I reached up, found a shoulder, and shoved her back down.
“Matty! God, no, Matt! I haven’t shaved... I didn’t take a shower…” I ‘Mmhmm’d’ against her most sensitive skin, knowing the vibration would make her wetter than she already was. It worked, and she seemed to lose all conscious thought, even though she continued to babble and try to stop me. Like either of those excuses would stop me from tasting my piece of heaven. She was going to be my wife. It was time for her to realize that this body was mine, and I would never have my fill of kissing it, fucking it, or eating it.
Her weak attempts at discouraging me turned to loud moans of ecstasy as my tongue swirled around her clit before I sucked it in and then found a punishing rhythm. It was only seconds before she was moaning and crying out, bucking beneath me, unable to keep her first climax at bay. “God, Matty!” she squealed, hands trying to force my head away. “Stop. Stop! I can’t take it!”
I didn’t stop. Instead, I inserted a finger, then two, finding her spot almost immediately. When I said her body called to me, I’d meant it. Most men couldn’t find the fucking thing if they had a road map, but it was like Jo’s had a magnet that drew me right to it. My bedroom was filled with screams as she came again, this time gushing all over me. I wiped my chin on the insides of her thighs, proud as a peacock. The stubble on my chin rubbed her sensitive skin, making her cry out again and milk the fingers I still had inside her.
Me. No one else had ever made her feel the way I do. No one else made her come the way I do. She never had, and never would, love anyone the way she loves me. Her gasped words weren’t just a boost for my ego, they set my heart flying and made my dick harden even more. She was mine. Her body belonged to me now. It was about time she realized that there was not another soul on this planet that could do to her what I could. I would fucking destroy anyone that tried.
The thought pushed its way into my mind and wouldn’t leave. Were there other men out there that lusted after what was mine? The realization that there were had me pulling my fingers out of her, grabbing my boxers, shoving them down, and quickly repositioning myself before driving into her hard, silencing her “Fuck me Matty! Please fuck me!” pleas.
I stopped, groaning at the soft wet heat that engulfed me. “Christ, Joes!” She moved her hips below me, trying to get me to hurry, but my hands grabbed them and held them down. If she kept moving, this was going to be over a lot sooner than either of us wanted. I leaned onto her again, kissing her with more restraint than I realized I still had. Teeth gnashed against teeth and lips crushed against lips as we lost ourselves in each other.
Her muscles tightened around my dick, as if taking his hand and begging him to come out and play. I backed out a little, and then drove myself back in roughly. Her eyes opened slightly and she smiled at me as she tipped her head back into the pillow as far as it would go, looking every bit the sexy little temptress I knew she was. I swiveled my hips and instantly she was moaning, teeth sinking into her bottom lip in an effort to hold back some of her sounds.
I had wanted to go slow, to drag out this moment for as long as possible and be as gentle as I could. But, seeing the love in her eyes mixed with pure carnal need, I couldn’t hold back anymore. Grabbing her hands, I entwined our fingers, smiling to myself as I felt my ring on her finger, and forced them over her head, pulling out and thrusting again. She struggled against my hands for a few seconds, trying to get free so she could no doubt rake those nails down my skin. Fuck, I wanted her nails to dig into me. The thoug
ht of the stinging pain that only came from sex with Joes made me pull out all the way before I slammed back in.
She responded, thrusting in perfect time to me. That was all it took. Suddenly, I wasn’t celebrating the fact that she’d agreed to be my forever and I wasn’t a man fucking his girlfriend senseless. I was an animal in heat, pounding relentlessly into the bewitching creature under me, needing only to release into her, marking her mine forever.
“This pussy belongs to me, Joes.” I ground out as I hammered into her. “You hear me? It’s mine.” She half-nodded, as if agreeing with me, but that wasn’t enough. I pushed every inch of me into her and stopped, leaning over her. “Jo, who does this tight little pussy belong to?” I was out of breath and my voice was low, but the look she gave me said she heard me just fine.
The little minx cocked an eyebrow. “Right now, it belongs to you.” The words drew a feral response from somewhere inside me, even though I could see the glint of challenge in her eyes. Fuck that. It belonged to me. Always.
I forgot I was trying to keep her hands off me and moved mine to her ass, grabbing her hard and yanking her butt off the bed. I drove into her until I couldn’t go any further. There was absolutely no room between us. The sound of my hand colliding with her flesh cut through the room, making her spit out a moaning laugh while her insides clenched me tight. “Who does this perfect cunt belong to?”
Her lips moved into a grin as fingernails dug into my lower back and clawed their way up. She bit the front of my shoulder, hard enough for me to jump, while clamping onto me on the inside again. Then, smirking, she challenged with a honey smooth voice, “Why don’t you show me who my perfect,” clench and release, “tight,” harder squeeze, “little,” release, grasp, release, “pussy belongs to, Matty.”
I shuddered, closing my eyes and biting my lip, desperately trying to hold on. I never came until my partner was satisfied, usually more than once, but Jo and her kegelkunt were destroying every ounce of self-restraint I had. It felt like I was getting the best blowjob I’d ever had while being fucked senseless at the same time. The sensation was beyond words. I wasn’t ready to come yet, but if she kept it up, I’d blow.
Leaning down, I kissed her. Not like earlier, but slow and tender. I hoped it told her how much I loved her, how there wasn’t a single thing I wouldn’t do for her. She sighed happily and then her hands were back in my hair, holding my face to hers. I moved back just enough to rub my nose against hers. “I love you.”
“Matty.” It came out as a plea, but she didn’t have to say more. I’d calmed down enough that I could get back to my task and show her exactly who she, and every part of her anatomy, belonged to. Teeth bit, fingers grasped, and I moved in and out of her fast and hard.
Jo wasn’t quiet. Neither was I. We were lost in a sea of feeling, every touch igniting a response that couldn’t be tamed. I didn’t care that my room was in the middle of the clubhouse, with thin sheetrock walls that allowed my brothers to hear a whispered conversation, let alone the pounding of my headboard and the screams of my fiancé. Let them listen to what I did to her, know what she did to me. She was mine, and I was staking my claim.
She came with a strangled cry, and I followed seconds later, pumping every last drop into her and then collapsing onto her, utterly spent. We were soaked, her hair plastered to her head as if she’d just run the fastest mile of her life, and our skin was red and sticky. I’d never seen her look more beautiful than she did that second.
Reluctantly, I pulled out, making us both groan at the loss of contact. I moved my head to the pillow next to hers and yanked her into me, arms tight around her. I was exhausted but I wouldn’t let my eyes close. I’d never felt like this. I was completely satiated, but I wanted to do it all over again, just to have her body under mine, just to have her respond the way she did.
Yet, thinking about it now made me realize I had felt this way before. Last summer, when I’d made love to her for the first time, this same eternal need for her had lingered, but I’d blamed it on the alcohol. She’d stumbled home from Hooligans, drunk as a fucking skunk, and had started to strip off her clothes before I’d had a chance to lock the door. I hadn’t had as much to drink, but with her being so close, thinking clearly was a challenge. When I managed to push her away, telling her that we couldn’t have sex, she’d thrown her shirt back on and told me if I wouldn’t fuck her, she’d find someone that would. That was all it took.
The thought of her with another man made me see red. I’d pushed her against the wall and kissed her. I considered walking away, but I didn’t have enough fight in me. I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted anyone. When she took off every inch of clothing she’d had on, I carried her to the bed and fucked her so carefully and slowly it was almost painful for me. I’d been afraid she’d realize what we were doing and make me stop. But, she hadn’t.
Instead, the touches, kisses, and words we’d exchanged set the night on fire. I couldn’t get enough of her. She begged me for more, and I was more than happy to give. We’d spent the entire night forgetting that we were supposed to be just friends and that she was married to someone else. I should have realized that our reactions to each other, that the amazing sex we’d had over and over that night, was not a side effect of great whiskey. No, it had been the evidence of two people so in love with each other that we couldn’t do anything but show it.
Or it had been Jo’s magic pussy. I snorted as the thought filtered across my mind.
Shit! I’d laughed when one of my brothers had coined that term a few years ago, saying there was no way in hell any woman’s twat was so amazing that I would overlook every single flaw she had. I got it now, though. There was not one annoying trait she had that I wouldn’t overlook. Not a single thing I wouldn’t do for her. Or it, that perfect magic pussy. I chuckled again, running my hands over the softness of her stomach and down to the spot that had me hypnotized.
“What’s so funny?” she asked sleepily, opening her legs for my fingers.
I shook my head, but leaned down to kiss her temple. “I can’t get enough of you, you know that, right?”
She nodded, shifting her body to reach for me, voice suddenly husky. “And I don’t want you to.”
Chapter 24
Matty
The quick double knock halted her warm, wet mouth mid bob, and I instantly lifted her up off me, tossed her to the top of the bed, and was on top of her, sheltering her naked back from whoever was stupid enough to throw open my door before I called them in. Jo’s eyes were wide, alternating between surprise and humor, as she looked up at me over her shoulder, waiting for our uninvited guest to say something. We both knew whoever it was had seen more of our nakedness than they bargained for.
“Jesus!” Rob cleared his throat. For someone that just walked into my room without an ounce of warning, he sounded extremely disgusted and offended. “I figured it was so quiet that you two had decided to take a much needed break. Maybe you’d even passed out or some shit. Christ, how do you have so much energy as hung ovah as you must be?”
I shrugged, keeping my eyes on the incredibly sexy back in front of me and the ink next to her spine—I hadn’t even begun to explore that part of her yet today, and I wanted to trace those words with my tongue. “I’ve got my own version of Red Bull right here, ‘cept she tastes a helluva lot sweeter. I could eat it all day.” Jo’s cheeks turned beet red before she buried her face in the bedclothes, and Rocker groaned quietly in disgust. I leaned down, kissing her bare neck, wanting to get back to what we’d been doing before he’d barged in. “What the fuck do you want?”
“We have court.”
“Now?” I started tracing her shoulder blades and was rewarded with a shiver. How would she react when it was my mouth?
“Yeah.”
I lifted my head just enough to turn and look at him. “It can’t wait an hour?”
He snorted. “Bein’ a bit generous arentchya?” I answered him with a middle finger. He only smiled and s
hook his head. “No. It can’t even wait the five minutes your Mr. Wiggly will need, Minuteman.”
“Twenty,” Jo spoke meekly, almost muffled by the pillows, “He needs twenty minutes.” Then she started giggling. “’Cause that’s all it’ll take.” I was never going to live that down. Her laughter was contagious though, and within moments, I’d joined her.
“I gotta go, baby. We’ll pick this up later?” She nodded, offering me her lips. I moved to the edge of the bed, careful to pull the blanket over her as I did. Once she, and every glorious piece of her, was covered, I stood and faced my best friend.
“Missing something?” His eyes moved over me, unimpressed. He’d seen me naked plenty of times, in so many different situations I couldn’t even begin to recall them all, and now he didn’t even pretend to turn away.
“Here.” The uncontrollable laughter coming from the bed made me turn. If I didn’t know who I’d buried under my comforter, I wouldn’t have known it was her. All that stuck out was a slim hand holding the boxers she’d yanked off me just a few minutes ago. A hand that held my grandmother’s wedding ring on the fourth finger.
I took the underwear, stepping into them and pulling them up slowly, trying to decide how to play it. Turning, I found my jeans from last night on the chair. Maybe Rocker hadn’t seen it. I didn’t bother throwing on my shirt, because if I had my way, I’d be back and in bed with Joes before she even knew I was missing.
“I’ll be right back. Don’t move,” I growled as I kneeled on the bed, kissing a spot on the blanket where it covered her lower belly.
“Bye L.K.,” Rocker called. Another giggle and a wave was the only response she made before I shut the door behind us. He took a few steps down the hall before turning back. “Really?”
