by Ali Parker
"Hell yes." She rolled down her window and moved up to her knees, leaving me smiling harder than I had in a long time.
She was the girl for me. I had no doubt.
***
"I got you a hot dog. That all right?" I handed her one of the three hot dogs I had in my hands as the crowd jumped up and down around us.
"Absolutely." She bounced on the balls of her feet a few more times before stopping and panting softly.
"I like that bouncing thing." I glanced down at her breasts as she swatted at me.
"Where is the shy guy I fell for two years ago?" She took the hot dog and took a huge bite of it.
I reached out and wiped the ketchup off the side of her lip before licking it off my fingers.
"You've had a crush on me for two years? Why didn't you say something? I could have been taking advantage of your weakness for me a long time ago."
She laughed and pushed her shoulder against mine before turning back to the stage and hopping up and down.
I leaned down and picked up my beer, draining half of it as thunder cracked against the sky. A storm was headed our way, and with the roof open and the band singing their guts out, it was perfect. The heavens would open up soon, and I couldn't help but wonder if Erica would be willing to dance in the rain with me. Something told me she would enjoy it as much as I would.
I downed my hot dogs and finished my beer by the time she dropped down in the seat next to me, covered in sweat.
"I like you like this." I reached over and gripped the back of her head before pulling her in tightly and kissing her several times in succinct fashion.
"I like you however you come." She glanced up at the sky and blinked a few times. "It's going to start storming soon."
"Good. I can't wait to see what color your bra is under that pretty shirt you got on." I chuckled and released her as she gave me a shocked look.
"You're not at all the guy I thought you were." She turned and slid her hands up my chest. "Or maybe you're exactly who I expected to encounter when you let your guard down."
"I'm still me." I cupped her face as big fat rain drops fell from the sky. "I'm just another part of him."
"I like it." She lifted up on her toes as I moved down to meet her. The kiss was deep and so fucking right. It left my insides in knots, my body tight and cock rock hard.
"You sure, Erica?" I kissed her again. "I've been holding myself back for so damn long."
She ran her fingers down my cheeks and brushed her nose by mine before licking at my lips. "Get me out of here. I've been waiting for this night for two years. I'm sick of pretending I'm not tripping over myself to have you above me."
"Yeah." I kissed her a few more times and slid my hands over her hips to grip the top of her perfect little ass. "Let's go."
She pulled from me and reached back. I took her hand and let her lead us to the edge of the crowd before moving out in front of her and pushing through the larger group of people still enjoying the concert. She tucked herself against my back and everything fell into place. I wasn't a follower. I just needed the right woman behind me to remind me that I was the leader I was born to be. My path just might look a little different than most.
Stop getting ahead of yourself. This isn't a fucking Disney movie.
Doubt raped my insides as I turned and walked through the parking lot with her jogging beside me to keep up. I wanted to stay in the moment, but the same demons that reared their ugly ass heads to beat me down seemed to show up at the worst possible time.
I helped her get into the car and made my way over to my side of the car.
"Just be yourself tonight. She'll love you or hate you in the morning. Any way you look at it, you were true to form." I got in the car and glanced over at her. "Tonight was fun."
"Tonight just started." She worked her hair into a messy bun as I pulled out of the parking lot and tried not to react as she leaned over the console and brushed her cheek by my erection.
"Shit," I mumbled and brushed her hair back as she worked on my zipper.
"I want you." She glanced up as if asking my permission.
"Have me." I unbuckled my seatbelt and helped her work my jeans over my hips. My cock popped out of my briefs as she tugged them down, the bastard thick and happy to be free.
"So hot," she murmured and ran her tongue up my length.
"Stop talking and see how much of it you can get inside of you." I gripped her hair tightly and moved her over to take me in. The aggressive bastard inside of me woke up, and I lifted my hips as she moved her soft lips down my shaft.
Her groan caused my balls to tighten, and I pulled at her hair, forcing her back up before setting up a rhythm that would have me crying uncle sooner than I wanted to. She used her hands, her lips, and warm, wet tongue to bring me to the edge before moving back and pinching the tip of my dick.
"Not yet," she barked at me and glanced up, giving me a warning look.
It would seem that I wasn't the only one hiding a part of myself. I bit my lips and nodded as I tried to get my body to comply with her demands.
She moved back to hover over the top of me and let hell reign down on me as I groaned and thrusted as hard as I could. She didn't seem to mind at all.
"Drink it, Erica," I groaned as I threw the car in park on the side of the road and glanced down to watch her finish the job.
The cry that left me filled up the car as I exploded. She didn't stop her assault until I pulled at her hair and let out a shaky sigh.
"Enough, baby. That's enough."
"More." She swatted my hands away and went back down on me.
I nodded and let my head drop back as every cell in my body illuminated with pleasure. My words were barely legible to my own ears as I whispered roughly.
"Whatever you want. Take it. Take it from me."
Chapter 14
Erica
We barely made it inside the door to my condo before he pulled my shirt off. I'd never experienced passion like that before. I'd only been with Tanner, but we'd had some fantastic romps in the sheets. Fear blazed through me that I wouldn’t be enough, but the feel of Matt's hands tearing at my clothes and the wetness of his tongue against my neck and the tops of my breasts decimated any thoughts from my mind. Carnality took over and I dove in headfirst.
"God, I need you," he groaned against my throat as he ground into me. I pushed off the wall he had me pressed against and broke away from him.
"Come with me into the bedroom." My walk turned into a jog as he jogged after me. I moaned loudly as he crashed into me and lifted me off my feet, tackling me to the sheets and turning me over roughly.
"My turn to taste you, you naughty bitch." He pulled at my jeans, tugging them over my hips without undoing them.
"Only for you," I mumbled and worked to help him get me free from my pants. I started to work on my panties, but he grasped my hands tightly and glanced up.
"No. You're mine to unwrap. Lay there and do what I tell you to do." He lifted up and kissed me hard, forcing his tongue into my mouth and pressing his strong body against mine. This was the guy he'd kept locked up. Excitement tore through me.
"And if I don't?" I lifted my leg and brushed my knee beside his face as he moved down to hover above my mound.
"I would offer to spank you, but something tells me you might beg for that." He smiled up at me before leaning down and running his tongue over the front of my panties. "You want me down here?"
"Fuck yes. Don't stop until you have your fill." I figured I'd better fight fire with fire.
"I won't." He jerked my panties to the side and laid waste to what I imagined to be the perfect orgasm. His tongue and fingers played me like a well-worn fiddle and I found myself twitching and whimpering like a needy whore within minutes. He trapped my legs beneath his strong shoulders and brought me over the edge three times before I could force him off of me.
I rolled onto my stomach and panted loudly as stars danced behind my closed eyes. Never in a mill
ion years had I expected pleasure to be so intense, so demanding of me.
"I've got a pack of condoms in my bag. Wait here." He gripped my ass with both hands and leaned down to lick at me a few more times from behind.
I moaned and pressed back against him, finding myself addicted to the pleasure he could provide. It scared me how fast he'd learned the movements that made me purr like a kitten.
There was nothing left to do but enjoy the ecstasy of the moment. I slid my hands along my cold sheets and pressed my face to the comfort they offered, but kept my ass in the air. The alpha male that had taken over my creative billionaire was worthy of my worship and would probably shock the world if they ever got the chance to see him, but they wouldn't. He would never allow that.
That I had was saying a lot. Too much maybe.
"God, you're beautiful, woman. Did you know that?" He moved up on the bed behind me.
"Why did you bring condoms to Seattle?" I moved up to my hands and knees and pressed back as he rubbed his erection against me.
"Because I knew there was a slim chance that I was going to let myself go with you."
"Did you just bring them for me?" I didn't want to ask because honestly I didn't want the answer to be anything that would shut the night down.
"You know I care about you, right?" He moved over the top of me and pressed his fists into the bed beside mine as he pressed the head of his cock inside of me.
A guttural sound ripped from my chest as I pressed back on him. I needed everything he was going to give me. It had been so damn long since I'd let myself be handled by a man. Every part of me screamed for a long night of drowning in his tight grip, his dark scent, his demanding tone.
"I know you do." I let my head drop as he kissed the top of my neck and whispered so softly that I almost didn't hear him.
"Good. Remember that while I fuck you like I don't." He moved up to his knees and gripped my hips as I pushed back, taking another inch inside of me.
"More," I moaned, growing impatient.
"All you can handle, Erica." He thrusted one good time and bumped his hips against my ass hard.
The sound of us enjoying the deep penetration left me shaking. He was my mate. Whether he chose to run from it or dive in deep with me would be the question, but whether we belonged together wasn't even a thought at that point. I knew we did.
"Grip the sheets." He ran his strong hands up my back and tightened his hold on my shoulder with one hand as the other slipped into my hair and pulled back, forcing me to arch my back. "There you go. Just hold that position and enjoy what I'm about to do to you."
I bit my lip to keep another whimper inside, but the minute he started to open me up with his hard thrusts and tight grip, I let myself go, making all the sounds that accompany that type of sex.
Sweat dripped down the side of my neck as he leaned over and pressed his chest to my back as he continued to work me deep and slow. Pressure built up inside my stomach until I screamed his name and rocked back against his cock, taking my orgasm to a new height.
"I'm gonna join you." He licked the side of my neck and kissed my ear as he trapped my head in his hands and moaned his orgasm into my ear, never once relenting or being shy about it. His aggression was beautiful, his passion blistering hot.
The night would be etched across my soul for as long as I drew breath. I just prayed like hell that it wouldn’t be the last time I'd feel him pressed to the top of me.
***
"You want a glass of water?" I kissed his chest one more time as I lay tucked against his side. We were still trying to catch our breath from the long love-making session that started back at the concert.
"I'd love one." He brushed his fingers by my shoulder and pulled me down for another long kiss. "You want me to get it for us?"
"No, I'm good." I got up and walked to the kitchen naked and feeling far more free than I had in a long time. My body ached already, the delicious warmth of where he'd been a quick reminder that I wanted him there again as many times as I could handle until he got back on the plane.
It can't just be about lust. It's not lust for you. It's love.
But would he understand that? I would look like a stalker if I told him just how deep my feelings ran for him. I got us a big glass of ice water and walked languidly back toward the bedroom. The sound of his breathing caused my heart to flutter in my chest. Matthew Bryant was in my bed, naked and sweaty because of me.
I had no doubt that he would hurt me far more than Tanner ever could, but there was no running from him. I'd been waiting too long for the possibility that he might take his fucking blinders off and see me. Really see me.
"Thank you." He sat up and took the glass of water from me, downing it in a few large gulps. He growled and dropped back in the bed as I took the glass and set it on the nightstand.
"Did you like the concert? The part we got to see?" I crawled up beside him and snuggled in next to him as he wrapped his strong arms around me and forced me on my side. He moved up behind me and tucked his large body against mine, his erection seemingly harder than it was when we started that night.
"Loved it. The band still has their shit together." He kissed my upper back. "Sorry I pulled you out of there early, but it was worth it. I've wanted to have you in my bed for as long as I've known you."
I chuckled. "Hopefully my bed will do this time. Maybe when I come visit you in Dallas we break your bed in."
"I'd like that a lot." He squeezed me tightly and released as he let out a long sigh. "You still up for letting me paint a picture of you? I think the caveat was that I do it when you’re nude because I hadn't seen you naked before. I have now. Am I still going to get the pleasure of staring at you for hours on end with nothing blocking my view?"
I could feel him smile against my back and couldn't help but smile with him.
"I want you to capture the picture however you want it. I'm happy wearing something you choose or I'll pose nude for you. I have no doubt that you'll make the piece everything it should be."
"I will. I promise." He nestled my neck and slid his hand down my side. "I want you again tonight, but I'm so damn tired. I know you have to be too."
"I am, but I hate the idea of wasting my time with you." I yawned and rolled my hips, massaging his erection with my ass slowly.
"Mmmmm... you're going to get me going again, Erica."
"And that's a bad thing?" I turned my head to look over my shoulder as he moved up and pressed his lips to mine.
"Not at all. Come up here and ride me. I wanna watch you enjoy yourself." He moved back and reached over to grab another condom.
I crawled on top of him and pressed my hands to his chest as I arched my back and welcomed him back inside of my body.
He gripped my hips tightly and closed his eyes as his chin lifted toward the ceiling. Moonlight danced across the beautiful expanse of his chest and all thought left my mind. All I wanted was to bring him pleasure.
"Tell me what you want from me," I whispered as I leaned down and pressed my breasts to his chest.
"For you to fuck me." He gripped my thighs and lifted his hips. "Hard and fast."
"Be careful of what you wish for." I reached up and gripped the headboard tightly before glancing down at him through my extended arms.
"I know exactly what I'm asking for and I want every ounce of it. Don't relent no matter what." He lifted up and sucked my nipple deep into his mouth as I bucked my hips and worked him just the way he'd requested.
He met me stroke for stroke and took time to kiss and lick each of my breasts before rolling us and pressing himself deeper inside of me.
"You feel so damn good. Like you were made for me." He pressed his mouth to the side of my neck and slipped his hands between me and the bed to grip my ass tightly. His assault was delicious and left my body opening up to him in ways I didn't think possible. He lifted up and rolled his sexy hips, working me over the edge once more before he joined me. He collapsed on top of me and wrapped
me in a tight hug that I wished would never end before whispering words I'd give anything to make come true.
"Marry me?" He laughed before moving up to kiss me and steal my breath for the final time that night.
Chapter 15
Matt
She was more than I ever imagined possible, and making love to her had to be one of the biggest highs of my life, but laying there afterward let worry set in. Was I too rough? Too aggressive? Would she think I was a cock for pushing her around and treating her like an object?
Had I treated her like an object? The thought caused my stomach to turn.
I turned to glance at the clock after laying there for what felt like forever. 3 a.m.
The sexy curves of her body just under the sheet called to me as she lay on her side, her breathing deep and peaceful. So much of me wanted to snuggle into the back of her and tell her that I was in love with her, but it was selfish. She wanted something in life that I doubted I could give her.
I hadn't done much with myself and at twenty-eight I was without a job, a defined future or a paycheck. I was still sucking off my father even though I'd made the decision after college to cut ties with his bankroll.
My pulse spiked as indecision ran through me and I bordered a panic attack just lying there. It was stupid, but with nothing to offer the beautiful woman beside me and her seemingly wanting everything in a man that I should have been, my flight syndrome kicked in.
Run. Just get up, get dressed and get the fuck outta here. You can tell her something came up with Damon or Dad. They'll cover for you. They always do.
No. I couldn't sneak out in the middle of the night, though everything inside of me was chanting for me to. I sat up and ran my fingers through my hair before getting out of the bed. After pushing through the various pieces of clothes on the floor for a few minutes, I found my underwear. I just needed some air. Erica didn't expect me to be Damon. If she wanted Damon, she'd fucking have him.
