by Brook Greene
I look down, watching her ample breasts jerk up and down with her quick breaths. “I’m not promising forever, just tonight, and a shit load of orgasms. The toe curling, back bowing, screaming your throat raw kind. But only after I get to fuck this pretty little mouth.” I take her mouth gently with mine and she responds, finally. Her fingers thread through my hair and her nails graze my scalp.
“Yes,” she moans. “Fuck yes.”
I step back and hold out my hand to her. “Then what the fuck are we waiting for?” I tug her behind me through the ballroom to the elevator. When we’re in the shiny box, I select the floor and turn on her. She backs away as I stalk my way to her, shoving my knee between her thighs. I cup her face with my hands and tongue fuck the hell out of her mouth.
“Matty,” she pants out.
“You married?” I ask, even though it’s not a problem for me. All I want to give her is my cock, not a future with me.
“No,” she sighs.
“Got a boyfriend?”
“No…but—” I don’t let her finish. I pick her up and turn us, pushing her tight little body up against the wall until she wraps her legs around me.
I grind up into her, my cock so hard I could carve diamonds with it. “But what?”
Once again, her fingers grab hold of my hair, pulling my lips back to hers. “Nothing. Never mind,” she says against my lips. Her big green eyes look up at me with a want I’ve seen before.
The doors open to my floor and we stumble out, a tangled mess of two bodies, trying to find release in each other. I walk, still holding her, to the door of my room. I’d gotten the big suites for my family, but not for me. I have a private suite down the hall from theirs. Plus, Avery doesn’t need to see Morah with me. I don’t know what her role is at the hospital or the event planning company, but I don’t want a one-night stand with me to ruin what she has going on in her everyday life.
I slide the card in and open the door, kicking it closed behind us. I let her fall back on the bed as I take off my coat, throwing it over the chair. She props herself up on her elbows to watch the show.
“I think that was a great idea.” She nods her head towards my bare arms. I’d ripped the sleeves from my dress shirt and showed my tattooed arms as I walked the stage. “I think it brought in the shit ton of the money you were sold for.”
I fall over her, catching myself. “But did you buy it?” I ask, rubbing her nose with mine.
“Lot, stock, and barrel.” She reaches between us and grabs my cock. “So, are you going to show me what’s so great about Matty Boy Keagan?”
I stand back up and begin to unbutton my slacks. “Here, let me do that.” She slides my pants down my thighs, then reaches for my boxer briefs. “You don’t strike me as being a man who wears underwear.” She tugs them down, letting my rock-hard cock spring free. Her greedy eyes devour my body as I stand naked at the foot of the bed.
“I normally don’t, but it’s a formal event so I thought I would go all-out for it.” I lift an eyebrow at her as I lean in. Undoing the button of her jeans, I pull them down her long, lean legs.
The musky smell of her arousal fills the air around us. I brace myself over her. “Are you wet for me?” I push her panties to the side and run my index finger between her plump pussy. She’s soaked. She gasps as I stop at the sensitive bundle of nerves, pressing my finger to her clit. “So wet.” I push two fingers inside of her. She moans as I begin to massage the spot just inside as I lean in and kiss her bare belly. “Does that feel good?” She nods her head as her mouth falls open, letting another moan spill out. “Say the words, Morah. I wanna hear them as I finger fuck you.”
“So good, Matty,” she groans out as I stroke her clit with my thumb. Rolling her hips against my fingers, her arms shoot out as her fingers grip the sheets, balling them up in her fists. “Oh, Matty,” she moans, and I feel her pussy tighten around my fingers. “Oh, I’m coming…I’m coming,” she screams as she spasms around my fingers as I continue my assault on her.
When she finally finishes riding the waves of her pleasure, her back falls flat against the bed, her chest rising and falling with her heavy breathing. “Your pussy is so tight.”
“You have very talented fingers.” I stand up, looking down at her body laid out on the bed before me. I retrieve a condom from my bag.
“If you think those are talented, wait till I give you my cock,” I tell her as I roll the condom down my shaft. She sits up and takes off her shirt and bra. I lean in, taking her perfect breasts in my hands, rolling the nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. Her head falls back and I lean in, pushing her back to the bed, taking one of her nipples into my mouth.
Her back bows, pushing her belly up and into mine. I release her nipple and smile up at her. “You ready for me, babe?” I move my hand down, stroking my fingers through her wet slit, stopping to tweak her clit. She jumps. “Words, Morah, I need the words,” I tell her again.
“Yes, please.” She spreads her legs wider, welcoming me into her body.
“Please what?” My lips drift over the soft skin of her neck.
“Give me your cock.” She arches her neck up into my kiss.
I grip my condom covered cock in my hand and position myself at her entrance. I take her mouth with mine as I push slowly into her, giving her time to accommodate my size. She lets out a deep moan.
“Shit, baby, you’re so tight,” I groan as her pussy grips my cock like a silken vise. Her eyes roll back in her head and her legs come up around my hips. She hooks her heels at my ass, encouraging me to fill her.
“Oh, Matty…God! You feel amazing.” She tangles her fingers in my hair, bringing my mouth back to hers. I pull out, then slide back in, groaning loudly. I rest my body on hers, losing myself in her pussy as I pound into her body.
My brain checks out and I focus only on the pleasure of fucking this woman is giving me as I race towards a release. I roll my hips each time I drive into her, rubbing her still sensitive clit, calling on the bliss I’d coaxed from her only moments ago. “Come again for me, Morah. Come hard, baby,” I demand.
She screams through her second orgasm as her spasming pussy pulls mine from me. I lie on top of her, panting as her hot breath rolls over my sweat-slicked skin. I gently kiss her temple before rolling off of her and getting up, heading to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. I bring a washcloth back for Morah, not sure if she needs one or not.
She’s sitting up on the bed, smiling at me when I come back out, offering her the cloth. She takes it from me but doesn’t use it. Instead, she goes to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. I turn the covers back, not sure if she’ll want to leave or stay. I’m not one of those that kick a woman out after I find my release in her, but I don’t beg them to stay for round two either.
I crawl in naked, bringing the covers up to cover my junk when she exits the bathroom. She stops when she sees that I’m in the bed. “Oh. I’ll just get my stuff and be out of your way in a minute.”
She starts to dress as I sit up. “Morah, stop and look at me,” I tell her as I watch her shamefully collect her scattered clothes. She covers her still bare chest with her T-shirt. “I’m not kicking you out, but it’s up to you if you want to leave or stay. You’re more than welcome to stay, but if you do want to leave, I’ll understand and will walk you to your car.”
She lowers her head. “Matty, I don’t usually do this, so I’m not sure what etiquette I’m supposed to follow here.”
I pat the bed beside me, inviting her to come sit down. “Morah, there’s no right way, but I know I’m not doing it the wrong way and just kicking you out. Come over here and lay down. I’ll order room service for us in the morning, or now, if you’re hungry.” She tugs her tee over her head, covering her perfect breasts, then pulls up her underwear before rounding the bed to join me.
She gives me a sheepish smile. “No, I’m not hungry.”
I lay back, stretching my arm out, offering for her to snuggle against my
side. She accepts, molding her tiny body to mine. I kiss the top of her head as I reach for the lamp, cutting off the light in the room. I feel her take a deep breath and she sighs softly when she exhales. “Thank you, Matty,” she whispers as she uses her fingertip to draw circles on my bare chest.
I lay my cheek against her hair, taking in the soft vanilla smell. “For what?”
“For not being a dick to me afterward.” Her voice is gentle and timid. I’m not sure what to say, or if there is anything I should say. She had said that my reputation preceded me, but I’m sure things have been embellished and other things stretched, depending on who had told the story.
I hug her closer against me, not saying anything, then close my eyes and drift off to sleep with her in my arms.
Chapter Four
Matty Boy
I roll to my side and find the bed beside me empty, but not cold. I hear the shower running behind the closed door of the bathroom. I sling my legs over the side of the bed and run my fingers through my hair.
I turn to the door when I hear it open. She stops when she sees that I’m awake. “Oh, sorry,” she says, her brown eyes full of apology. “I was cleaning up before I go.”
I hold my hands up. “It’s no problem, Morah.” I reach for the room service menu and wave it around. “Want anything? I’m fucking starving. The hors d’oeuvres at the event last night did nothing for me.”
She smiles at me, shaking her head as she nervously smooths her still wet hair. “No, I better get going.” Her eyes dart to the door, and then to me. She’s like a cornered animal, waiting for me to pounce on her. She wasn’t kidding, she’s never done this before.
“You sure? I don’t mind springing for breakfast.” I’m trying to convey ease through my tone.
“No, I shouldn’t waste any more of your time. Plus, I really need to get home.”
“Okay, if you’re sure.” I cross to my bag, retrieving clean underwear. Pulling them on, I turn to her. Her cheeks are red and she’s looking down at her feet. “And Morah?” I start, bringing her attention to me. “You’re not wasting my time.” I finish getting dressed in a set of gym clothes from my bag. “I’ll walk you down to your car.” I’m not letting her do the walk of shame alone. I grab the key card and start towards the door. I hold open the door for her to walk through before me, then I let it click closed behind us.
We round the corner to the elevator and both of us stop short as Leo and Avery turn to see us, her mouth falling open into a perfect O shape. This is the very shit I wanted to avoid for Morah. She doesn’t need my reputation following her around.
I clear my throat, hoping to break the thick tension that’s beginning to build around us. “Morning, Avery,” I greet her with a half-smile. Morah stands frozen. I’m not sure if I should, but I slide my arm around her, letting her know she isn’t in this alone.
“Good morning, Matty, Morah,” she greets us both with a gleam in her eyes.
“Morning, Avery,” Morah squeaks, shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other, my arm doing nothing to calm her.
Leo steps up to me, offering me his hand. “Thanks for the suite, brother. We needed that.” He turns and smiles at a blushing Avery before turning his attention to Morah. “Pleasure to see you again, Morah.”
“You too, Leo.” She gives him her hand with a smile. The big man could always charm the ladies.
“Did you two…ya know…spend the night together?” Avery’s eyes dart back and forth between us, along with her pointer finger, like it’s some sort of divining rod.
I raise my eyebrows. With the answer to her question so obvious, I just nod. Her eyes grow even wider, if that’s possible.
I take my arm from Morah’s waist and grab her hand, leading her away from the uncomfortable conversation, but Leo and Avery follow us to the elevator. I mentally make a note to get my room on a different fucking floor in case this ever happens again.
I lean in around Morah and press the button. When it dings, we all file in, turning in sync as we watch the door slide closed. The distorted reflection the metal is throwing back at us is hilarious, and had it been any other time, I might laugh at the whole situation. But for some reason, I feel there’s something silently being said between Avery and Morah.
I watch as Avery steals glances out of the corner of her eye at us. Avery’s reaction at seeing us together brings up questions about the woman I spent last night with. Now I’m really curious about this little ball of mystery who seems to be fascinating me more than any woman has in a long time.
I tug on her hand, bringing her eyes up to mine. I give her a questioning look, but she dismisses it with a stiff shake of her head.
The atmosphere in the elevator is stifling, and it can’t get to the lobby fast enough. My curiosity is burning a hole through my brain, and I’m itching to ask her a million questions when I get her alone again.
Finally, the ding of relief sounds and Leo and I let the ladies exit the elevator before us.
“Avery and I are heading in for breakfast. Would you two like to join us?” Leo asks as he lifts his eyebrow at me. He isn’t going to let me get away with this awkward situation.
Taking Morah’s hand in mine, I tug her into my side. “We’ve eaten. Ordered room service earlier,” I lie, pulling her into my side, which is something else that has Avery raising her eyebrows at us. “I’ll catch you later.” I nod before leading Morah to the front doors of the lobby.
We step through the sliding doors to freedom from Avery’s scrutinizing gaze.
“Which way?” She points to the left and I begin to lead her in that direction. “Wanna tell me why Avery looked like someone walked over her grave when she saw us?”
“Well, it’s just that…” She pauses, like she’s looking for the words.
I drop her hand and turn to her. “It’s what, Morah?” A thousand different things fly through my head, but I push them away.
She steps up to me, placing her hand on my chest as a smile crosses her lips. “I’m a lesbian, Matty.”
I tilt my head, not sure I heard her correctly. “You’re a what?”
“I like girls, usually.” She digs her nails into my peck muscle. “But you, I just had to have a taste.”
I cover her hand with mine and smile down at her. “Well, I have to say, this is a first for me.”
She pushes up on her toes, giving me a quick peck on the lips. “Me too. I’ve only ever been with girls—I mean, women.”
“Wow.” I rub the back of my neck with my free hand, not sure if I should be flattered or what. “So you’re actually bi now?” I’ve taken several girls’ virginity early in my life, but this is definitely the first time I’ve taken it this way.
“Only for you,” she says, giggling.
I step back, placing a hand on my heart, and tucking the other behind my back, giving her a bow. “Well, ma’am, I so hope it was worth it.”
She curtsies and says, “It was so worth it, Matty.” I offer her my arm and we walk silently until she stops at the front bumper of a sweet red convertible. “This is me.” She points proudly at her car.
“Sweet car.” I step off the curb to appreciate her little red sports car. “I work on these, so if you’re ever over my way and need help, give me a call, okay?” She hits the key fob and I open her door for her. “It was a pleasure, Morah,” I say as I help her into her seat.
“Likewise,” she says as she slips into the soft leather of the driver’s seat. I shut the door, stepping back as she pulls out. I listen to the purr of the engine as she pulls away, giving her one last wave before she leaves the lot.
I head back into the hotel and to the restaurant. When I enter, Avery spots me, waving me over to her and Leo’s table. She pats the seat next to her and I slump down into it. “So Morah, huh?”
“Yes,” I smirk, turning my coffee cup over to signal the waitress.
“That’s interesting.” She obviously knows what I know now.
“Why is it so fuc
king interesting?” Leo asks around a forkful of eggs.
I look up at him, shaking my head. “It’s not, really.” I turn to Avery. “At all.”
Leo shrugs his shoulders at Avery. “He brings women home all the time. Why are you so interested?”
“What’s interesting?” Piper asks as she sits down in the chair Dalton has pulled out for her.
“Nothing.” I groan right before Avery talks over me.
“Matty slept with Morah last night,” Avery blurts out, not looking the least bit sorry.
“The event planner for the hospital?” Piper asks Avery, and I watch as the conversation starts to get out of hand. “I like her, she’s awesome. She would be great for you, Matty.”
“I’m not her type,” I grumble, feeling my mood taking a turn for the worse.
“Don’t be silly, you’re everybody’s type,” Piper says as she pops a fresh strawberry into her mouth.
“Not Morah’s,” Avery chimes in again.
Piper gives me a confused look. “Really? Were you a dick to her, Matty?”
Avery jerks her body around to me, waiting for my answer. “No, I wasn’t. Did she look like I was a dick to her this morning?” I ask Avery. “I walked her out to her car for Christ’s sake.”
Avery giggles. “She did look very satisfied.”
“I’ve never seen a woman leave Matty’s bed that didn’t look satisfied.” Piper smiles, garnering Dalton’s distressed attention. Patting his arm, she tells him, “Don’t worry, honey. It’s just an observation.”
“Do we have to talk about this shit? I’m eating fucking breakfast,” Leo declares from the far end of the table, throwing both his hands around the area of his plate.
“I agree,” I add. “Let’s change the subject.”
“Oh no, not yet. You still haven’t answered the question.” Piper points at me. “Why is she not your type?”
