When she was panting and her ass was as red as he felt comfortable going, he scratched his nails in light circles all over her cheeks, then ran his hand down her crease, between her splayed legs. She opened them wider, giving him access. He rubbed her mound on the outside, lightly at first, then with growing pressure, sliding his fingers between her lips and plunging them inside her, causing her to jerk and moan at the sudden intrusion. But she moved her hips in time with his hand, and he couldn’t wait to get inside her. It never took long to get her to orgasm right after a spanking, and he’d spanked her harder than usual this time, so it should be even easier. He pressed down on the swollen spot against her front wall, rubbing, tapping, fucking her with his fingers.
She let out little moans, her breath quickening, and he knew she was getting close. He let his thumb drift between her cheeks, rubbing the puckered opening there while he finger-fucked her even harder. And like that she arched up, her arms going straight and her hands clutching the couch cushions in her fists. All her muscles clenched, including the ones surrounding his fingers. He sped up, giving it more pressure, and she exploded around him, her inner muscles spasming on his fingers, and he couldn’t wait until that was his cock. God, it felt so good when she came on his cock.
Slowing down the motions of his hand, he waited until the aftershocks ended and she’d grown limp before withdrawing, sliding his fingers over her ass and up her back, leaning down so he could turn her head and kiss her, thrusting his tongue in her mouth, the need to taste her fierce and consuming.
She responded, if a bit slowly, still boneless from her orgasm, turning the kiss from scorching to languorous, her tongue sliding against his rather than wrestling for dominance like she sometimes did. He loved all of it, all the variations of her kisses, the ways her body responded to him, the ways she gave herself to him, trusting him, even though he’d screwed up more than once and probably would again.
Breaking away, he stood up and stripped. “Fuck. Condom.” She just gave him a lazy smile from where she lay on the couch and pointed over her head at the end table behind her. He stepped forward and saw a strip of condoms lying there. He tore one off, opening it and rolling it on, before looking down at her. “You’re fucking awesome, Hannah.”
She smiled again and reached for him. “So are you, Matt. Now, I thought you were going to fuck me. Isn’t that what we decided?”
He gave her a wicked smile in return, kissing her deeply, but not settling on top of her. Yet. He fully intended to fuck her brains out, but he wanted to draw it out, knowing it would be so much better for both of them if he did. “Oh, you think you’re in charge now, naughty girl? I think maybe you need a tongue lashing in addition to your spanking.”
Her lips parted, but before she could say anything, he’d moved down, grasping her thighs and holding them back, turning her so he could kneel on the floor and have access to her, licking over all her pink flesh. Whatever she might’ve said was lost in a drawn out moan.
He went right to work, wanting her to come again before he fucked her. Two orgasms was the most he’d ever given her in one session. Today he was going for at least three. One of these days he needed to find a place where he could tie her up and just make her come again and again until she begged him to stop. That thought spurred him on, and he drove her higher until she crested the peak and rode down the other side, her thighs straining under his hands.
While she was still spasming, he gave her one last lick and stood, surging into her, her knees still up by his shoulders.
Her head came up off the couch cushion, and her eyes went wide. “Oh, God! Oh my God.” Her chest heaved, but he didn’t stop, plunging in and out in a relentless rhythm, forcing her orgasm to continue. He had to grit his own teeth and think about complex math problems to keep from coming too soon.
When she relaxed under him, he slowed, stopping altogether for a minute to gather himself, too close to the edge and not ready for it to be over yet. He guided her legs down into a more relaxed position and kissed her in the same unhurried manner as after her previous orgasm. He began to move in her again, slow and steady, making love to her now more than fucking her. When she started to move with him again, her skin flushed, her breath coming faster and shallower, he stopped and pulled out. She let out a moan of protest.
“Up and over. On your knees, hands on the arm of the couch.” He still wanted to get her to come at least once more, and he knew that taking her from behind was the best way to do it. She always came hard and fast this way, with his cock hitting her from the inside and his fingers able to reach around and rub her clit.
She groaned again but did as he asked, flipping over and getting into position as fast as she could. “Please, Matt. I was starting to get close again. Don’t tease me.”
He gave her a light smack on the ass before easing inside her again. He wanted to slam into her, but he would finish too fast if he let himself go like that. Keeping the pace slow like before, he watched her take him in again and again, loving the way that looked with her pink ass in the air in front of him. When he got too close again he had to close his eyes to block out the visual, picking up the pace a little because he couldn’t help himself. Hannah’s moans grew louder and longer, and he leaned over her, his hand sliding over her hip and down between her thighs. She adjusted, making room for his hand. He cupped her, sliding his fingers between her lips, gently sliding over her clit, rubbing it in time with his strokes.
He paid close attention to her reactions, her breathing and moaning, and the way her muscles tightened, tension coiling in every part of her body. When he knew she was close, he let go of his control, his fingers fast and furious between her legs, his hips hammering against her ass. Letting out a wordless cry, she spasmed around him, pushing her ass back into him, and her orgasm sparked his own. With a long groan he pushed through his own release, spilling himself into the condom inside her. God, she felt so good. This felt good. Her skin on his, her trust, her love. All of it. Even if she hadn’t said it yet, he was sure she had to feel it.
They lay still for a moment, both of them collapsed over the arm of the couch, Matt off to the side so he didn’t crush her. With a caress over her hair and down her back, he got up and got rid of the condom. Coming back a moment later, he chuckled to find Hannah in the same position still.
He sat down, pulling her back against him. She groaned, helping just enough so that they lay squished together on the couch, Hannah on top of him. He ran his fingers through her hair again, dropping a kiss on her head. “You are fantastic.”
She looked up at him, a small, satisfied smile on her lips. “You’re pretty fantastic too.” She traced his lips with her fingers. “That was … amazing.”
A wide grin stretched across his face. “That was amazing. We’ll have to find out how many orgasms you can have at a time later. Tomorrow.”
“Oh, God. I don’t know if I can handle that.”
His eyes took on a wicked gleam. “Oh, but wouldn’t it be fun to try? Letting me tie you down and giving you orgasm after orgasm until you begged me to stop?”
A red flush swept across her cheeks, similar to the way she looked just before she came. Her mouth opened, but she didn’t say anything.
He could tell the idea excited her, but she was hesitant. “Maybe another time, then. After I have my own place we can do this more often.”
Her eyebrows lifted in surprise. “You’re getting your own place?”
“Not right away. Our lease is up at the end of July, though. Chris will graduate in May and might be playing for the NFL, so he’ll have to move out. Megan’s going to live with Chris if he’s still in town, and if he does get drafted, I don’t think she’ll want to stay here with me to find a new roommate.” He shook his head. “Besides, I’ve already graduated and have a good job. I can afford my own place.”
She nodded. “Of course. I guess I wasn’t thinking that far ahead.”
He didn’t say anything to that, just settled her close
r, stroking her bare skin. He’d definitely thought that far ahead. Maybe she hadn’t come to the conclusion that she loved him yet if she didn’t think about their future together. But that just made him all the more determined to let her know how serious he was about her. Soon.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Matt stared at Hannah, an exaggerated puppy dog expression on his face. She laughed at him, swiping her favorite pink gloss across her lips before turning around. “I know you’re sad to see me wearing clothes. Naked weekend has been fun. But I’m going stir crazy, and we’re out of food.” She stepped closer, sliding her arms around his neck. “When we get back, we can get naked again. I promise that we can be naked the whole time we’re home alone this week.”
His face brightened, and he gave her a kiss, reaching down to grope her ass.
She pulled back, her hands on his chest. “Okay, enough of that. I’m starving. You need to feed me if you want more sex.”
With a chuckle, he kissed her once more before letting her go. “Fine. I’ll feed you. How do you feel about oysters?”
She shuddered and laughed. “Gross. No thanks. I don’t think either of us need aphrodisiacs anyway. We seem to be doing just fine without that.” She bore the marks of their lovemaking as proof of that—love bites on her breasts, her ass still faintly pink from the spanking he’d given her an hour ago. He was insatiable and hadn’t come out unscathed either. Red scratch marks peeked out from the sleeve of his T-shirt where she’d sunk her nails into his arms during her last orgasm.
Matt had banned clothes for both of them on Friday night, and they’d spent all weekend talking, laughing, watching movies, and making love. There had been enough groceries to last the weekend, but by Monday afternoon, they were down to cereal and sandwiches, and they’d both worked up too much of an appetite for those to sound appealing.
He’d talked more about tying her down and seeing how many times he could make her come before she begged him to stop. The thought made her squirm, rubbing her thighs together, heat pooling between them. She hadn’t agreed to it. Yet. This week would be the best time to do that, or they’d have to wait until he got his own place. It was funny that she’d started to think about them still being together that far ahead. He kept making casual references to things in the future like she’d be there, and it had worked its way into her own thoughts, despite her initial determination to just take things with him one day at a time. But if he were planning on their future, didn’t that mean he was as invested as she was? Maybe more, since she hadn’t dared to think that far ahead.
They went to a chain restaurant not far from Matt’s house and were seated right away, since they were early for the dinner rush on a Monday. About halfway through dinner, Hannah got up to use the restroom, leaving part of her meal uneaten on the table. She smiled to herself in the mirror while she washed her hands. Things were going better with Matt than she could have hoped. This was going to be the best spring break ever—a whole week in a big house, mostly naked, full of fun sexy times with her hot boyfriend. What more could a girl ask for?
When she walked back out to the table, she slowed and stopped a few tables away, the smile sliding from her face. A woman stood next to their booth—Janine, the HR director and Matt’s boss. She stood with her hip propped against the end of the table, her back to Hannah, but Hannah could see Matt’s face. He had his neutral mask in place, not giving anything away. It had been a long time since she’d seen that face outside of work. His eyes left Janine, scanning the room behind her, panic flashing across his features when he spotted Hannah standing there. He recovered quickly, arranging his face back to its neutral expression.
She didn’t know what to do. So she stayed there, frozen, about fifteen feet away. It seemed like hours before Janine straightened, shifted her weight to both feet, and prepared to leave, though it couldn’t have been more than a minute or two. She turned around, her eyes zeroing in on Hannah. They stared at each other for a moment, and Hannah still didn’t move, paralyzed by the horror unfolding before her. Janine shook her head, a look of disgust on her face, turned back toward Matt to say something, and stalked away.
Her exit allowed Hannah’s legs to work again, and she took shaky steps to the table where Matt waited, staring straight ahead, a sick expression on his face. She collapsed in the booth, no longer interested in finishing her meal. He still stared, unseeing, his lips compressed in a tight line. She could see his Adam’s apple moving convulsively in his throat.
“Matt?”
Nothing. No response.
Dread coalescing in her gut, she reached across the table to rest her hand on his. His skin felt clammy. “Matt? What did Janine say?”
His eyes looked dead when they met hers. Her hand clenched on his. He licked his lips and answered. “She came over to say hi.” His quiet voice lacked any trace of inflection. She had to strain to hear him over the surrounding noise in the restaurant. He swallowed again. “First she gave me crap about calling in sick today, but she was just joking and wasn’t mad. She asked how my date was going, if I was seeing anyone new. I didn’t know what to say, so I said that we’d been dating for almost two months. She thought that was strange since she’d thought I was interested in you during that time. I didn’t say anything to that, but she told me she was glad I’d listened to her advice and moved on. Then she saw you. Just standing there like you were waiting for her to leave. And she said that I need to come see her first thing tomorrow morning.”
He pulled his hand out from Hannah’s, scrubbing his hands over his face, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes. “Fuck. At least she didn’t tell me to never come back, I guess. But then, she’d have to let me get my stuff. I don’t think she can fire me outside of work. She’s the head of HR, so she’d know that.”
Hannah’s tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth. She didn’t know what to say. There was nothing she could say. No way to make this better.
The minutes ticked by with them frozen together like that, Matt with his face in his hands, Hannah staring at him, mute. The waiter came, and Hannah asked for the check while Matt still sat unmoving. When the waiter dropped off the little folder and some to-go boxes, Matt came to life again. He yanked his credit card out of his wallet, stuffing it into the folder, then zeroed his gaze on her again.
Hannah stopped scooping the remains of her pasta into the plastic box at the anger in his eyes, unsure if he was mad at her, Janine, or just the fucked up situation they found themselves in.
“Why did you just stand there? You knew what it would mean if she found out we were together. We talked about this at length after Sandra saw us together last month.” He leaned over the table, thumping his clenched fist against the wood to punctuate each sentence.
Hannah dropped the fork onto the plate with a clatter. “What? What was I supposed to do?”
The waiter came just then, and Matt waited for him to leave to run the card before he went on.
“Go back to the bathroom! Go to the front! Get away so she wouldn’t see you!” He kept his voice low, but in that shouty kind of whisper people do when they’re furious but unable to let it out.
She flinched, then leaned closer to him, pitching her voice to match his. “I froze! I didn’t know what to do! I didn’t expect to see her standing at our table when I got back from the bathroom. I’ve never been in this kind of situation before! How should I know what the best thing to do is?”
“Use some fucking common sense! If Janine knows we’re dating, I’ll lose my job, and you could lose your internship. If you don’t care about me, at least care about how this will affect you.” He shook his head, sitting back. “I knew I shouldn’t have taken you out. But I was stupid and let you convince me it would be fine. Dammit!”
“Don’t you dare make this all my fault! I didn’t hear any objections from you when I suggested going out. I had no way of knowing your boss would show up. And I’m terribly sorry that I froze in my panic. I’ll work on that for the next tim
e I’m some guy’s dirty secret, and we’re about to get found out.”
She grabbed her coat and stormed away from the table, almost running over their waiter returning with Matt’s card in her haste to get away. Shoving her arms in her coat sleeves, she wrenched open the door to the restaurant and almost ran outside, her chest heaving. Her hands shook as she pulled out her phone, scrolling through her contacts to try to find someone who could come pick her up. Fuck. Everyone was out of town for spring break.
Matt’s hand on her shoulder made her jump. She spun around to look at him. He stood there, his hands shoved in his pockets, the sick expression from earlier back on his face, his anger gone. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. You’re right. None of this is your fault. I’m sorry I blamed you and lashed out like that. I just—” He looked away, his eyes scanning over the parking lot before returning to her. “I don’t know what’s going to happen and I freaked. I’m sorry.”
She nodded. “Okay.”
He studied her face for a moment before reaching out to take her hand. She let him, even though she was still mad about how he’d acted.
Once he’d pulled out of the parking lot and headed toward his house, Hannah spoke again. “Take me home.”
“I am, babe. We’ll be home in just a few minutes.”
“No, Matt. Not your house. I want to go to my apartment. I want to go home.” At that moment, she wanted to go all the way home, not her apartment, but to go see her parents. Her perfect spring break now looked like a wreck.
Players of Marycliff University Box Set, Books 1–3 Page 63
