Drive Me Wilde (Breathless Book 6)

by Shani Greene-Dowdell

  “I love you too, Matt,” she said and spread her legs open wider, giving me the ample room I desired, to have her without any constraints. When she let out a pulsating squeal, my cum gushed into her, emptying all the life that shot forth into her precious tunnel. Her gushing hot liquid wrapped around my erection, causing me to collapse against her due to unimaginable delight. I pushed her harder against the wall and our lips collided as I slid in and out of her, still releasing, until I heard rustling behind us. I jerked out of her and her eyes got big.

  She fixed her dress as I gathered my pants around my waist, and then she turned around so that I could help her out with her zipper. As I slid up her zipper, she looked ahead. I could hear her heart beating from the rush. A couple walked out on the balcony, and I zipped up my pants, just as they turned to look at us. I smiled and nodded in their direction and Tasha glanced at me. She had the wildest grin on her face, almost giving us up with her guilty looking eyes.

  I smiled at her and grabbed her hand. “Shall we?” I asked, winking at her.

  She turned toward the entrance. “Sure, thanks for showing me the stars, Matt,” she said, and we held hands as we bypassed the couple and headed back to the party.

  We each held a sneaky grin on our face as we narrowly escaped getting caught. Once we got back into the party she looked up at me and we busted into laughter. That was exactly the thing we needed to do, relax. I wondered what Melinda would think if she only knew how sprung I was over Tasha. I pulled Tasha closer to me as we walked further into the ballroom. The party was still in full swing, but I couldn’t wait to have Tasha alone, once again.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Tasha

  Taking the Next Step

  He walked me to the door. I turned to him, after I opened the door behind me. “Tonight was…fun,” I said. He had offered to follow me home. I told him it wasn’t necessary, but as we stood at my front door, I was glad he made the offer. Since I started going out with Matt, my life had been more fulfilled. I enjoyed being around this man and his nephew, and I couldn’t wait to see where things would head.

  “Which was your favorite part?” he asked, winking at me.

  “Hmmm…let me think about that,” I said. “I’m sure it wasn’t you dancing with Melinda.”

  He laughed anxiously and tilted his head. “Baby, I told you that meant nothing.”

  I giggled, enjoying watching him flinch. “I know. Just wanted to see you squirm a little bit about it.” I grabbed onto his suit jacket and pulled him to me. “I would definitely have to say that sex on the balcony was my favorite part of the night.” My voice was husky as our lips met. He nodded in agreement, never breaking from the kiss. “Who’s watching Cody?” I asked, between kisses.

  “He’s staying overnight with a friend,” he said, moving closer to me.

  “Oh, really?” I pulled him into my apartment.

  The moment the door closed, we started to frantically undress one another. Clothes were leading a path back to my bedroom, so that when we were in the bedroom, the only thing left was to slip off my bra, which I did with ease. I pushed Matt down to the bed and he looked up at me. His breathing already labored. I got on the bed, planting my knees to either side of him and ran my hands down his chest, I lowered myself to his chest, where I started kissing and nibbling lightly along his breast line. He growled, and my eyes went to his.

  He had this silly grin on his face that said he didn’t want to take it slow, but I was saying that I had him right where I wanted him. Like magnets we reconnected with ease. I plucked my teeth around his nipple and he slipped his hands up my back, sighing with pleasure as he pressed his palms deep into my skin. I swirled my tongue around his nipple and he elicited a moan that was heard deep within my room. I softly trailing my lips down his stomach, inching myself closer to his erection. That’s when I took things slower. I flicked my tongue out, running it around his engorged head.

  “God, Tasha…” he moaned, squirming beneath me. I smiled deviously at the reaction I was getting from him and put my lips over his tip, while I softly blew, then removed my mouth, leaving him aching for it again. He let out an exasperated grunt, and I lowered myself, so I could run my tongue from the base to the tip of his cock, then playfully along the other side. His manhood wiggled in front of me. “Shit!” he muttered in a strained voice.

  I giggled, moving back up to his lips and leaving his erection close to climax. I looked down at his pained face. “What’s wrong, babe?” I asked, grinning at him.

  He shook his head. “Oh…you’re gonna get it,” he said, with a teasing grin. And with one shift, he had me pinned underneath him. He lowered his lips to mine, and we hungrily kissed, our tongues dancing to their own beats. Then, his lips were off mine and he was roaming his mouth down my chest. He playfully touched his tongue to my right nipple, then started sucking feverishly on the peak.

  “Oh my God…” I moaned, tossed my head back and stared up at the ceiling as he took his exploration to new heights. I splayed my hands out on the bed and just laid there relishing the feel of his mouth on my nipples, as he searched out the right one and then the left. My fingers dug into the bedspread and he slipped down my stomach, leaving a heated trail of kisses down my body, until he reached my most tender region.

  I bit back a groan, just waiting for him to finally arrive at his destination. When I felt his warm breath on my womanhood, I released a pleading whimper, then stilled myself. He ran his tongue along my hard nub, sending shivers down my spine. His tongue slid in and ever-so-slightly out. He pulled back and the aching sensation he left had me wanting more then and forever. Matt planted soft kisses along my inner thighs, making me lift my hands up to his hair and twirl my fingers around. I tried to push his lips back down to my nether lips, but he pulled back leaving me wanting him more.

  He pulled himself up, so that he hovered over me and smirked.

  “How do you like that?” he asked.

  “I think from this day forward I’ll live for your punishments,” I breathlessly said.

  He chuckled and lowered his mouth to mine.

  “You’ll be getting lots of them, because you’re a bad girl,” he whispered just before he kissed me.

  I spread my legs wider and he fell into the space that naturally belonged to him, his erection knocking at the door of my womanhood, ready to come home. I twirled my fingers through his silky hair and held him close to me. He slowly moved in, pulled back and then plunged inside of me, causing me to gasp between his lips.

  Our rhythm intensified and with each thrust, and my body was on immediate fire, as we crashed against one another, rocking our hips together in unison. His cock slowly expanded inside of me and I held onto him as he gave me so much pleasure.

  “Yes!” I cried, squeezing my thighs together and locking him in our loving making mold.

  Matt pounded hard, making me crash into the bed with each thrust. His lips crashed down to mine often, as we settled in the soothing fashion of holding onto one another, clinging in desperation, and silencing our moans. He would slip back, then plunge in with thunderous desire, until our orgasms let loose, and we came together.

  My heart was racing so hard in my chest that I could barely control the pitter patter. He slowly softened, then pulled out of me. I ran my fingers down his back, covering each of his rigid muscles. His mouth drifted from mine, so he could kiss my shoulder. He fell beside me and snuggled up against me, with his lips against my neck, softly breathing against my skin.

  I sighed, with a smile planted on my lips and my arm wrapped around him. “I could get used to this,” he said with a laugh.

  I giggled and turned my eyes towards him. He shifted, so that we were staring directly at one another. “I could get used to this, too,” I said, before moving closer to him and latching my lips on his. Our naked bodies were pressed together, while he stroked my arm, as the kiss continued to heat both of us up. When our lips parted, we just looked at one another. “

  Th
is was one of the best days of my life, Tasha,” he said. “Thank you.”

  “For what? It’s me that’s thankful for the invitation.”

  “Oh no, you could have turned me down. It’s me that’s the lucky one. I’m blessed that Dana referred you to work for me, and even more blessed to know you.”

  “Oh well, you’d better be glad I lost my job at the right time, which just goes to show we never know when our blessings will come, or in what way they will come,” I admitted.

  “Baby, I’m blessed that you care so much about Cody, and it’s just downright a gift from God that you choose to be with me, to give yourself to me. I love you, Tasha,” he said.

  “I love you too, Matt.” I kissed the top of his forehead, before closing my eyes and snuggling up against him. I couldn’t help it. The long trip from Colorado, the party, the sex had all drained me empty. The soft sound of Matt breathing was what I drifted off to sleep to. It was a sound I could listen to forever.

  ***

  I opened my eyes as the sun shone in the bedroom. I looked off to my side and found Matt soundly sleeping. I leaned in closer to him and took in a soft whiff of his woodsy scent. I touched my lips to his and started sneaking in feather kisses all over his lips, until he slid his hand up my back and lengthened the kiss.

  “Hmmm…baby, I want to wake up like this every morning,” he said.

  I moaned my approval. “I do too.”

  I pulled back and looked away. I wanted to mention something. Matt had been a bachelor for a long time, and I didn’t want him to think I was rushing things.

  “What are you thinking about?” he asked, running his hand up and down my arm. I looked back at him and he held the sincerest of smiles.

  “I want you to come to Atlanta with me,” I quickly stated.

  He laughed. “Sure, but is there a particular reason, or do you just like Atlanta?” he asked.

  “It’s my hometown,” I replied. “My family is there, and I would love for you to meet them.” His eyes raised in surprise, and I worried that I was asking too much. “If you don’t want to, and you think it’s too early, then I completely understand.”

  “Shhh…” he whispered. He brushed a finger to my lips. “I would love to.”

  I heaved a sigh of relief and nodded, then leaned forward to kiss him, but as we kissed, it did bring me to ask a question.

  Again, I didn’t want to push the envelope too far, but I wanted to know the answer. “So, haven’t really heard about your parents. Do they live near? Are you close to them?”

  His face clouded over with a stoic look. I could literally see the wall going up around him with each passing moment. “The only family you need to concern yourself with is Cody and my sister and brother-in-law that raised him until they died in a car wreck.” He pulled himself up and got out of my bed.

  “Baby, are you alright?” I asked.

  “I’m fine.”

  “I’ll drop it if it’s a bad subject. I was just curious.”

  He turned around and faced me. “I had a good time last night,” he said and started putting on his clothes. “But I think it’s time that I leave.”

  “Matt, I’m sorry if I said something wrong. I didn’t mean to—” I stopped when he held up his hand. All of this was confusing me. One minute we were trying to mold into one and the next he seemed miles away from me emotionally.

  “Tasha, there’s no reason for you to be sorry. I’m just going to go out for an early breakfast and get some work done today.”

  “No, you’re making excuses for not wanting to talk about your family. That’s what you’re doing. I understand if you don’t feel comfortable enough to talk to me about them. I guess, after all this,” I pointed at the crumpled-up sheets on my bed. “We just haven’t reached that level yet. Maybe we shouldn’t go to Atlanta to meet my family yet, either,” I said, thinking I had gotten ahead of myself by inviting him to meet my family, when obviously he didn’t feel comfortable talking to me about his.

  “I’m sorry,” he quickly apologized and sat back down on my bed, looking a bit calmer. “My dad left the picture when I was four and my sister was two. When I turned eighteen, my mom died of breast cancer and Marisa and I were left alone. I raised her until she got married to Tony. So, I’m it…Cody and myself.”

  I moved closer and lifted my hand to his face. “I’m so sorry, Matt. I had no idea,” I said in a soft, comforting tone. His admission was the type of story that was hard to give any consolation to. “I didn’t mean to push you. I just feel like we should be open with each other about our lives and that includes our family. Hearing how you were there for your sister just confirms what I already know: You are an amazing man.”

  He shrugged. “It was a long time ago, but I don’t really like talking about it.” The uncertainty in his eyes softened and his lips curved into a small smile. “But I would be honored to meet your parents,” he said. “Do you think they’ll like me?” he asked.

  I nodded. “Well, my mother would have loved you, but she passed away a few years ago from a heart attack, and I never really knew my father. My Aunt Clara and cousin Destiny, who are my closest family…oh, they will love both you and Cody. I know they will, because they have been on me about finding someone for years, so at this point they would be happy to see me show up with a puppy.”

  “Well, wait until they see this great catch you found,” Matt teased with a smile.

  “You’re right.” I snaked my fingers around his neck. “Come here,” I whispered, and he slid closer to me. Our lips connected, and we kissed slowly.

  I couldn’t wait for Matt to meet my family. I felt certain this was the start of something truly amazing.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Matt

  Meeting Up with The Enemy

  I took a drink from my glass of water and placed it down on the table. I had an important meeting where I was going to meet up with a high-profile rapper to discuss his case of celebrity vs. stalker. It was an open and shut case, as my client was suing for defamation of character and being stalked through the internet and most recently when they were on a family vacation. Given that all the evidence was right there on the web for all to see, I really had no reason to believe he wouldn’t win the case hands down.

  Juice Luva was set to meet me at my office, and he was already fifteen minutes late. I looked at my watch to confirm that he was indeed very late and was about to text his agent to see what the holdup was, when I got a text message that he couldn’t come into the office. Instead, he needed me to meet up with him at his studio.

  I grunted and groaned my frustration, but it was the life I led. All my clients were high-end celebrities and they were either bratty, catty or bossy—sometimes all three at once. Therefore, I knew I had to make an effort to go to him, if he couldn’t make it to me. I grabbed my phone and briefcase, with all his paperwork, then took off out of my office. I had just gotten off the elevator from coming down from my firm’s floor, when I spotted Melinda Lory coming through the front doors of the building.

  I looked away, hoping I could make an escape through a side door. I didn’t want to talk to her, especially knowing everything she’d done to Tasha. It wasn’t something I wanted to get involved with, but she noticed me, and it was hard to getaway from her clutches.

  “Matt? Oh my God…what are you doing here?” Her voice was high-pitched and annoying. I couldn’t look past it as I turned to glance at her. She knew very well what I was doing there, after all she was aware that I worked a few floors up.

  “Hey, Melinda,” I mumbled. “You know why I’m here, but what are you doing here?”

  She laughed in a haughty sort of way. “Silly man...I have a very important business meeting here. You know I’m the chief writer at Colorful Times.”

  I inwardly groaned, not caring if she heard me. “Yeah…I’ve heard. You haven’t exactly kept that on the down low.”

  She chuckled. “Well, if you have it…flaunt it.” She winked at me and I w
anted to crawl in a hole, and all out blast Melinda for being such an ass—both at the same time.

  “Gotta run! I have to meet up with a client and I’m already late,” I cut our little talk short and started to move past her, glad to make my escape.

  She reached out and grabbed my arm to stop me. Her fingers dug into my elbow as she held onto it with a death grip. I turned back around to face her, then slowly pulled my arm away.

  “I really have to go, Melinda, but it was good seeing you.” I lied to her, mainly so I didn’t have to face her another minute. The quicker I got out of there, the better I would be with keeping my promise to Tasha not to confront Melinda.

  She moved closer to me and placed her hand to my chest, startling me by the intimate way she was now touching me. “We really should get together some time.” She winked at me and I immediately brushed her off.

  “I don’t think so, Melinda. I’m already seeing Tasha and I doubt she would like to know that I was going out with another woman, especially if that woman was you.”

  Her jaw dropped slightly, then she laughed. “Tasha…Tasha Baker? I saw you two at the charity thing together, but I didn’t think that could ever be serious. I mean, you know that I’m much more of a lady than she’ll ever be.” She cozied up to me, looking me dead in the eye. “You really should rethink who you hang with.”

  That infuriated me. Being a nice guy wasn’t going to cut it, not when Melinda couldn’t seem to understand that even if I wasn’t seeing anyone, her games weren’t going to work with me. I was tired of her coming around, thinking I would miraculously fall for her, when I really wanted nothing to do with her. Fuck it. It was time to go nuclear on her no-good ass.

  “You fired Tasha for no reason. Nina stole that story of hers and you know it. So, now you come in here talking about being the head writer, which none of it impresses me because I know you got where you are by thievery.”