“Babe,” I say, watching as she throws her hands up, turns, and walks back into the dining room, blowing out the candles.
She turns around. “Don’t you babe me. So what? I’m not ‘experienced’ like you.” She puts up her hands, making the quotation marks around experienced. “You know what? I should go out and have sex tonight.” Is the last thing she says because I go to her and pick her up over my head, throwing her over my shoulder, making her squeal. I smack her ass with one hand. “Put me down, you baboon.” She slaps my ass with her hands while I turn and walk up the stairs.
Once I get into her room, I toss her on the bed. “The only cock that will be fucking you will be mine,” I tell her while she gets on her elbows, raising herself up. “You got that?” I ask her.
She rolls her eyes at me. “Yeah, yeah.”
“Good. I need a shower.” I point at her. “Get your ass ready. Tonight we go to second base.”
I don’t wait for her to answer. Instead, I run upstairs to shower in my own bathroom, only because I haven’t moved my things to hers. I make a note to remedy that tomorrow.
Chapter Twelve
Karrie
What the hell does that mean? Second base? Is there a thing? Is that boob groping or is it oral? I get my phone and call Vivienne.
“What does it mean when he says tonight we are going to second base?” I ask as soon as she answers.
“Mon Dieu.” Dear God, she says. “What are you talking about?”
I get up off my bed and tiptoe to my door, sticking my head out to hear where Matthew is.
“I had the talk with Matthew,” I whisper, going into the hall.
“You mean the nonexistent sex you had?” She laughs while she says.
“Merde.” Shit, I say in French when I hear the water from the upstairs bathroom shut off. “Okay, quick, what is second base? Is it nipple play or sucking dick? Matthew just said get ready for second base.”
All I hear is laughing on her side of the phone. “I think you should bounce on that all night long, twice. Make your own second base.”
“I don’t know why we are friends,” I whisper, looking up while my back is against the wall.
“Parce que tu m’aimes.” Because you love me, she says. “Appelle moi plus tard. Explain what second base is.” Call me later, she asks.
“D’accord.” Fine, I say, hanging up, going to my bedroom. I start pacing the floor when I see Matthew walking down the stairs, towel around his waist.
He comes in the room, the water still dripping on his chest from his hair. “Babe, you didn’t shower?” He takes in my appearance, noticing that I’m still dressed.
“I was”—I hold the phone in my hand—“I was on the phone. Vivienne called.”
“I like her,” he says, coming into the room. “We should set up drinks with her and Phil. They might hit it off.”
“Why are you naked?” I shake my head. “Sorry, why aren’t you dressed or in your boxers?” I ask him.
“I usually sleep naked,” he says, going to the bed and sitting down, the towel cracking, showing me his legs, but covering the family jewels.
“You can’t sleep naked. Second base isn’t naked. It’s dressed.”
“Would you feel better if I was wearing boxers?” He gets up.
“Um, yes, I think I would,” I tell him. “Now go get your boxers and clean up the kitchen downstairs. You left your plate on the table and it’s going to stink.”
“On it,” he says, stopping to put his finger under my chin, kissing the side of my mouth. “Can’t wait for second base,” he says, walking out.
I start to panic, running to my underwear drawer, getting matching lace panties and bra. “Black or white?” I ask no one. “Not red, that’s a third base color.” I walk into the bathroom and take a shower in record time. Thankfully I shaved and groomed in the shower this morning. I spray my peach oil on myself, rubbing it in. I take myself in. “I can do this. I got this.” I walk into the room and notice that he still isn’t back upstairs, giving me time to get under the covers and wait. In anticipation, shit, I forgot deodorant. I lift my arm, smelling. All good. I lean back, watching my boobs move, not making them be perky. “Okay, sitting up.”
I hear him walk into the room, shutting off the lights in the hallway. He comes in wearing his boxers that fit him like a second glove. Water actually pools in my mouth. I lean over, opening the light on the side table. It’s a dim light. “All clean,” he says, walking over to his side of the bed, peeling off the covers, and he stops. At first I don’t know what’s wrong till I look over and see the vibrator I forgot I put there. “What the fuck?”
“Oh, that.” I try to grab it, but he already has it in his hand. “I finished with it this morning after you left. I forgot.” I’m lying out of my teeth.
He turns the button on and all you see is the shaft move in circles, the silver pearls inside moving. He walks over to the window opens it and tosses the vibrator outside. I get up, rushing to the window.
“Are you insane?” I ask him, peering outside to see it lying in the middle of the road. “You could have hit a car, or better yet a person.”
“Where are the rest? Might as well get rid of them now,” he says, walking to my closet where he moves things around.
I close the window and follow him to my closet where he is tossing hangers left and right to see if maybe it’s hidden in the back. “Do you mind?” I ask him.
“Nope, I don’t mind at all,” he says, going to my shelves with my shoes.
I get in front of him. “Okay, that’s enough. You can do what you want, but the shoes, they don’t get touched.”
He laughs at me for a second and then he takes in my lace outfit. My breasts rise and fall while he watches. “Playtime is over,” he says. “Get on the bed, legs spread.”
My hand goes to my throat that has suddenly become drier than the ocean. “I,” I start to stutter, “I thought we were going to second base?” My heart is beating so loud I hear the echoes in my ears. “I think legs spread is a third base kind of thing.”
He walks toward me while I take a step back, my back hitting my shoe rack, his hand coming to touch my face, the light touch giving me goose bumps all over. “There’s nothing I’m going to do to you that you aren’t going to like.” His thumb goes down to my nipple that has perked up for him. He puts his thumb into his mouth and them comes back again. The wetness against the lace makes it tingle even more. “Your body lights up for me.” He continues going in a circle with his thumb, my eyes fixated on his hand. “Need a taste,” he says and I blink my eyes, not sure what he means. He wants a taste of what, me? But I don’t have to wait for long because he bends his head and his teeth bite my nipple right through my bra. His teeth clamp down on it. I wait for the pain, but it’s the opposite of pain. It’s need. The feeling goes straight to my stomach, which then goes straight to my core. My head flies back taking in the feeling. He sucks my nipple deep into his mouth, while his tongue turns around the puckered nipple. My hand flies into his hair. “Do I have your attention?” he asks the minute he lets my nipple go. My eyes slowly open, almost as if I’m in a haze. I nod my head yes because he’s got my attention and so much more. “Get on the bed and spread your legs for me.” He kisses my neck, my head moving to make way for him. “Please.”
“Well, since you asked so nice,” I say, walking to the bed. I get on it, not sure if I lie in the middle, on my side, or on his side. So I sit in the middle of the bed, my legs crossed Indian style. “So, as this is the first time I’ve gone to second base, I’m not sure where I should sit. I mean, I’ve had sex. Or maybe.”
“Babe, really, not a good time to talk about you in bed with someone else while I’m about to go to third base.” He gets on the bed with me and pushes me down, and pulls my legs, making my back hit the bed. “Trust me, when we have sex, you’ll fucking know you had it. And I’ll make damn fucking sure you feel me in there for weeks to come,” he tells me while he crawls over me. My hands st
art in his hair, running over his broad shoulders, down his thick arms. His lips come down on mine. My lips open for his tongue, my tongue seeking his. The kiss leaves me breathless. He kisses my chin, going down to my neck. His finger drags down the bra strap from my shoulder, till he stops at my elbow. His finger traces the top of the bra cup, slipping in to tease my nipple.
“So fucking perfect,” he says while he is pulling the cup down my pink peaked nipple waiting for his mouth. He sucks in so deep I wonder if you can get a nipple hickey. “I bet you’re wet.” He repeats the action to the other breast. My legs spread open. Without even knowing I arch up my back, pushing my breast into him. His mouth lets go of my breast, leaning back on his legs. Both his hands go to my breasts where he squeezes them, then rolls the nipples at the same time between his thumb and forefinger. “Are you wet for me?” he asks, the whole time looking into my eyes. His hands run down my sides, now making me squirm because the touch is so soft. The same thumb that was rolling my nipple is now rubbing up and down my center, the wetness soaking through the lace. “Soaked.” He rubs it again. “Where did you get these?” he asks and I’m not even sure I can comprehend what he’s saying. “I owe you a new pair,” he says right before he rips the sides, the panties falling to the bed, leaving me open for him, glistening. “Third base.” His voice is thick with need. His fingers go back on me again, this time skin on skin. Two fingers go from my clit to my opening, gathering wetness and then going back up to rub circles around it. “Pink and perfect.” Is the last thing I hear before he leans down and takes my clit into his mouth, twirling his tongue around it. My legs move wider apart, my head digging deeper into the bed. “Play with your nipples while I play with your pussy.”
I pull my hands from my sides and bring them to my nipples where I pinch them lightly. Matthew’s tongue runs down my folds till he slides it inside me. “Oh my God.” I close my eyes, feeling him all over me.
His finger joins his tongue. “Shit. So tight, you’re squeezing my fingers,” he says, entering me with just his fingers while he moves up to bite my clit, and I feel it all the way down to my toes. “You taste like heaven,” he says to me while he licks me from bottom to top again, circling his pointy tongue around my clit. I’m on the edge, I can feel it. My tits are getting tighter, the nipples more sensitive while I pinch and roll them. His fingers slowly work their way inside me while he sucks, bites, and rubs my clit.
“I’m going to,” I don’t say anything else because he knows. His fingers move faster while his tongue rubs back and forth on my clit. My head goes back and I let go, leaving my tits and grabbing his head between my legs, pushing him more into me. I spasm around his fingers, and when the feeling starts to fade away I loosen my hold on his head. My hands go out to my sides. “Third base is really a good place to be.” I smile at him while he watches me. My eyes roll down his chest till they land on that place I’ve been dreaming of going to. I sit up, slowly grabbing his waist. “You know what’s the best thing about third base?” I ask him, watching his eyes as I take my finger and fit it into the elastic at his waist, his stomach sucking in as soon as I get close to his cock. I peel his underwear down over his hips, his cock springing free. His beautiful cock. Can a cock be beautiful? I have the answer. Yes, yes, it can and yes, it is. His is so perfect. “Oh. My. God,” I say out loud as my eyes make contact with his cock. His shaft is so thick and wide, my fingers try to wrap around the base, but it’s so big they don’t touch. When I move up his shaft, I hear his hiss coming from above me.
“You’re killing me, babe.”
I shake my head, “Nope, not yet, but I will,” I tell him, leaning in and licking the tip. “Get ready for third base.”
Chapter Thirteen
Matthew
“Third base is really a good place to be.” She smiles at me while I watch her. Her eyes move down my chest, landing on my cock that’s straining to get out and in her. She looks like she’s about to eat me. Her tongue comes out to lick her lips. She sits up slowly, grabbing my waist. “You know what’s the best thing about third base?” she asks me, but I can’t answer because her fingers touch me, making my mouth dry, like sand in the desert. She puts one finger and fits it into the elastic at my waist, her touch making my stomach suck in as soon as she gets close to my cock. She peels my underwear down over my hips, my cock springing free.
“Oh. My. God,” she says out loud as her eyes finally make contact with my cock, her fingers trying to wrap around the base, but it’s so big they don’t touch. When her hand moves up my shaft, I hiss out over her.
“You’re killing me, babe.”
She shakes her head. “Nope, not yet, but I will.” Is the last thing she says before she leans in, licking the tip. “Get ready for third base.”
Her mouth covers the tip of my cock, my eyes closing while I try not to come right away. Her small hand squeezes my cock while her mouth tries to deep throat me, stopping halfway down. I open my eyes, watching her hair fall over her face, blocking the view of my cock sliding into her mouth. I take one hand, pushing her hair to the side while my hips move on their own, thrusting into her mouth. Her hand works with her mouth, coming up when her mouth comes up. Her tongue curls around me while she sucks me back down into her mouth. My other hand goes to the back of her head as my hips continue to thrust, this time going a little deeper. Her moaning shoots through my cock down to my balls.
“Fuck. I’m not going to last long.” And I’m not lying either. Her mouth on me, it’s almost my breaking point. She sucks me, her cheeks going hollow, and then her eyes meet mine. My balls get tight, and I know I’m about to come. “I’m going to come,” I tell her while I let go of her head so she can move her head, but she doesn’t. She just sucks me deeper, her eyes never leaving mine as I let go and come into her mouth, watching her swallow all that I have to offer. She doesn’t let me go till I empty inside of her mouth. She continues for a minute longer till she’s sure I’m done.
The minute my cock leaves her mouth, she smiles at me shyly, turning her face to the side, trying to get off the bed. I stop her by putting my hand under her chin. “Not so fast there.”
She stops, facing me.
“Naked.”
She looks confused.
“From now on, new rule. We sleep naked.”
“I’m not sleeping naked. I don’t like sleeping naked. What if there’s a fire?” she asks me while my hand leaves her chin. “What if there’s a fire and I have to run in the street naked?”
I smile at her, seeing that she is secretly freaking out about sleeping naked. “Babe, if there’s a fire, I’ll make sure you’re dressed before we go out.”
She crosses her arms over her chest. “What if the fire starts in my closet and I have no clothes?”
I lean down and kiss her on the lips, smiling. “Okay, leave a robe by the bed. Happy?” I get off the bed. “Problem solved. Now I’m going to make sure everything is locked. Get into bed.”
She turns around to get off the bed, picking up her bra from the floor.
“Naked, babe.”
I walk out of the room while she is glaring at me, going downstairs and making sure everything is locked up. I pick up my phone from the counter and go upstairs. I walk into the room that’s now dark, and I see her under the covers in almost a ball.
I walk over to my side of the bed, tossing the covers over while getting underneath them. I go to the middle where I touch her bare skin. She came to bed naked, for me. Smiling, I pull her to me.
“Fuck off, Matthew,” she tells me, making me laugh into her neck. “We better not be naked in the middle of the street.”
My hand rests on her stomach while I kiss her neck and listen to her fall asleep. The sound of her soft breathing fills the room. I hear my phone buzz, but I don’t move away from her. Whatever it is can wait for morning. Closing my eyes, I follow her into sleep.
I don’t know what time it is, but all I hear are phones ringing. I open my eyes slowly, my arm dead
asleep with Karrie’s head on it. She must hear the ringing also because she shoots her arm out to grab the phone.
“Hello.” Her voice is still sleepy. I don’t know who is on the phone, but she bolts up, grabbing the sheet from falling down her chest. “What are you talking about?” she asks, throwing her legs off the bed and rushing to her closet. “Where are they saying that he was?” I get up, grabbing my phone, seeing the twenty-seven missed calls from Cooper, along with one text.
You better be fucking sleeping! IN YOUR OWN BED!!!
My eyebrows pinch together in confusion while Karrie comes out of her closet, dressed in yoga pants and a sweater that falls off a shoulder, showing her perfect skin. My cock must think it’s time to play because he’s ready for action.
“You need to get dressed,” she says, throwing her phone on her bed. “My father is on his way here.” She runs around the room, talking to herself again.
“Why does this happen to me?” She walks to the bathroom, then comes back into the bedroom. “I should have gone with my gut.” She continues while she picks up my boxers that are lying on the floor the minute the doorbell rings. Her face goes whiter than white. “Oh. My. God.” She throws my boxers at me while she walks to the window and looks outside. “It’s my father.” And she ties her hair on top of her head, pacing the room. “Oh my God, this is horrible. Get dressed. Meet me downstairs.” And she runs out of the room, down the stairs, yelling, “Coming.”
I run my hands over my face, grabbing my boxers and putting them on with the basketball shorts that I put on the bedside table last night. I walk down the stairs into the living room. I stop in the doorway when I take in that it isn’t just Karrie’s dad, but it’s the coach and Robert, all sitting there, their eyes landing straight on me.
“Well, look at this,” Karrie’s dad, Doug, says, folding his arms over his chest, but I don’t say anything because the door opens again with Mindy, the PR girl, coming in.
She stops at the doorway, looking me up and down, taking me in. “Perhaps you could put on a shirt.” I hear Karrie from the side of the room sitting next to her father, her knee bouncing with nerves.
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