20. Matt
20
MATT
I hiss as she slides her tongue over my throbbing dick.
She’s been teasing me all day with that tight skirt and poor excuse for a shirt, so I’m already painfully hard, dying to slide all the way into her mouth.
This day took a turn I wasn’t expecting, but you won’t see me complaining.
She looks me straight in the eyes as she takes me in all the way to the back of her throat. Her bright red lips are a vision, leaving marks all over my shaft. I move her hair away and hold it at the back of her head as she pumps my cock in and out of her mouth excruciatingly slow. My hand twitches with the need to move her head, but I keep steady, letting her control the pace.
Sliding the cock out of her mouth, she looks at me innocently. “Is there a problem?” she asks, spit dripping from her bottom lip.
“Nope,” I growl, my patience wearing thin. Involuntarily, I pull her head back to my cock as two Matts battle inside.
“How about you show me what you want?” She smirks, pushing me to my breaking point.
I take the belt hanging over my shoulder and circle her nape.
“Open,” I command, and she listens beautifully. Using my grip on the belt, I slide my cock into her mouth, all the way back until she gags on it. Quickly, I release her head so she doesn’t choke, but the sound does something to me.
Once again, I pull the belt forward, pumping my cock deeper into her mouth. A gagging sound resurfaces, and I let it go for a second longer. That fucking sound already has me on edge.
“Is this ok?” I ask her quietly. She nods her head eagerly, and I notice her skirt hiked up high, her hand in her panties.
“This makes you hot?” She nods. “Are you going to come while choking on my cock?” A lewd moan escapes her, and I clench my ass to stop from coming right then and there.
“Fuck, you’re a dirty girl, making me lose control over these lips wrapped around my cock.”
Tongue laid out, my cock resting on it, she fingers herself, waiting for my next move.
If there’s a heaven, I’m in it right now.
“Tap my thigh three times if it gets too much.” I show her how and wait for her to nod.
Thank you, internet for this useful knowledge!
Rougher this time, I pull the belt and her head as she deep throats my cock. Keeping her head in place, I start thrusting my hips. Her curls bounce with my movements, tears forming in her eyes. Spit drips down her chin, gagging noises fill the room, and her hand moves at a frantic pace in her panties.
Pleasure starts building deep in my spine, but I’m not ready for this to end, so I slide my dick out.
“Tell me, is this pussy wet for me?” I grab her drool-soaked chin.
“Why don’t you come and check?” Bending down, I slide my hand inside her lace panties.
“You’re fucking soaked, baby.” Her eyes widen. “You ready for me to spill in your mouth?” An enthusiastic nod. “Are you ready to come for me?” Lifting her hands, she takes the belt and slides it around. It’s now pressing the front of her throat and I get the message right away.
“This what you want?” I clasp the belt around her neck, not too hard but hard enough to put pressure on it. She nods once again, sliding her tongue out. Fuck.
My right hand wraps around the end of the belt, and I slide my cock back in. Starting slow, I pick up my pace mouth-fucking her while my hand grips the belt, putting more and more pressure on her neck. Mascara runs down her cheeks while spit drips to the floor.
Her moans mix with my grunts as she sucks me in, hollowing her cheeks. She chokes on my cock as the belt tightens slightly. Just as I begin to pull away, giving her space to breathe, I feel her tremble around my cock. A moan escapes her as she comes, pulling my own orgasm from me. I spill and spill into her mouth as she shivers. When I pull out my cock, she looks up into my eyes and I see her swallow.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.” I get down on my knees, pulling her lips to mine. I get a taste of my own pleasure, but it’s hers I want to taste. So, I take out the hand from her panties and take it into my mouth. She whimpers as I lick her fingers clean, her taste making me harden again.
Her glossy eyes stare into me lovingly. I know it’s the afterglow, but fuck, I want her looking at me like that every day. I help her up from her knees and sit her down on a chair. From my pocket, I take out a tissue and carefully clean her face. There’s no hiding what we did, but I’ll do my best.
Pulling my pants up, I put the belt back on; pretty sure I’ll never be able to look at it without getting hard again. She’s still quiet, but content, so I take her hand and lead her out of the coat room to the bathroom. Luckily, the entrance to all the facilities are off of the ballroom. The bathroom is luxurious, a red velvet couch in the middle of it. I set her down.
“Can I check your purse?” I ask. A quiet ‘Sure’ is her answer, so I take her purse and rummage through it do see what we can do. A small pack of wet wipes, her lipstick, and some powder. Perfect.
Starting with the wet wipes, I clean the mascara running down her cheeks. She is pliant in my hands, so unlike the combative Natalie I know. I apply some powder to hide the red marks on her face. Lastly, I reapply her bright red lipstick. Another thing I won’t be able to look at without getting hard.
“Where did you learn to put on make up?” she asks me.
“My sister broke her right arm when she was fifteen. So, for a month, I was her personal make-up artist.” She lets out a giggle.
When I’m done, she’s finally awake enough to get up on her own. She gets in front of the mirror, touching her fingers to her lips.
“Not bad. Thank you.” A Natalie smile crosses her face. The smile that makes you feel like you’re on top of the world.
She straightens her skirt, standing on shaky legs, before we exit the ballroom. The receptionist, thankfully, doesn’t look twice at us as we exit the venue.
The silence in the car stretches a few minutes before she breaks it. “I know this whole thing is weird. But it seems like I have a hard time keeping it in my pants when it comes to you.”
It’s an understatement of how I feel about her. I’ll be thinking of what just transpired for the rest of my life.
“I get it. We have some pretty good chemistry. I hope I didn’t go too far back there.”
“It was exactly what I needed. Something about breaking your Good Guy persona is a kink of mine.” She smirks, and if that’s what she wants, that’s what she’ll get.
“Yeah, you’re somehow able to do that.” I smirk back.
“Look, I’ve said this won’t happen again too many times, so I won’t say it again. I know it’s probably a horrible idea, but I would like for it to happen again.” Hope blooms in my chest. I’ve waited so fucking long to hear this from her.
“I’d like that, too.” I don’t tell her to come home with me right now and stay with me until we have to leave for work on Monday. I don’t want to overwhelm her.
“It’s just sex, of course. You know I don’t do anything else. And I don’t want you to put your life on hold because of it, so feel free to continue dating as you did. If something gets more serious, we’ll call things off.” Just like that, the hope’s gone, replaced by a knot in my stomach.
Of course, she only wants sex. Never has she ever shown interest in anything more. I don’t know where the fear of commitment stems from, but it was stupid of me to think she’ll want to date me just because I’ve made her come a couple times.
“OK,” I say, not daring to ask will she also date in the meantime. Even though it’s not what I want, I’ll take what I can get.
Rina and Connor started as friends with benefits, and she was reluctant for anything else. Now look at them.
Kiara is the last one still at BYC when we get back. Natalie slips into her office so she could sign the venue contracts. She gives me a small wave and a smile as I leave.
I never had a friend with benefits before. Meaning I have no idea how it works. Not sure if we go on dates. Or if we text. It’s a minefield.
I shoot a text to Connor, asking if he’s free for a beer. We agree to meet up in half an hour at a random bar halfway from the both of us.
Getting there first, I do my best to keep thoughts of Natalie’s lips wrapped around my cock to a minimum, but it’s just as hard as I expected (pun intended).
“What’s up?” Connor asks, as he slides into the booth across from me. I motion to the waitress to bring another beer.
“It happened again.”
“What happened?” He studies me suspiciously.
“Natalie and I.”
“Weren’t you at work?” He thanks the waitress for the beer and takes a big sip of it.
“No, we actually went to the gala venue to get the contract. And then we entered the coatroom and things happened.” He whistles. “Though it also happened at the office a few weeks ago.” He chokes on his beer, trying not to laugh.
“Look at you. Never thought you had a thing for public sex.”
“Neither did I.” I shrug.
“Good for you for finding things you obviously like.”
“That’s the thing. I’m not sure if it’s a thing I like, or if it’s her. I can’t imagine having public sex with any of my exes. But with her, I can’t imagine waiting long enough to get somewhere private. The need’s too strong.”
“I get it. Are you still pretending it won’t happen again?” he asks, placing the bottle back on the table.
“No, thank God. I guess we’re a friends with benefits type of thing now?”
“You guess?”
“No, I’m sure. But I have no idea what it entails. Why is she so damn scared of commitment?”
“No idea. Not even Rina knows if there’s a reason behind it. She was like that when the two of them met. As much as she commits to her friends, romantic relationships are not on the menu for her.”
“Fuck, and you know my thoughts on casual sex.” Even without that, anything with Natalie can’t be casual to me.
“Maybe it’s a good thing for both of you, getting out of your comfort zones a bit. I know it doesn’t seem like a lot to you, but friends with benefits is pretty much a marriage to her. And I think you guys will be good for each other. But be careful. I love the girl, but when it comes to men, she’s a flight risk.”
“And how does it work? Do I take her on dates, or do we just have sex?” My voice lowers on the last part. I’m not open when it comes to sex or talking about it. Though, after what happened today, maybe I’m holding onto an image that doesn’t fit me anymore.
Connor chuckles. “However, you want it to work. Though, knowing Nats, I’d start casual.” I nod my head in agreement. We talk some more, mostly about our jobs. It’s so nice to have a job you’re excited to talk about.
Three beers later, we’re heading home. Connor’s right. I’m stuck in my ways and maybe this will force me to open up. Sex was definitely never better.
As I head to lunch with my mom, my hands itch with the need to text Natalie, but I refrain myself. I don’t want to scare her away, so I’ll need to get a grasp on my need for her.
“Hi, honey!” She greets me with a wide smile. “Come help me in the kitchen.” Mom knows my wish of being able to sustain myself with cooking, so each time I come, she waits for me to show me some cooking tips and tricks.
“I’m making gnocchi.” We’re not Italian, but she likes to try out new recipes. “Most of it is done, but you can help me with the rest.” She shows a pile of dough on the counter.
“Gnocchi, huh? Sounds complicated.” I wash my hands in the sink.
“Not at all. I cooked some potatoes, mixed them with salt and flour and voilà! Now we roll them,” she rolls out a snake out of the dough, “and cut them into gnocchi.”
I follow her lead and the gnocchi appear faster than I expected.
“You’re right. This isn’t too hard.”
“Told you. Besides, every good meal has a common special ingredient.”
“Salt?” I quip.
“Well, that too.” She laughs. “But I meant love, care. Everything you make with love will taste great to the person it’s intended for.”
“What’s the sauce? I don’t smell anything.”
“That’s because you’re going to make it.” I groan, not because I don’t want to, but because I don’t want to ruin our meal.
“Tell me what to do.”
She guides me, step by step while I make the butter and sage sauce. Even by my standards, it’s pretty easy. I could learn all this on my own, but she likes to still teach me things. Plus, I like to spend time with her.
“You see, this is perfect,” she says as she chews on the first bite of our meal.
“It’s pretty good,” I respond. The whole time we eat, I think of Natalie.
Gnocchi is probably a staple in her house, and I’m proud to know I can make her something she most likely loves to eat. If only I were able to get her to my house for a homecooked dinner.