10. Mattie
CHAPTER 10
MATTIE
My knee bounced with nerves as he settled down, sitting right next to me on my bed.
My laptop was on a nightstand he had pulled over, and 10 Things I Hate About You started to play. I breathed out slowly, trying to calm the excited nerves that were wreaking havoc throughout my body.
It was a little after eleven. It wasn’t late, but it was hardly early. We had already watched The Avengers and were on to the next movie because neither of us wanted him to leave. We hadn’t done anything but sit by each other. He hadn’t even held my hand since we stepped foot into my dorm.
His hands resting on his thick muscular thighs, and when I glanced at him, he seemed almost relaxed. Just chilling, sitting and watching the movie next to me. He wasn’t being pushy or anything, but having a guy in my room, regardless of the building, was not my norm.
Not only that, but this wasn’t just any guy.
It was Dylan!
The one guy who had piqued my interest in a way I couldn’t explain. He shifted, and when his thigh touched mine, my eyes moved to his. “Sorry,” he rasped and cleared his throat. “You getting tired?”
“No,” I breathed, swaying in a little closer to him.
“That’s good,” he mumbled. His eyes dropped to my mouth, and I felt that gaze like a caress. My lips tingled for his. I wanted him to kiss me more than I wanted to take my next breath. “Mattie.” He used that warning prayer tone again that made me go all warm.
“Yeah?” I breathed, noticing just how close we were. His hand slipped behind me as we both shifted closer.
“Mattie, can I kiss you?” he rasped. His words took a moment for my poor brain to process. “Tell me to stop. Please, beautiful.”
“Please don’t,” I whispered, getting lost in the blue-green haze of his gaze.
“Don’t kiss you?” Dylan froze and slightly jerked away.
It was only two inches of space, but the fact he was ready to give me what he thought I wanted, even if it cost him, made something inside of me go all warm and mushy. It made the trust I had started to have in him during the last semester keep growing.
“No.” Confusion filled his eyes, and I quickly corrected it. “Please don’t stop and kiss me. I think… I think I’ve been waiting for this forever,” I admitted. Probably giving away too much, but I was too deep in the bubble we were in to stop and second-guess myself.
“Fuck,” he cursed, almost to himself, before his big hand rose between us. His touch was so light, so tender, my eyes shut. Emotions were getting the better of me. My lips parted as my breathing grew heavier. Warmer. I soaked in every sensation of his palm on my cheek. The rough callouses, the heat of his skin on mine. It made me crave so much more.
“Mattie,” he rasped, “I kiss you right now?—“
“Please,” I cut him off, all but begging for him to touch his lips to mine. I squirmed while I waited. When he didn’t kiss me, my eyes opened. I watched his lock with mine. The intensity in that blue-green gaze made my nipples tighten even more, rubbing against the lace material of the bra I had chosen to wear under my sundress.
“Do you not want to?” I asked breathily, and he groaned as his head jerked back and forth.
“That’s not it.” He swallowed. The movement made my eyes lock on his thickly corded neck. I pressed my lips together to stop myself from doing something crazy like lean forward and lick him there.
“I kiss you, Mattie, you’re mine.” His voice sounded rich and deep. His nose brushed against mine almost as softly as he stroked the apple of my cheek. If he kisses me, I’ll be his? I am more than okay with that.
“I kiss you, shortcake, you’re mine,” he repeated in the most possessive tone I’d ever heard. One that if it came from anyone else, I wouldn’t have appreciated it, but it coming from Dylan sounded sinfully delicious and so right I found myself leaning closer to him. “And you need to know, I don’t share,” he roughly added.
My chest rose and fell, and my thighs pressed together. “What if I don’t share, either?” I watched his lips that had been set in a stern line tilt upward.
“I wouldn’t mind that at fucking all. Not when you’re the only one I want,” he admitted. An overwhelming need washed through me. Is this really happening?
He must have felt the same way. Before I knew it, the two of us closed the small amount of space between us, but even before our lips touched, he held still, holding my face in his hand, silently giving me a moment to change my mind.
“Dylan,” I gasped.
“Baby, I’m trying to be a good guy here,” he gruffly mumbled. His hooded eyes focused on my mouth. “I take that pretty pout of yours, I find out how you taste, I know I won’t be able to stop.” He sounded so tortured.
If I hadn’t been so damn needy, I would have asked what he meant.
“You are,” I whined. “Please,” I asked again, hardly recognizing myself. All I knew was that being this close to Dylan, in my bedroom, made me ache for so much more.
The sound he made, a deep growl that was almost animalistic, made a bigger mess of my panties. Time felt like it slowed down and rushed by at the same time. His hold on my face tightened, and I lost the ability to breathe. His thumb stroked the side of my face, and my eyes fluttered shut as he moved in just that little bit that separated is.
When his lips touched mine, everything else, even my name, faded from my brain. Those first few moments were simply a pressing of our mouths. Our lips danced over one another. Sweet and innocent. Slow. Completely the opposite of how I thought he’d kiss but not any less beautiful.
Dylan’s fingers slid into my hair, and when he tilted my face the way he wanted, he didn’t hesitate in deepening the kiss. His tongue, warm and thick, skimmed the edges of my lips. I trembled, parting my lips, giving him access to my mouth.
Wet and rough.
His tongue dove into my mouth, and my hands gripped the material of the shirt he wore. I clung to him, giving him everything his mouth wordlessly demanded. It was beautiful. Intense and passionate. Wet and deep. He tasted like coffee and almond croissant mixed with the mint I had offered him when we got to my dorm. Great thinking ahead! a little voice in my head cheered. That little voice disappeared when his free hand wrapped around my waist, and he pulled me onto his lap. I gasped against his mouth when I straddled him, my thighs going over his.
“Dylan.” I swallowed, my fingers pressed into the muscles. I hovered right above him, not exactly pressing my core to his thickness, just hovering there. Mostly because of inexperience and not knowing what I was supposed to do.
The skirt of my dress skimmed the back of my thighs, making me feel so empty. “Sit on my lap, baby girl,” he ordered, almost like he knew I needed the instruction.
“Oh god,” I cried as I dropped down slowly. My eyes opened when I felt him. “You’re hard,” I blurted out, and he groaned.
“I’m always hard when it comes to you,” he admitted. His hands on my hips tightened their grip, and something came over me. I pressed my front to his, putting us flush against one another, so close I doubted a sheet of paper fit between us. My lips touched the edge of his jaw.
“That’s not true. It can’t be,” I whispered, making my way back to his lips.
“Fuck,” he cursed. “You have no idea. Every damn day sitting next to you all semester. It was heaven and hell.”
“Dylan.” I had so many questions floating through my head, but I didn’t bother asking. Later, that little voice in my head whispered. Much later, it repeated just before my lips found his again.
This time, I was the one who was demanding and Dylan, being Dylan, gave it to me. He let me lick and nip. Our teeth scraped and tongues dueled while my hands played with his hair. It was short and soft. I tugged at the ends, loving the sounds he made.
He flipped me over onto my back. My body bounced once before his covered mine, his big strong body between my widespread thighs. My hair splayed around my pillow, and I looked up at him.
“This is like a dream I’ve had.” My hands lifted to hold his face, and there was something in his gaze, like he was fighting something.
“Baby—“
“I like how you feel on top of me,” I admitted before lifting my head to touch my mouth to his.
“Baby girl,” his voice rumbled. My sex clenched at the term of endearment, and something else floated through my mind. I loved the way he felt on top of me. How thick and strong his body was. The way he touched me. Possessive yet tender. There was something I wanted to call him, something I was pretty sure if I said out loud would freak him out. Or make him laugh.
“I’d love to know what that pretty little head of yours is thinking right now.”
“I’m not so sure about that,” I rasped, my throat suddenly dry. He leaned down, pressing his body completely against mine, giving me his weight.
“I’m going to crush you.” He started to pull away, but I wrapped my arms around him and hooked my legs over the small of his back, pressing his sex closer to mine.
“Please don’t. I like it I like this,” I shared in a breathy whine.
“Baby,” he growled. He was sweet for trying to go slow and not want to rush me. It made me fall harder for him. He was being chivalrous and gentlemanly. Better than any Prince Charming I had ever read about. He was a king.
A daddy.
The term had never been something that called me. It had always been something I assumed would suite an older man. But even though Dylan was only three months older, it didn’t stop the term from bouncing in my head. I looked at him, licking my lips. Daddy. It fit him. Daddy. Oh yeah, it fit him. I lifted and rolled my hips against him.
“Please,” I whispered, and another deep sound vibrated through him.
“Shortcake,” he growled, almost like he was hurting. I dropped down, thankful once again for having worn a sundress to the party. My panty-covered pussy dragged against his thick almost pulsing bulge.
“Ohmygod,” I whimpered with pleasure. “You feel so good, Da-Dylan,” I quickly corrected.
His hands guided my hips as I rolled against him back and forth. Softly. Lovingly. All while our lips hover one another, sharing our breath. Making the need inside of me grow further, the ache build higher and higher. I’d heard of dry humping, and again, I worried my inexperience was going to show. But if he didn’t like something, Dylan didn’t say a word.
“Look at you,” he rasped. “Fuck, I can feel how hot you are for me. Is your pretty little kitty nice and wet for me, Mattie?”
“Da-Dylan.” His nose flared and his lips parted, touching mine. We kissed as the moment built higher. He pulled away, and his forehead pressed against mine.
“Yeah, you are. Such a good girl. Just for me.” I nodded because I was completely his. I shouldn’t have let things get carried away so quickly, but I couldn’t get myself to think about it, much less regret it.
“Fuck.” His Adam’s apple bobbed. “I can feel how badly that little kitty needs more attention, doesn’t it.”
“Honey,” I gasped. One off his big rough hands dropped from my hip to grip my ass cheek and squeezed.
“Ohmygod,” I gasped. My body never stopped rolling and grinding against his. The tightening inside of me started. My hips rubbed against him with desperation. “I think…” my voice squeaked and my eyes hooded. I tried to keep my gaze connected with his. I loved the way he watched me. Intense. His body almost taut on top of me. He reminded me of a stretched rubber band, ready to snap.
“Come for me, shortcake. Come for daddy,” he gritted through his teeth. Everything inside me warmed at him calling himself that. I didn’t get much time to think about how right it sounded when he thrust up to make his bulge press harder against me.
“Daddy!” I gasped, letting the name tumble past my lips just as I saw colorful fireworks go off behind my eyes. My body quaked and my head thrashed back, but I didn’t need to worry about falling. Not when his strong arms held me to him while wave after wave of euphoric pleasure pulsed through my body.
His mouth latched onto my neck, and a deep animalistic sound echoed against the walls of my dorm. He sucked and bit, and I wouldn’t be even a little surprised if he’d leave a hickey behind.
“Mattie.” My name sounded violent and rough. So damn sexy, my pussy clenched.
I might have come hard and beautifully, but it didn’t mean that deep-rooted empty feeling inside of me went away. But almost like he knew I needed more, he pushed against me again. My legs spread wider to make more room for him, my legs hooked around his middle and my hands clung to his shoulders.
“Fuck, look at you.” His mouth went back to mine.
Somewhere between a blur of kisses and nips, he pulled his shirt off. His mouth left mine before moving to my neck down to my collarbone. What felt like every nerve ending from my head to my toes had come alive.
Daddy’s hands explored my body. Calloused palms leaving nothing but need and heat in their wake. First at the sides of my torso, somehow not tickling me, before they traveled lower. Down to my hips and then thighs, making their descent underneath the skirt of my dress.
“Jesus, shortcake, you’re so soft. So soft, so much softer than I thought you could be,” he praised. I felt dizzy with lust and something else.
Something so big I was afraid to name.
There was no way I could be feeling what I thought I felt when he touched me and talked to me, could I? No! It was too soon, too fast. This was just hormones and desire.
“Dyl,” I cried out, squirming under him. I didn’t still until the tips of his fingers touched the ruined gusset of my panties.
“Fuck.” he cursed, his jaw clenched. Those beautiful blue-green eyes of his flared with heat. “You’re soaked.” His voice sounded deeper than before. “These little panties are ruined, aren’t they?” His chest pressed tightly against mine, his breathing completely off.
“Please,” I whispered so softly, yet it felt like it echoed against the walls. “Please,” I repeated, not sure what I was asking for, but I knew he’d give me what I needed. I had no idea how I knew that or where this crazy trust was coming from, but it was like all my walls had come tumbling down when it came to being with him.
Dylan made me feel safe and seen. Loved.
“I’ll give you exactly what this pretty kitty is asking for, shortcake,” he promised, and I knew he would.
His mouth trailed down to my neck, to the swells of my breasts, before he tugged the front of my dress including the cups of my bra down. “Fucking hell,” he rasped. “Look at these pretty tits.” I couldn’t even take a breath before his mouth latched onto one nipple and my back arched off the mattress.
“Daddy,” I pleaded, letting my hand dig into his soft hair. He moved his mouth to give the other side attention while his hand moved up and cupped the breast he had just left.
“Taste so good, Mattie. You’re going to be the end of me. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.” He suckled on me again. “Jesus. I knew you would taste like strawberries. Strawberries and cream and honey. “
“Please—“
“Daddy,” he cut me off. The demand was clear in his voice. His eyes locked with mine. “Call me daddy,” he ordered, and I squirmed beneath him.
“It shouldn’t sound so hot.” My thoughts slipped past my lips.
“It doesn’t matter what it should or shouldn’t sound like. If it fits us, who cares about anything else?”
“Us?” I repeated, and he nodded, his face moving to my sternum, where he placed open-mouthed kisses.
“Us,” he repeated. “I told you”—his eyes moved up and connected with mine— “I warned you what would happen if I kissed you.” He peppered more kisses. “I told you, you would be mine. Only mine.”
“Like a relationship?” How the hell was this real life? Didn’t guys our age run away from the R word?
“Like forever,” he growled, and before I could string two words together, he moved.
God, the man was fast.
Way faster than I thought a guy his size could ever be. One moment he was kissing the space between my breasts, his hands cupping both breasts, and the next he was between my thighs, pushing them apart. I let him, and within the next moment, I felt his breath there .
“Ohmy!” I gasped, my head digging into the pillow.
His mouth touched my pussy, and my eyes fluttered shut as I tried to absorb every single sensation. “So sweet,” he murmured, laving attention on my most intimate places even though there was a barrier of cotton superheating his from my flesh. “So fucking perfect. Just like I knew you would be. Look at you.” He panted. “So mine.”
Without fumbling, his fingers pulled the material to the side, and then his mouth was on me. I whimpered and squirmed, but his arm simply locked onto my waist and held me in place. Never taking his mouth off me while he licked around my clit before pulling it between his lips. My ass bucked off the mattress and my hands clenched his hair.
“Mouth,” he warned before moving his mouth just a bit lower. His tongue dipped into my entrance. I loved how full he made me feel. How the burn of the way his digits stretched me mingled with the wet heat of his mouth. Nothing, not one thing had ever felt as close to what he was making me feel.
“Oh shit, Daddy! Daddy! I… ohmygod!” I cursed. “Please, oh please, don’t stop.”
“I couldn’t stop. Not now, not ever. You’re mine, Mattie Fuentes,” he vowed. Dylan’s free hand moved down and between my legs. My mouth parted when not one but two of his fingers started to find their way inside of me.
“Yes,” I hissed, bucking into his touch and his mouth. “More! Oh yes! More!” I begged. I had no idea who this girl was, talking dirty and unashamedly asking for more.
I’d has sex twice in my life. Both had been okay but nothing more than one-time hook-ups in the backseat of their cars. The first had been a friend whom I’d messed around with mostly because I wanted to see what the hype was about sex. The second had been my one and only time on dating apps.
Both times had left me underwhelmed.
Nothing like what was happening with Dylan.
He hadn’t fucked me yet, but what we had done so far had been so much better than anything I could have ever imagined. Before I knew, before I was ready, I was coming all over again, but this time on his mouth while his fingers stroked the spongey part deep inside of me.
“Daddy!” I yelped, breathless from the bliss he made me feel. His tongue and fingers slowed down, but he didn’t take them away. He kept licking me, bringing my body back to the edge.
“I need more. I need you, please, Daddy.”
“Not yet.” He took his mouth off my pussy and moved to my thighs. His gentle kisses soothed me. My eyelids became heavy as I soaked in every kiss I felt. He kissed my shoulders before righting the front of my dress and cuddling his front to my back.
“What about you?” I asked, trying to stifle a yawn. Now that my body was so relaxed, I felt like my bones were made of gelatin.
“That was for me,” he whispered against the shell of my ear.
“But—“
“Trust me, shortcake. I got so much out of that.”
“But you haven’t… you’re still—“ I started to say, pressing my ass against his front, more than aware of the hard situation he was sporting.
“Mattie,” he warned.
“You didn’t, though.” I glanced over my shoulder.
“I did,” he shared. His eyes never wavered from mine. “You’re still hard,” I unnecessarily pointed out.
“Maybe, but I did. Twice. Right into my pants.” My eyes widened and I blinked. Without thinking about it, my hand, with a mind of its own, started to move closer to his cock, but his hand took my wrist and he shook his head.
“Rest,” he ordered.
“But––“ He shot me a look that had me changing what I was going to say. “I mean, do you want to change? Or, umm, wash up?” My face started to heat up, and he grinned at me.
“Hell no. I don’t want to be anywhere but right here with you.” He pressed his lips against my temple. We spooned. “Sleep, beautiful.”
“Are you going to stay?” I asked sleepily.
“Would that be okay with you?” If I had been paying attention instead of enjoying the warm and fuzzy bubble I was in, I would have heard the edge to his tone.
“That’s perfect,” I whispered, letting my heart rest right on my sleeve, unaware that he would only take it in his hands and keep it for the rest of our lives.