Chapter 19 Matt
NINETEEN
MATT
“Can you take me to the store?” Noelle asks as we’re leaving the hospital. “I want to get the house ready for when they come home. Meals, decorations, the works.”
“You have a broadcast meeting in the morning.”
“Then we’ll be fast, please?” Her mouth tilts, full of hope and happiness.
“It’s almost midnight. I can’t believe the nurses let us stay,” I say as I pull the handle on the truck door, and it takes three times before it unlatches. Maybe Holly is ready for retirement.
“That’s not a no.”
What do I do? I drive to a twenty-four-hour store like we’re planning a heist. Paper goods, freezer pans, foil, balloons, string, and enough food to feed an army or a football team.
Everyone will come to see the golden couple’s baby girl.
They love Greyson, but the players and their families adore Sutton.
She listens and always finds a way to move season ticket holders around to give extended family an opportunity to come see the Armadillos up close.
I come to a stoplight and need to break the tie in my head. Do I take her to my condo near here? Or do I take her to her home? My thumbs strum on the steering wheel when the light turns green.
“It’s green.”
“I know,” I say, glancing at her smiling from ear to ear. “My place is closer, so the freezer food won’t melt, and it’s close to the network for you in the morning.” My voice trails off, sounding like I’m making excuses to take her to my place.
“Coach Stricker, are you inviting me to your house? To spend the night?”
A humorless breath escapes because wanting her feels like both the best and worst idea I’ve ever had. Guess what I do?
“It’s been a long drive. I need some rest,” I explain. It’s not a lie, but I want one more night with her. A night when her family won’t stop by or call because they’re exhausted too.
I see her smile as we pass under the city lights. “Right? Rest.”
“I guess that means you’re willing?” I ask.
“Willing? Yeah, I’m willing. But we have to go to Greyson’s tomorrow to stock their fridge and decorate.”
Noelle wears her emotions on her face and in her voice, which is why I’m scared her family is going to catch on to us coming close to knocking boots, as true Texans say.
After we park, unload the truck, take the elevator up to my condo, and put the fridge and freezer food away, I say, “I need a shower. The guest room is the last room on the right. Or if you need to unwind,” I go to the den and pick up the remote. “Feel free to…unwind.”
God, I sound like it’s the first woman I’ve had over. I promise it’s not, but it has been a while.
“Thanks. Now go shower. I’m going to go over my notes for the story and type them up.”
“Okay, I’ll just head to bed after.”
She frowns, her shoulders slumping before she quickly recovers and pulls out her laptop.
The shower seems to take too long, needing to be back out there with her. The problem is I don’t want her to know it. I wrap the towel around my waist and look at my reflection. The person staring back at me looks disappointed too, seemingly saying, “Why did you bring her back here?”
Good question. One I know the answer to, but I’m trying hard to resist the butterfly puttering around my house.
When I’m ready to brush my teeth, I realize that I dropped my overnight bag in the den. I step out of my bedroom, and I see her prancing around the kitchen in my T-shirt. I can’t help but remember her tits. The way they pushed into my mouth. Rosy nipples screaming for relief.
I attempt to sneak past her, tiptoeing, but I’m a two-hundred-and-twenty-five-pound former football player. She turns, the shirt hitting her upper thighs. Her gaze travels the length of me.
She mouths a curse word that’s meant only for her, but I hear it. Or maybe I’m hearing what I want to hear. But then she says, soft and determined, “Teach me.”
Everything in me wants to undress her and fuck her on the kitchen island. There’s no coming back from full-blown sex with Noelle. Do I walk away?
No. I drop my bag.
Stride into her personal space.
Back her into the island.
“What do you want to learn?” My voice is raw and rough.
“How to make you want me.” She presses her hands on my chest.
Fuck me. I already do. So. Fucking. Bad.
Without thinking, I lift her onto the slate countertop, spreading her knees like a butterfly. She's my butterfly. Sweet, light. Spotted with pain and striped with scars.
“Me want you?”
It must come out harsh because she asks, “Can you at least pretend and teach me how to make a man feel good?”
“Yeah, I can do that. But when we’re done with lessons, this is over.” Before the words are even all the way out, I’m moving her thumbs over my nipples as I kiss below her ear, a spot she loved last night. “Move your hands and nails down. Slow…tease me.”
She’s a quick learner. Fire consumes my body from her silky touch and the slow drag of her nails.
“Take off my towel. Grip me.” I slide my lips down her neck. She’s panting from going slow, and I can already feel my core tightening.
“How can it be so hard and soft at the same time?” She floats her finger over the head, then pumps it a few times.
“Rub the precum over my dick.”
“Why?”
“Your hand will slide easier.”
“Don’t you want to fuck me?”
I choke. “Yeah, Butterfly, I do, but this is coaching.”
“No, I want to be fucked like you can’t get enough of me.”
“Well, that’s lesson three. Tell the man how much you want him inside you. It will drive him crazy.”
She looks down at my shaft, hard and throbbing, then her eyes travel to mine. Without hesitation but with wispy breaths, she says it back to me. “I want you to be inside me.”
Jesus. She’s the whole package.
Pushing my shirt up her body and over her head, I move her hand and fist a handful of her hair, pulling gently.
Rough and needy, I suck on her neck until she’s lying back on the cold, gray slate.
I suck her tits while keeping a grip on her hair, biting just above her pelvic bone and then the inside of her thighs, until I slip off her panties and open her wings wide.
Running my fingers through her folds, she gasps and arches with each touch.
Unable to stop myself, I spread the lips with my fingers and after admiring the plump, pink, sparkling flesh, I put my tongue to work, licking with the flat of my tongue, then with the tip, alternating until she’s a complete mess.
I mumble, “I’m going to hell for this, but your pussy is worth the sin. ”
She laughs, breathless, and pants out, “Hell probably isn’t any hotter than Texas.”
Christ, she makes me smile. Sharp and sarcastic. And so sexy.
Her back lifts off the counter when she can’t handle one more second, and then she comes hard.
Her body stiffens and her legs try to squeeze my ears, but I hold her knees apart.
I want to see how her arousal flows from her body before I lick every last drop.
She mixes my name with God’s, and it feels damn good.
When her body finally softens, I stand and scoot her ass as close to the edge as I can get. “Tell me what you enjoyed most.”
She shrugs, her face flushed.
“It turns me on. Probably all guys, if you say what you like. Encourage a guy when he gives you what you want. Or maybe I didn’t give you what you wanted.” I lift a brow. “Did I?” She has me second-guessing that earthquake that just took place in her body.
With a sated, lazy smile, she admits, “It was perfect. But do you like it?”
“Better than beignets.”
Her smile widens, this time showing teeth. “Those are delicious.”
“They are. But I can’t eat them.” I run my finger along her outer thigh. Gently sucking her neck, I whisper, “Will you be my dessert?”
She shivers and I pick her up in my arms and carry her into my room with her legs anchored around my waist, our eyes locked together in expectation.
Noelle doesn’t answer, lost in the moment.
I press a knee to the mattress and dip her until her back hits the comforter.
She covers her breast and I move her hand.
“If we’re doing this, you have to be open. ”
“Okay, Coach.”
Damn, she can be sassy. “Noelle, spread your legs and stroke me.” Her fingers wrap around my shaft, and her hand pumps slowly and methodically. “Fuck yeah. That’s it, Butterfly.” I sit up on my knees, and she comes up with me.
She takes me into her mouth. It doesn’t take much until I’m fucking her mouth, pistoning my hips hard and fast into her face.
She makes little moans and pops off, licking her lips and catching her breath. “You’re perfect.”
Nowhere close, but good to hear when she’s giving me oral.
She slides back on and I tip her chin so I can see her watery eyes. “I’m going to fuck you now.” My voice is a low baritone. Her shoulders do a little dance, and her lips release my dick.
“Okay. I like your dirty talk.”
“Do you want me on top?” I ask.
To my surprise, she shakes her head no and explains, “I don’t want to just lie there.”
“Butterfly, you won’t.”
“That’s what I did with…”
“Don’t you say his fucking name after my cock was just in your mouth,” I growl. “He didn’t care about you getting off. I’ll tell you what I like in this position, and you do the same.”
I crawl forward, forcing her to lie back. Her hair falls to the side, decorating my light gray pillows. “I’m going to get you ready.” I slide my dick between her folds. The outside is already producing a sheen of arousal, and I slide easily, making sure my tip teases her clit.
She mutters, “Yes.”
“Butterfly, I want your hands all over me: my ass, my back, my shoulders. Just touch me.” She hesitates but then skims her hands down my shoulders and wanders down my back, landing on my ass cheeks.
She massages my ass as she tries to get me inside her. Teasing her and hearing the uneven breaths she takes just makes me harder, so I nudge my tip against her, pushing in.
A pained expression crosses her face. Worry lines on her forehead, lips pinched. “It… hurts.”
“Do you want to stop?”
“No.”
I grab my length and pull the head out, fingering her instead. Her chest relaxes, so I scissor my fingers inside her, stretching the opening. “Is that better?”
“Yes.”
“Thanks for telling me. Are you ready to try again?”
Nodding, she says, “Be easy.”
“I’ll do my best. It’s hard when your body is so tight, like a fucking goddess.” My words cause her to blush and look away. “Oh no, you’re going to learn how to take a compliment.”
Instead of pushing right back in, I place a soft, open-lipped kiss on her lips, alternating between her bottom lip and the top. She moans into my mouth, and I push my head back in.
“Oh… oh.” She gasps.
Swirling my hips, it stretches her enough that she grabs my ass and just shoves me deep inside her. Both of us still. I’m inside Noelle, feeling the blood pumping through her inner walls. How they contract and tighten around me.
“Damn, Noelle. This feels too fucking good,” I say low into her ear. Slowly, I start moving, sliding halfway out then back in. She lets out a little mewl then, and it creates a monster inside of me.
But when I pull out completely, she begs, “No, no, no.”
“Wrong words. Yes is much better.”
“But it’s too much.”
I tuck a tendril behind her ear and remind her, “It’s the anticipation. Close your eyes and rock with me.”
For a few minutes that’s what we do, but then with my knees, I spread her legs out a little and twist so that I’m at an angle when I plunge into her, playing with the nerves under her hood. “Yes.”
It’s a good thing I’m a master at one-armed push-ups because I plunge into her repeatedly while she pants, “Matt. Yes. Oh. Oh. Yes.”
“You’re so tight, Butterfly. Perfection.”
Noelle occasionally lifts her body to suck on my chest but always has the tips of her fingers running over my abs or back. I feel my core tighten and I know I could go off in a hot second, so I pump faster. At the same time, my fingers erratically stroke and pinch her clit.
“Matt, Matt, I….”
Her legs are strong, and she tightens them on me, trying her best to close her legs, but as she does, it’s tighter, and I love how she’s clamped down on me. Clawing at my back, she’s bucking, chasing euphoria. Then she lets out a scream of ecstasy. “Yeeeessss.”
I literally feel her juices gushing from her sweet bottom lips. When she’s caught her breath, I sit back up on my heels and push her knees into her chest.
“What? What are you doing?”
“Teaching you. That’s what you want, right?”
“Okay.”
“Noelle, I need to be as deep inside you as possible. I just can’t get enough of you. This angle…” I push in and she yelps. “It may be a little bit of hell before we get to heaven.”
“I’d rather go to heaven than hell.” She screams as I push inside. Her nails bite into my skin. Sweat drips from my body to hers.
I pound into her until it becomes sloppy. I’m all out of control when she has her third orgasm, gasping for air. My toes curl, and this orgasm races through me like a semi-truck driving at top speed down a fucking mountain.
Erratic, I nearly black out, cum pumping like an oil well as I pull from her body. Noelle wraps her fingers around my shaft and pumps me until I’m empty. And when she releases me, she smears it onto her stomach.
Collapsing on top of her, she absorbs my weight. “Sorry,” I whisper.
“For what? For being with me?” her voice sounds small, with a hint of surprise.
Rolling off her and to the opposite arm, I joke, “No, for not lasting longer. You’re just…”
“Don’t say I’m just too young. I’m a woman.”
I pull her head to my mouth and kiss her temple. “Every ounce of you is a woman. I was going to say you’re just too fucking sexy and that we should have used a condom.”
Now I’m thinking about her and Brooks and how she’s been sick. An internal reminder that I can’t really have Noelle. Maybe this once, but not long-term.
She pops up, half lying on my chest and half on the bed. “No one’s ever called me sexy until you.”
“Everyone can see it except you. Lean into it. It’ll make you feel more confident to do whatever you want to me,” I chuckle.
“Once you teach me everything you know, I’ll do them all to you.”
All I know? That could take weeks. Months.
I find myself grinning, but there’s no way we can keep up this fake dating for her family. They want this done as soon as possible. Rookie camp is over, so there’s really no need to fake a relationship now.
Of course, her family has no idea that I’ve tasted, fingered, and fucked Noelle. If I’m honest with myself, she’s the woman I would want if I wasn’t sick. So, as long as we have a reason to fake it, I’ll keep coaching her.
But in the long run, she needs a man that will be around.
And I won’t be.