14. Matt
14
MATT
“ F uuuck,” she moans when I suck her clit between my lips. Her taste and scent envelop me, snapping any remaining threads of control.
I lap my tongue on her pussy, wondering, who the hell am I . This dirty talking, spanking persona is not my usual self, but rather who she turns me into.
Every day at the office I’ve been thinking about doing exactly this. I land a hard slap to both of her cheeks before sucking her clit once again. She’s panting and rubbing herself on my face, completely drenched. I sense she’s close, but it wouldn’t be much of a punishment if I let her come right away. So, I pull on her clit painfully, before getting up. Her moans show me she likes the pain and fuck if it doesn’t make me harder.
I turn her around, laying her on the table and lower her blouse and bra, sucking a taut nipple into my mouth. She withers below me and though I would love to tease her more, my cock is on the brink of exploding.
Taking it out of my pants, I give it a few strokes before positioning it at her entrance. Her wild hair spread around her like a halo. Her eyes are glossy, lips swollen from my kisses. She’s never looked more beautiful.
I lower down for another kiss, and as our lips connect, I thrust deep inside of her wet heat. She whimpers into my mouth, and I reward her by biting her bottom lip. Her hands are on my back, undoubtedly leaving marks, while I pump into her. Her pussy flutters around me, making it hard to hold back my orgasm. But I have to. I have to feel her come around me. So, I press my thumb into her clit, and in three more pumps, she’s coming apart. Her pussy pulses around my dick, making it impossible to pull out. We haven’t used protection, and I planned to pull out, but my dick has other plans. Bound by her gripping pussy, my orgasm starts deep inside my balls. Groaning loudly, I spill inside of her. She’s still coming, still pulsing and, fuck, no orgasm ever felt like this.
By the time we’re both done, my forehead is on hers, both of us breathing heavily.
“Sorry, I wanted to pull out. But it was too good,” I say, looking into her eyes.
“On the pill, remember? Besides, it was pretty hot.”
“It was.” I don’t share it was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. Or that seeing my cum drip out her is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Fuck, this was risky.” I look around, coming back to reality. And the reality is, anyone could have walked in.
“Yeah, but that’s what makes it hotter.” Not for me. Usually. I’m a play it safe guy. But she brings out my newly discovered wild side. I’ve never even had sex in public before, but I’m three for three with her.
“Look, Matt...” she starts, but I interrupt her, knowing what she’ll say.
“Don’t worry, Natalie. I know the score.” I know she doesn’t want anything more. But she told me that two times already, and we’re still here.
I help her dress so she can go clean herself up in the bathroom. While she’s gone, I tidy up the room, hoping no one can tell we had sex in it. Grabbing the papers from my folder, I realize we haven’t done any work. Maybe she would agree to a dinner, so we finish things up. But the bubble bursts as soon as she walks back in.
“I know we haven’t done any of the work, but you can leave it to me. I’ll take the folder and do it over the weekend.”
“We could meet up and do it together,” I suggest.
“To be honest, I would prefer to work on it alone. We can meet Monday morning at 8:30, so I can get you up to speed.”
“OK,” I say, not wanting to push further. Maybe I just need to be patient with her. Maybe she’ll let me in after a while. Our sex is obviously other-worldly.
If she pulls out my wild side, maybe I’ll be able to pull out her romantic one.
“I’m gonna . . . go,” she says.
“Sure. Have a good weekend!”
“You too,” she replies, and it’s better than nothing. This talk was awkward as fuck, but it’s better than the ‘this can’t happen again’ speech.
My phone rings as soon as I enter my house. Sarah is FaceTiming me.
“Hey, Benji!” I say when an adorable little face fills the screen.
The chubby hand waves to me, letting out a ‘Ha’ sound. My sister’s face appears on the left side of the screen.
“Someone wanted to say hi to his favorite uncle,” Sarah says. “He has something to show you.” She moves the phone away, while Adam, her husband, calls Ben to him. Ben uses his tiny legs to run to his dad. He is wobbly and unstable on his feet, but he gets there in record time, bursting with pride at his accomplishment.
“Woooow, Benji! What was that? You were so fast! Pretty soon, I won’t be able to catch you.” He squeals in his dad’s arms. This little boy has my whole heart.
“Seen that? Keeping up with him just leveled up,” Adam comments.
“Good luck with it.” He gives me an army salute before picking Benji up and walking him to the kitchen.
“A little bit more and I’ll be able to teach him to skate,” I comment.
“Sounds great. He only has six teeth to lose so far,” Sarah deadpans.
“What’s up, Sis?” Me and my sister are close.
Growing up without a father, it was always the three of us. And since our mom worked a lot, we had to have each other’s back more often than not. I’m three years older, so it was my job to take care of her. It’s still weird to see her as a mom. She’s the best mom possible, but she’s still my little sister.
“Nothing much. Just finished with work, while Ben practiced his new skill.” She works from home now, which she loves since she can stay home with Benji. It’s exhausting, but she likes it. “What’s up with you?”
“Just finished work, too. There’s a project I’m excited about, so it’s been pretty good.” I tell her about my proposed project.
“It’s so good to hear you excited about work for a change. You’ve been unhappy for too long.” I offer a polite chuckle, but her words hurt.
I wasn’t even aware of my unhappiness. I wasn’t crazy about work, but I was fine with it. It was a means to an end. I guess everyone saw my feelings before I did.
“How’s dating going? Met anyone worth mentioning?” My sister is a harsh opponent to my dating technique. She believes love happens spontaneously and accidentally, which happened for her and Adam.
Unfortunately, not all of us can bump into our soulmate in Target, after spilling all their groceries. They had a literal meet-cute, and it’s annoying as hell.
“The dates have been bland—as usual. There’s a girl at work I really like, but she wants different things and refuses to give me a chance.”
“Ooo, star-crossed lovers. I love it already.” I groan at her words. Sarah is even more romantic than me. She lives and breathes it. Her and Anne are similar in that sense.
“Don’t get attached to it. Probably won’t go anywhere.” I don’t know why I mentioned it. It isn’t going anywhere. But still, she’s the only thing on my mind.
“Don’t sell yourself short, Mattie. You grow on people. Like a fungus.” A laugh escapes me. That’s sibling love for you.
“Aw, thanks, Sis. I was getting worried I’ve been getting too confident.”
“Means I haven’t been doing my little sister duties.”
We talk for a few more minutes before I send a big kiss to Ben and say goodbye.
I’m the first one to arrive at the office—even after stopping to grab a cup of coffee for Natalie. She gets there five minutes later, looking gorgeous in a plain tan raincoat.
“Here you go. Look it over before the meeting.” She drops a folder on my desk and starts walking away.
“Wait! I got you a coffee.” It’s an almond milk iced latte, which I may or may not have noticed is her go-to coffee order.
“Thanks.” She looks taken aback, her mouth parting in surprise.
She walks to her desk, and I open the folder. She was right, my proposal was nice, but poorly planned. She took it and made it...incredible.
In the staff meeting, I let her take the lead sharing the project with everyone.
“We’ll contact local schools and ask them for help. We’re hopeful they’ll give us a room in their facility and help us with marketing the clinic to the parents. Luckily, we already have all the permits since some of our programs are held there.” She prepared a contact form, along with a list of elementary and middle schools she proposes we contact. “Clients will book a time slot in the clinic using a QR code—so they don’t have to wait in line.” She smirks at me, before presenting the QR code.
People are enthusiastic about the idea, Kiara especially.
“Let’s give a round of applause for our newest staff member, Matt, and his amazing idea!”
“Thank you, Kiara, but this was all Natalie. She turned my na?ve idea into a project worth doing.” I glance a look at Natalie, and she gives me a thankful smile. It’s small, almost invisible, but it’s the most honest smile she ever gave me.
“Of course, our Natalie is a superstar. And I’m glad you two will be working together throughout the project!” Her eyes widen when she realizes Kiara expects us to work together during the entire project.
After the meeting, I meet her at her desk.
“Thanks for making my project way better than it was.” I give her a soft smile. “What do you need me to do?”
“We just need to hash out our schedules. I want to start next week before the gala rush starts.” Each year, the BYC hosts an annual fundraiser gala for their donors. According to Anne, the office turns hectic when the gala planning starts.
“Sure. My schedule for next week is wide open at the moment, so everything works for me.”
“Great. I’ll contact the school and let you know when we have something to work with.” I’m getting dismissed. Not sure if she prefers to work alone or wants to avoid working with me, but I’ll let it slide. She honestly did wonders with my proposal, and I need her help with the rest of it.
Thinking of spending more and more time with Natalie makes me hopeful. So, I spend the evening at home, doing research. Research on the topic of choking, or as the internet calls it, breath play. I’m not trying to be presumptuous, but it happened three times already, so I think it’s realistic to hope it will happen again. And I want to give her anything she needs.
As predicted, breath play is a dangerous game, but after a hundred articles and informative videos, I’m pretty confident I could try it out. The thought never crossed my mind before, but imagining Natalie submitting to me like that gets me hard as a rock. Imagining giving her exactly what she needs is an intoxicating thought.
Anne invites us to Friday night drinks at our favorite bar, Factory. I manage to squeeze in a workout before we meet at the bar at 7:30. The girls introduced us to Factory, but it soon become our favorite place to have drinks. The industrial style is effortlessly cool, the vibe is great, and they keep the number of creeps to a minimum, courtesy of caring bartenders and security at the entrance.
Anne, being always on time, is the only one there when I arrive. We order our drinks, not waiting for the others.
“So, how’s your project going?”
“It’s going great. We made arrangements with three schools, and we’re starting the clinic next week.”
“You and Natalie certainly made an impression at the meeting.” She shoots me a pointed look and I remember she knows about us. I’m not sure Natalie shared what happened last Friday at the office, but she knows what happened before.
When she realizes I won’t comment on that, she continues: “I’m just glad to see the two of you getting along.”
Pretty soon, the others arrive, so our conversation turns group friendly. I wasn’t aware how much Natalie and I dampened the group mood before. Today, the conversation flows easily; there’s no tension whatsoever, and there are no annoyed looks exchanged between the others. Regret forms in my stomach. I never wished for our silly little hate baby to affect the others, but it did.
She, of course, looks amazing. Her hair is wild as usual, her shoulder bare in an off-the shoulder blouse. Her stilettos give her a boost in height, making her a perfect height to bend down slightly and kiss. Kiss those plump, sassy lips. Not that it’s an option, unfortunately.
“So,” Connor turns to me, “there’s an event at the club I think would be good for you. If you’re still interested.” Natalie sits on the other side of him and turns as soon as she hears it.
“The club? Your club?”
“Yes,” Connor answers, apology in his eyes.
“Matt at a sex club?”
“Why is that so hard to believe?” I interrupt. Connor raises his hands in surrender, and I realize we are starting a fight once again, so I quickly try to calm things down. “Maybe I’m trying something new.”
“Sure. You do you, I guess.” She shrugs, crossing her arms.
This whole exchange feels like she wants to be privy to information about me. Like she minded not knowing something about me.
I want that with her. I want us to have inside jokes and private conversations no one else understands. But she shifts her attention to other conversations, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
In two days, we’ll spend the whole working week together, without the distraction of other people in the office. It’s either going to be the best week ever, or an unheard of catastrophe.