Chapter 19
Scarlett
I’m happy he agreed to cancel his training sessions; I’m not breaking any rules with the gym now.
He’ll be leaving Texas in a few months, but he bought a house here.
He said he could always come back. If things are good between us, maybe I can convince him to stay here.
I don’t want to move, especially when we’re just about to open the gym.
There’s no denying I’m drawn to him and want him to choose to stay with me.
I’ve always been attracted to him, but after the kiss between us, I know there’s a connection.
We didn’t start out on the best of terms, but he’s shown me another side to him.
Paige said to let go, maybe I should try with him.
There are plenty of signs pointing to him.
He has a way of making me want to let go—which is weird, but I like the feeling and I want to hold onto it as long as possible.
We walk towards my place with his hand on my lower back. I find my keys to unlock the door. He stares at me through hooded eyes, watching my every move.
“Thanks again. I’ve never been in a fully-booked theater before,” I tell him while trying to unlock the door.
“I do hope I made up for how we met.”
“You did.” I nod as the door unlocks. I push it open, holding out my arm to enter, “Welcome in, make yourself comfortable.”
He grabs my face between both his hands. “I need to kiss you again.” He looks into my eyes—desire and need makes him look like he’s in pain.
I give a slight smile. “Okay,” I pant.
His lips collide with mine, his tongue sneaking inside my mouth. He’s holding me like I’m going to disappear at any moment.
I collapse against the back of the half-open door as one of his hands cups my breast. He moves his other hand to grip the back of my neck. I want him closer. I want him, but I never do this on the first date.
His erection stands at attention against my stomach as I stay pressed to him.
“Come in, come in!” My breath shakes as I drag him inside.
He pushes the door closed with his foot, then pins me against it with his hands on either side of my waist. His forearms are squeezing me while he grinds against me.
He’s kissing me everywhere—my neck, my chest, my lips. It’s like he has been waiting years to get a hold of my body. I’m not used to this. I usually take control in the bedroom, and I always have to make the first move.
“You okay?” he breathes into my ear, then continues his kissing down my neck.
I’m thankful to have a moment where he’s checking in. I nod my head, my chest heaving with each shallow breath.
He pulls away and looks into my eyes with his hands on the wall behind my head. “You sure you’re okay?”
“It’s just—” I try to steady my breathing. “I’m not a casual kind of girl...” I bite my lower lip, hoping he gets what I’m trying to tell him.
“Do you want me to keep going? Keep making you feel good? Because I’d like to do that for you.” His thumb brushes against my lower chin .
I gulp, thinking of what’s about to happen. He doesn’t move, just keeps looking me in the eye. I could stop this freeing feeling right now. We could take it slow. But I want to say yes. I want to feel limitless, and I think Matt is going to be the one to help me.
I nod my head, “I do. I want this.”
I expect him to continue, but he holds my face between his hands and stares at me for a few seconds. “I got you, Scarlett.”
My shoulders relax at those words. “I know.”
He undoes the tie behind my neck, and my outfit falls to the ground.
He’s watching my reaction for any hesitation, but all of my doubts have fallen away.
I’m left wanting to see what happens next.
I know I want him and right now, this is the best way to get him.
I kick the jumpsuit to the side, still in my wedges, feeling powerful.
His hands go back to pinning me in at my waist. I grab his face and pull him to me, meshing his lips to mine.
He breaks away to suck a nipple into his mouth. Then bends and removes my panties at a slow pace, kissing me all the way down.
“Goddamn, you’re beautiful,” he rasps as he kneels between my legs.
He leaves my wedges on. I reach for them to slide them off, but he grabs my hand. Then he shakes his head no. “Leave them.”
Demanding, much? For some reason, it’s a huge turn on. My girl parts are cheering. Wetness materializes between my legs. I give in and listen, my heart pounding. I’ve never experienced anything like this before.
He spreads my legs apart by nudging my ankle. I follow his direction, staring down at him on his knees. He’s eye level with my pussy and is staring at it like it’s his favorite work of art. My chest rises up and down in quick breaths as I push my palms against the cold door.
“Stay like that,” he commands.
My heart pounds as I lick my lips. The anticipation of what will happen next is almost too much.
“I want to see your eyes on mine the whole time.” His voice sounds deeper and raspier than usual. I almost don’t recognize it.
He moves his hands over my inner thighs. I follow his direction, keeping my eyes locked with his.
He caresses my legs, inching up until he gets to my sex. He inserts one finger, making me gasp. He curls his finger up and I almost lose it right there. It’s been over six months since I’ve had an encounter like this. Actually, I’ve never had an encounter quite like this.
“I want to taste you,” he states, looking for permission.
I nod and gulp.
He puts his mouth over my clit, moving his finger in and out in slow movements.
He groans, and the vibration feels like an added stimulation I didn’t even know I wanted.
I moan and arch my back. He takes that as a cue to caress my nipple with his free hand.
I don’t want this to ever stop. After lapping me for a few minutes, he adds another finger.
He knows exactly what to do. I’m on stimulation overload.
My legs are shaking and a sheen of sweat is forming down my back.
He pumps his fingers, while licking my clit, and a few moments later, I convulse with one of the best orgasms I’ve ever felt, keeling over him. He doesn’t move his mouth until I’ve stopped convulsing.
“You’re so fucking hot, Miss Scarlett.” He takes his fingers from my core, stands, and puts them in his mouth. “You taste so sweet.”
That move alone makes me want to orgasm all over again. My mouth opens as my eyes widen. This guy.
I see him take out a condom from his pocket. I take off his jacket, then remove his shirt. My hand moves down his chiseled upper body, over every groove of his eight pack. There’s a small patch of dark chest hair and a happy trail I know leads to something good.
I unbutton his pants, then pull down the zipper.
The pants drop in a pile at his ankles. I get his black, silk boxers to drop next, revealing his cock totally erect.
I put my hand around his length, my fingers unable to clasp together.
My eyes widen. I start kissing him again to distract myself from my pounding heart and the rush of excitement forming in my stomach.
He puts the condom on himself as we continue to kiss.
He shuffles his legs to remove one side of his pants and boxers.
Then he bends his knees a little and grabs the outside of my thighs to pick me up, pressing me against the door.
I wrap my legs around his waist and now his dick is rubbing at my entrance.
He finds my mouth again. I’m so lost in him.
I had no idea I could be so in the moment when someone else takes control.
He pulls away from my mouth after a minute.
“You ready?” he asks, keeping his forehead glued to mine.
We’re doing this?
Yes. Yes, I can do this. I can be free. He makes me lose control and I want more of that. I nod my head at a frantic pace, my lungs unable to get a full breath.
He starts kissing my neck and thrusts in with one push. I held his dick, I knew it was large, but now that he’s inside me he’s stretching me so wide I’m pretty sure I can feel him in my chest. He’s got my thighs wrapped around his forearms as he waits a few moments for my body to adjust.
“Relax, sweetheart. I got you.” There’s those words again. I think he means them physically and mentally.
My body listens, letting him in with ease. Then he starts thrust after thrust, slow at first, then faster.
My back hits the door with each thrust. I’m holding onto him for dear life, my hands locked where sweat glistens on his shoulders. He slows his pace, removing his cock so just the tip is in, and then he pounds in hard. His eyes are on mine as he moves in and out.
He’s just owning my body. It’s everything I didn’t know I had been missing.
He puts two fingers up to my mouth. “Suck.”
I listen, because what he has done so far has been more than I’ve ever wanted. A guy who’s demanding in bed is my new favorite thing. He takes the wet fingers and begins to circle my clit. I come undone, throwing my head back.
“Fuck, Scarlett, I love watching you come. That’s right, come all over my cock, sweetheart.”
He pumps into me a few more times, keeping his eyes on my face. Once I’ve stopped convulsing, he asks, “Where’s the bedroom?”
“Down the hall,” I gasp.
He carries me without breaking us apart, and in approximately four steps we’re in the bedroom.
Once we get to the bed, he drops me, his body staying close to mine.
He grabs my legs to push us farther onto the bed, hovering over me.
Then he grabs my wrists, pinning them to the bed on either side of my head, and starts pounding my pussy.
He moves my wrists above my head, holding both of them in one hand.
His free hand grabs my whole breast, all the while continuing to pump his cock in and out of me.
I’ve never experienced or thought about being restrained during sex, but giving up complete control of my body is—satisfying.
“You like taking that cock, don’t you?” His question stimulates my core further.
I release a moan, on the verge of another orgasm. I’ve never had three in one round. My mind is floating in the clouds somewhere. I’m going to keep enjoying this euphoric pleasure.
“Oh, naughty girl, huh?”
All of a sudden, he pulls out and flips me over to my stomach. He pulls my hips up while my face is planted on the bed. He holds my wrists behind my back in one hand and then slaps my ass.
“You’d better answer me! You want me to fill you up?”
His dirty talk is unbelievable. I’m in a state of shock; my mind drawing a blank. He slaps my ass again.
“Answer me,” another slap to the ass.
Oh, yes!
I pull it together, realizing he needs an answer. “Yes! Oh, yes!”
He slides in while holding on to my wrists, my face smushed to one side on the bed. If he was in my chest before, now he’s moved all the way up to my throat. Damn, he knows what to do with that thing.
I have no control of anything right now, and it feels fucking good. He pulls my hair with his free hand, making me flush against his stomach.
“Fuck, Matt.” I say, out of breath.
His mouth comes close to my ear and in that deep voice, he whispers, “I want another one.”
You don’t have to tell me twice. His dirty talk, need to take control, and the friction of his balls slapping against me as he thrusts at my core is enough for me to start coming again. So, I do. I’m going to lose track of how many times I’ve come if he keeps this up.
“You’re a dirty girl,” he growls, and loosens his grip from my hair. His hand comes around the front of my body, holding me against his stomach. He holds one of my tits as he thrusts in and out.
He keeps pumping until I turn my head to try to look at him.
He understands what I want and drops the hand holding my wrists.
He pulls my chin up, keeping it still while he kisses me, holds my body close to his, and fucks me.
My back is still pressed to his chest as he circles my clit.
I feel him release, and the thought makes me come again.
After I feel him relax, he slowly pulls out, plants a kiss on my back, and walks to the bathroom.
I can’t move. I can’t think. My body is limber and soft lying face down on the bed. I’ll stay here until I get access to information on how to move again.
My mission was to let go. Matt certainly helped with that.
I’m so glad I didn’t miss out on that experience.