Chapter 11 Matthew #2
“I’m sorry.” I suck in a breath as I try to sit up, angling to grab my exploding cock. I tense, because I must look like a damn idiot to her.
I know she knows I’m a virgin, but it’s another thing to witness a twenty-five-year-old man come in his pants just because you were straddling him and not actively doing anything.
“It’s okay,” she says as I try to breathe.
“No, it’s not,” I whine as I cover my face with my free hand, my cock finally starting to settle down. The water rushes up around us, and for a moment we both sit there amidst the waves.
“This is all my fault, I—”
She grasps my hand and pulls it away from my face. “Matthew,” she whispers. “Look at me.”
“I can’t,” I say.
“Why not?” she presses.
“Because it’s embarrassing, Soph. Obviously.”
“You think I’m embarrassed? Because I’m not.”
I open my eyes. “What?”
She moves my hand gently from where I hold myself, her eyes boring into mine. “I’m not mad or embarrassed. What happened was just…”
I look at her, my heart in my throat.
“I know a thing or two about pent up sexual frustration, trust me,” she says softly.
I laugh, because how can I not?
“Pent up sexual frustration? What do you know about pent up sexual frustration?” I say as she helps me to stand. She’s soaked too, up to her hip. She adjusts her dress and I adjust my cock, which has finally settled down.
She settles closer to me, resting her hand on my back, gently guiding me to move. “More than I want to admit,” she says with a chuckle.
“Who was it?” I ask, curious. “Who had you all wound up tight?”
I don’t know why I ask, maybe to distract myself. I don’t really expect her to answer me, but she does.
“Benny,” she says carefully.
My eyes widen. Are you kidding me? Benny is so…
“Elijah,” she says, his name wistful and sweet on her tongue.
My heart sinks because I know how he feels about her. How he’s always felt.
Then she looks up at me with those bright eyes, glimmering once more with something unfamiliar.
“You.”
I stop, dead in my tracks.
The water brushes our feet as I look at her in question.
“Me?” I ask, nearly breathless.
I turn around, thinking maybe Eli or Benny are here because she can’t possibly be talking about me. But we’re pretty far down the beach, and there’s no one else here. The sky is that dark shade of dusk. It’s quiet, not very well lit, and I think we should probably head back…
Her hand grasps my chin as she pulls me to look at her. I look down at her in awe, her words hitting me hard in the chest.
“Yes, you,” she says softly.
“But…when I…you always—”
“You were fifteen, Matthew. I was about to graduate. I shouldn’t have felt the way I did, but I couldn’t help that I did, so I did the only thing I could.”
Understanding dawns on me. She did like me. She did feel something for me.
And she kept it hidden, kept it to herself because she was trying to be the better person, the bigger person. The adult.
“You pushed me away because you thought I was too young for you.”
“You were too young for me,” she says, her voice faint like the wind.
There’s a strange tension between us as she looks at me, and I believe her. I believe she did what she felt was best, but that was a long time ago.
Now…
“What about now?” I ask, my voice darker than it should be.
“Matthew…” she whispers. I lean closer to her, bringing my face down to hers. I’m not that much taller than her, but I’ve got a few inches, enough that I have to lean down to meet her lips.
“I’m not a kid anymore, Soph.” I settle one hand on her hip. Her dress is damp from our tussle in the waves. She licks her lips, her gaze dipping from my eyes to my mouth, and I know the answer without her having to say it. “And I still want you.”
I let my lips graze hers, counting quietly in my head to three. Benny says all I need is three seconds of courage and the rest will come easily.
I hope he’s right.
Because I know without a doubt that the reason nothing has ever worked out with anyone else is because they weren’t Sophie Martin. I take a deep breath.
One.
She’s the one I’ve been waiting for.
“I never stopped wanting you,” I say, licking my lips.
Two.
“Oh, Matty…” The nickname on her tongue sounds sexier than it should. It sounds better than all the times I imagined her saying it.
Three.
I lean in without a second thought and kiss her.
She doesn’t startle or shift, or push me away. Instead, she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me closer, opening her mouth for me without hesitation.
I slide my tongue into her mouth, caressing her tongue as I give myself over to the moment. She tastes like iced tea and lemons, like wishes and patience.
She pulls back until we abruptly stop, and I nearly stumble with her. I brace my hand on something hard and realize it’s a rock, waist height and jutting out of the waves. Water crashes up against us, splashing on the rock and around our legs.
I look at her for a moment, the air between us thick with unspoken words.
And then she pulls me by the neck back down to her mouth and crushes her lips to mine.
I don’t think twice about returning her kiss. Her hands travel down my chest, and the button on my shirt pops from the slight pressure as Sophie slides her hands inside it. Her palm is warm palm on my chest as she rubs slightly, feeling me out.
I know there’s more to feel now than there used to be. I’m not a gym rat like Benny, but I’ve definitely filled out and then some.
Emboldened by her touch, I let my mouth travel from hers to her jaw, then to her neck, and she tenses, letting out a soft moan as my cock twitches.
“If you want me to stop, I’ll stop,” I say, my nerves finally hitting me as I realize I have Sophie in my grasp in the way I’ve always dreamed.
But I need to be sure this is what she wants.
This isn’t just about me, and it’s never only been about me.
Hearing that she’s harbored feelings for me before is one thing, and even knowing she might still harbor something for me now is more than I could have ever hoped for, but I don’t want to push Sophie into something because it’s what I want.
And make no mistake, I do want her. I want every part of her, every little bit of her I can get.
“Do you…” She breathes heavily. “Do you want to stop?”
I don’t have to think to respond. “No,” I say, my cock throbbing once again against my damp pants. “I just need to know this is what you want too.”
She looks into my eyes, nodding as her hands slide down my body, slower than before. Taking her time. “What do you want, Matty?” she asks carefully. “What do you want from me?”
I think about her words, unsure of how to answer, so I say, “Everything.”
“Everything?” she asks, her voice dark and full of desire. My cock aches and I suck in a breath as I nod, grazing my lips against hers once more.
“Everything,” I say, my voice a whisper. I need her to understand how badly I want this. How badly I want her.
For a moment, she stares into my eyes, likely trying to process my words. Aside from my beer and her one glass of wine, neither of us have anything to blame for what we’re doing. And I think she knows that too.
I let my hands slide down her hips, over her ass. All the memories and thoughts I’ve had about her resurface, mixing with the reality in front of me.
Her hands settle on the waistband of my soaked shorts as her fingers play at the button there that keeps me caged. I’m acutely aware that all that stands between her hand and my cock, is this slippery, wet fabric.
Her free hand slides over my groin, fingers gently stroking the outline of my cock, and I suck in a breath because it feels so good. Her touching me. Like this.
“Have you…” She sucks in a breath. “Has anyone ever sucked your cock before?”
My eyes widen at her question and I nearly choke on my answer, because of said shock.
“Um…I tried once, with my ex, but it didn’t end so well.” I swallow harshly. “I got nervous and kind of told her to stop and ruined the mood.” But then I add quickly, “She wasn’t the right person.” I implore her with my gaze. “She wasn’t you.”
I need her to understand, she’s the only one I’ve ever truly wanted.
“It wasn’t her mouth I wanted.” I close my eyes and then admit what I know I shouldn’t. “I wanted to have sex and enjoy it, but nothing ever felt right because I was comparing them all to you. And every time they kissed me or touched me, all I could think about was how I wished it was you.”
“Oh, Matthew…”
“If you want to suck my cock, I won’t tell you no. But I need to know you want to. I need to know you’re doing it because you want me the way I want you.”
“I do.” She gently strokes me, carefully and with precision. Her hand on my waistband pops the button and she looks at me with a mixture of excitement and interest.
“Then by all means, baby…stop teasing me and put my cock in your fucking mouth.” I clear my throat as her eyes widen and whisper against her lips, “Please.”
The waves crash around us as she kisses me. Hard.
And then I feel a rush of sea air against me as she pushes my wet shorts and boxers down to my knees and I open my mouth in a gasp.
I watch as she slowly slides down my front, between me and the rock behind her, watch as she bends down until she’s eye level with my cock.
I swallow harshly as I realize this is it.
This is the first and only time I’m ever going to have my cock in someone’s mouth.
Because I know once this happens, I’ll never want anyone else. Hell, I haven’t really wanted anyone else up until this point, and this is only going to cement that reality.
She grasps my cock in her hand, looking at it as if I’m some statue to study. Her fingers trace the veins, the shape of my cockhead. Her thumb glides over the fresh precum that’s collected at the tip.
“Is something wrong?” I ask, momentarily worrying she doesn’t like it or something. Like maybe she’s seen better…
“No,” she says. “Just appreciating how perfect you are.”
I let out a heavy breath as her words hit me, and before I can speak, I feel her tongue and I nearly crumble.
She licks the precum that’s pebbled at my head. “If it’s too much, tell me to stop, okay?”
I nod as I breathlessly say, “It is, but I want you to keep going.”
“Okay,” she says, and then I feel her mouth wrap around my head and she gently kisses me there.
My eyes fall shut and I have to focus on my breath because her mouth is warm and wet and the way she’s kissing me is slow.
I inch my cock toward her lips, seeking more of that feeling. The warmth, the softness.
More of the woman I’ve waited for.
“More,” I say, adding, “Please,” because suddenly a switch inside me has flipped.
I reach out with a shaking hand, resting it on the back of her head.
My fingers sink through her soft, damp hair as I gently nudge her and she picks up my cue, taking more of me into her mouth.
I try to hold back because I don’t want to choke her, but this feels so good.
All I want to do is thrust inside her mouth until I’m buried there.
She pops off of me and looks up at me. “Don’t hold back, Matthew,” she says. “I want this to be good for you.”
It’s the way she says the words that makes my heart ache and lift at the same time.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I say.
She smiles, stroking my cock again. “You won’t. Trust me, I can take it.”
I nod as she places her lips back on my cock, and I do as she says. I thrust inside her mouth and she doesn’t startle or jump or make any gagging sound.
Oh. Okay, then…
I do it again as she hollows her cheeks, and soon between the both of us, we have a rhythm. She rolls her tongue around my cock and I know I’m not going to be able to hold it, even so soon after I’ve come already.
“I’m g-going to come,” I warn her, the reality dawning on me. “If you d-don’t want my cum, now would be a really good time to stop.”
But Sophie doesn’t seem to hear me, because she doesn’t stop. She takes me all the way into the back of her throat, and I come fast. My cock spurts as I groan, holding her head in place. My eyes fall shut and I grit my teeth, the orgasm harder than any I’ve felt before.
I open my eyes and look down, and fuck if this isn’t the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen, something straight out of my dreams. Sophie staring up at me, on her knees, with my cock in her mouth. My cum dripping out the side of her lips.
And then she swallows my load like it’s nothing more than iced tea.
I’m overcome by the sight as she pops off my cock, the waves hitting us both hard. So hard, it nearly knocks us over.
I can feel my cock still twitching with release as she stands, but I can’t focus on myself right now. Because I need to repay her for this. I need to make her feel as amazing as she’s made me feel.
I waste no time as I lift her, setting her up on the edge of the rock, not giving a shit that I’m still naked from the waist down.
“Matthew, what—”
One.
I open her legs without question, angling her so she’s at face level. Her words die in the air. Her gaze holds mine with unspoken words.
Two.
“Full disclosure,” I say, licking my lips. “I’ve never done this before.”
She nods. “Okay.”
“So if I suck, tell me.”
“You won’t,” she says.
Three.
I close my eyes and dive in for the dessert I’ve been waiting for.