Chapter 12 Sophie
SOPHIE
My head falls back as Matthew’s mouth latches right onto my swollen clit. The stars above shine like diamonds, the water sloshing against us and the rock like a symphony of feral desperation. Like us.
He sucks my clit like it’s a damn popsicle, rolls his tongue around it as he groans.
“More,” I tell him. “Keep doing that.”
He listens without hesitation, his thumb brushing the edge of my hole.
I don’t remember when I lost my panties, but I don’t care at this moment. My insides ache, needing to be filled, but I don’t want to push him too far. I don’t know how much he can take, and I don’t want his first time to be on the side of a rock out in public.
Well, semi-public. No one’s out here, where we’re at, and it’s dark. We should probably head back to be safe, but…
“Oh!” My body shakes as I feel his tongue breach my hole along with the edge of his thumb.
“Oh my God, Matthew,” I say, overwhelmed by the sensation. He slides a finger inside me, hesitantly at first, but once I let out a moan of satisfaction, he seems to understand. He slowly pumps his finger inside me as he goes between sucking my clit and shoving his tongue inside of me.
“Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” I gasp. He murmurs no, his mouth full of my pussy, and I think I see stars. “Because you sure are good at this.”
He lifts my legs, feasting on me like he’s starving. “I want to make you come,” he murmurs against my hot, aching sex. “I want to taste you.”
Good lord, this man. The way he begs for me is sexy as hell. I’m not going to last if he keeps this up.
“Keep doing that and I will,” I say as my legs start to shake. “I’m so close.”
“Me too,” he says as he starts sucking my clit again.
I blink, looking down as best I can, and I see he’s still hard. I must be seeing things.
“Didn’t you just come…” I breathe. “Twice?”
He stops for a moment, looking up at me. “Yeah…”
“How can you—”
He licks his lips, the moonlight illuminating the moisture on his lips, but instead of answering me, he goes back in, driving his tongue inside me as he pulls my clit between his fingers and I can’t hold back the moan of satisfaction as I come undone.
My insides pulse as my legs shake and he holds me up. I expect him to stop, but he doesn’t. Instead, he latches on and continues biting, sucking, and playing with my clit. Everything is so sensitive as I feel another faint orgasm starting in the distance, my insides still buzzing like a live wire.
No…there’s no way I can come again so soon.
I just…
“I can’t,” I mewl, unsure of who I’m resisting. Myself or the rabid animal attached to my pussy right now. “I can’t come again…”
But the words are a lie, because as he groans, low and deep, it hits me. My legs shake and I feel like I’m falling down into a hole I’ll never be able to get out of.
“Fuck, I’m coming again,” he whispers as I come undone.
“Me too,” I whisper as my head falls back and then I see someone in the distance. Someone who looks very familiar.
Lust and interest mix with anger and fury as I push Matthew off of me and adjust my dress. “We should head back,” I say carefully.
“Yeah,” he says, leaning down to pick up his soaked shorts. “Are you…” he asks awkwardly. “Did I do okay?”
I blink as I realize my reaction may have ruined this moment, and suddenly the truth hits me. I’ve kissed Elijah and slept with Benny and now I’ve had Matthew’s cock in my mouth and he’s made me come. Twice.
Clearly I’m headed for an early life crisis or something…
I look at Matthew, and suddenly those nerves fall away. He looks almost innocent, sweet with his furrowed eyebrows, his lips glimmering with the remnants of me.
“You were amazing,” I tell him, because it’s true. “I’ve never been able to come that fast before.”
He smiles, beaming with pride. “Really? You’re not just saying that to make me feel better?”
I shake my head as I take two steps toward him. “No.” I reach up and settle my hand on his neck. “Ten out of ten. Totally recommend.”
He smirks. “Good to know I can satisfy you.” He leans down and gently kisses me. It’s not a rushed kiss of heat and desire, but one that speaks volumes. He kisses me slowly, underneath the moonlight, and I can taste myself on him.
“We really should head back,” he says softly.
I nod as he settles his hand on my back once more, gently guiding me. I hear a rustle in the trees and momentarily I panic, but when I look at the tree line, I don’t see anything. Maybe I’m just imagining things because the truth of what I’ve done…what we’ve done…hangs in the air between us.
We walk back to the hotel side by side. His warmth and body make me feel at ease, and I realize how easy it is to just…be. With him. It’s like nothing has changed but everything has changed. Maybe…
Maybe this could be a thing?
Maybe when I get the courage to tell my parents the truth, about Keaton and me, after this wedding…
Matthew stops just on the edge of the hotel property, the light falling on us. The beach is full of small campfires, but there aren’t a ton of people out.
I catch him staring.
“I want to kiss you, but if you’re worried someone might see us, I understand.”
My heart falls at his words and I grasp his chin, pulling him toward me. “Oh, Matthew…”
I kiss him gently. He settles into me with equal ease, but I break away almost instantly. A quick, chaste kiss.
I hear a familiar grunt of anger and turn to see Benny. On the edge of the horizon, staring at us both. I notice how he’s holding his crotch, and the fire in his gaze, and then I see the leaves in his hair. Leaves from the trees that surrounded the beach where Matthew and I just…
And all at once, I realize I wasn’t imagining things.
Benny was there.
He was watching us.
How much did he see?
“I…I’ll see you tomorrow, Matthew,” I say as I head off toward Benny who just turns around and gives me his back.
“Oh no you don’t, Benjamin Anderson…” I mutter to myself as I take off, but he’s too fast. I move through the crowd on the deck listening to the band, trying to keep my eye on him, but I lose him when I run smack into something hard.
Or rather, someone.
“Hey, you okay?” Elijah asks, and I look over his shoulder, but Benny is gone. Like a ghost, nowhere to be seen.
Fucking hell.
I’ll have to wait until I make it up to the room…
“Yeah, just…thought I saw Benny.”
Elijah nods. “I know things have been…awkward at best between us.” His dark brown eyes are clouded with sadness, and all at once history comes flooding back to me.
“Elijah…”
“Can I…can I buy you a drink? Maybe we can… talk?”
I think about telling him no. I should really tell him no, to be honest.
But a part of me also knows this is what we need. To clear the air. Maybe acknowledge things and move on.
But do I want to move on?
I certainly don’t want to go back to the way things were, where we didn’t talk. Where I didn’t have my best friend.
“Yeah, I guess.”
He nods for me to follow him inside. The bar is in full swing, as is the dance floor. We order a glass of wine each, but opt to hang out at one of the high tables when a couple leaves.
“So what is it you wanted to talk about?” I ask, sipping my wine. I’ve barely had any alcohol today, since what happened last night with Benny has been weighing on me. Though, I was sober tonight when I kissed Matthew. When I went down on him…
I still can’t believe I did that. And outside, where anyone could see no less! What was I thinking?
The moment was hot as hell, and it wasn’t just because I knew I was his first, though that notion definitely didn’t sour matters either.
“Why did we stop talking?” he asks, and I tense immediately.
“Elijah…”
“Was it something I did or said, Soph? Please, just tell me, because I’ve missed you so fucking much and if there’s something I can do to—”
I hold my hand up. “It wasn’t you,” I say. “I mean, it was….but…it wasn’t anything you did to me.”
Elijah sips his wine, moving closer to me. So close I can smell his spicy scent that’s so comforting and sweet. So familiar and addicting. Like an idiot, I breathe it in. Breathe him in.
“Whatever it was, I’m sorry,” he says, and his words are genuine. I shake my head, because he says it so easily. So genuinely, like he really is sorry for just being him.
For being hot and attractive and a magnet for beautiful women.
“Don’t do that,” I say. “Don’t apologize when you don’t even know—”
“It doesn’t matter,” he says. “Whatever it is, if it made you want to stop talking to me, I’m so fucking sorry.”
I drain my drink as I turn away. “This was a bad idea. All of it.”
I push away from the table as the band starts to play something slow and moody. I think it sounds familiar but I can’t place it. I make it as far as the dance floor before I feel him.
“Sophie,” he says, grabbing my wrist. His warm touch on my skin soothes the storms and dredges up all the debris at the same time. “Sophie, stop, please…”
He tugs on my wrist, pulling me back to him. And like the magnet he is, I fall into his gravitational pull so easily it should be a crime.
Maybe it’s because my life is falling apart. Or maybe it’s because ever since I’ve gotten here, I haven’t been able to keep from spiraling out, but whatever it is, I blame it for the reason I turn around and meet his gaze.
My eyes water as all the memories hit me. Those pictures I couldn’t stop looking at. Those nights I cried wishing I were them. The woman he was smiling with in the pictures.
The memories of the fantasies I used to torture myself with unleash themselves without warning, mingling with the memories of all the nights we spent together. Nights where all I wanted to do was kiss him. Touch him. Give myself to him.
I didn’t wait like Matthew did. I lost my virginity at a party after I saw Elijah kissing another girl. I thought it would help me forget him, but…
Nothing would ever make me forget Elijah Brecker.
“Sophie…I love you.”
His words stop me like ice.