Chapter 11
MADDIE
“Maddie,” Matt whispered in the dark of my dorm room.
I slid my eyes open and found myself pressed against his muscular form as we lay together in my bed. I didn’t remember that happening. The last thing I remembered was subtly sliding my hand into his as we sat against the wall watching one of my favorite action films. Now we lay side-by-side in my twin bed.
“What’s up?” I asked, my voice still thick with sleep.
He laughed. “Not you. I’m gonna head out.”
I was too tired to school my features and pouted instead.
He studied me and reached a hand out to brush my hair out of my face. “I gotta go.”
“Why?”
He shifted and I pressed my face into his T-shirt, breathing in that woodsy scent of his cologne. My bed was small, but friends shouldn’t cuddle. Not that I wanted to be his friend. Not one bit.
He sighed, his breath coming out ragged. “Sweet pea, please.”
I moved and stared up into his face, placing my hand against his chest and feeling his heart beat loud against my hand. “Please, what?” I purred seductively.
“Christ. I’m so fucked,” he muttered as he squeezed his eyes shut.
I opened my mouth to ask what that meant, but in a flash, he had me on my back and his lips were on mine.
I moaned into his mouth as I opened to him and shifted to let him settle between my thighs. I slid my hands to the back of his neck and caressed the short hair there while he attacked my mouth. His cock pressed against the thin material of my leggings and I ground up against him in anticipation.
He cradled my face and kissed me like he was gonna swallow me whole. I clung to him as his kisses got deeper and rougher. His lips felt like fire as he traveled down to my neck.
“Madison,” he whispered against my skin.
I moaned at hearing him say my full name.
“Sweet pea, you make me do bad things.”
“I want you to do bad things to me.”
God, if he knew all the fantasies I had he might run away. I saw how his eyebrows shot up to his hairline when he found the daddy kink book I had been reading earlier. As much as hockey players talked a big game, I got the feeling Matt wasn’t that adventurous in the bedroom. Which was fine. Maybe my fantasies were all in my head. I didn’t know what I liked yet. Oral and hand stuff hadn’t allowed me to explore the side of myself that was waiting to be unlocked.
He groaned but didn’t stop kissing my neck. He made his way to my chest and slipped the strap of my tank top down over my shoulder. “We shouldn’t do this.”
He kept saying that we couldn’t and shouldn’t, but his lips still marked a path across my skin. I wanted to scream, ‘go lower.’
“Sure we can,” I reassured him, arching up and trying to give him the green light to take my top off and play with me already. God, couldn’t he take a hint? I had been throwing myself at him for weeks.
He kissed and licked at my skin, teasing me by staying at the swell of my breasts.
I reached down and rubbed his dick through his jeans. He was hard and thick, and now I wasn’t sure this was a good idea. Matt was well endowed. I had that thing in my mouth already and I hadn’t forgotten the lockjaw after our disastrous night together.
Shit, how was that gonna fit inside me?
“We should stop,” he whispered against my skin, but it didn’t seem like he wanted to.
“It wasn’t a religious thing or because I wasn’t ready,” I blurted out.
“What?”
“Me being a virgin.”
He lifted his head up from my chest and caressed my face with the back of his hand. “Then why?”
I shrugged. “I poured my energy into hockey, and then anytime I met a guy I liked…he got intimidated by Noah.”
Noah never liked any of my boyfriends, and now because of the revenge porn thing, he was a thousand times more protective.
“That’s why we can’t do this.”
“Why’s everyone so afraid of my brother? It’s my fucking body!”
He grimaced. “I’m sorry.”
“No, you’re not. If you were sorry you’d have your dick balls deep inside me, and you’d be giving me exactly what I want. But everyone cares so much about pissing off my brother that I don’t get laid. I want to have sex! I want to be held down and pressed into the mattress by a guy who tells me to be a good girl and to come for him.”
His only response was to kiss me again. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him into me, pressing his dick closer to my center. The feel of him against me almost made me come right then and there.
I rocked against him and clawed at his t-shirt while he kissed the air out of me.
He pulled back to take his shirt off, and I ran a hand down his muscular chest. I might go for the douchey hockey players, but they had their perks. Like the wall of muscle that was in front of me. Holy hell, did Matt have an amazing body.
“You sure?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Sweet pea, your first time should be with?—”
I pulled him back down for a kiss and rolled him onto his back. I stripped myself of my top and unclipped my bra. Matt’s eyes widened with his desire, and I sighed in relief when he finally reached up and touched me. He thumbed across my nipple with one hand and leaned his head up to take the other in his mouth. I tipped back my head in pleasure when he did the same with the other one.
“I want it to be you,” I admitted.
He pulled away from my chest and had so many questions in his eyes. “Why me?”
I reached down and framed that handsome square jaw. “Because I trust you. And you already know how to make me come. I want my first time to be good. I could have a sloppy, uncomfortable experience with a frat bro, but I’d have a better time with you.”
Anguish crossed his face. “This is such a bad idea.”
“I don’t care.”
“Maddie,” he groaned.
I pulled away, self-conscious thoughts filling my head. “Unless you don’t want to. I?—”
He gripped my hips and rocked me against his cock. I moaned as I felt his hardness press against my clit. “Does it feel like I don’t want to do this?”
I slowly slid my head side to side.
“Are you absolutely sure it should be me? You don’t want to wait for someone special?”
“Matt, I know you’ll make it special. You’ll take care of me.”
He blew out a shaky breath. “Do you have condoms?”
I nodded and reached down underneath my bed. Like most dorm rooms, I had my bed up high for maximum storage underneath. I reached into the storage container below and opened the top drawer where I kept all my sexy items. I pulled out a condom and handed it to him.
“You want to be on top?” he asked.
I shrugged.
“It might be better for you. You can control the pace, okay?”
“Okay…” I whispered, nerves suddenly taking flight in my stomach.
“But first…I want a taste of that pussy again.”
I yelped as he flipped me over and yanked my leggings, thong and all, down my legs. He spread my legs while he teased me with soft, tiny kisses on the inside of my thighs.
“Please,” I begged.
“I’m getting there. Be a good girl and be patient.”
I pouted, and he nipped at my thigh. He looked up at me with a wicked grin. “Or are you a bad girl, hmm? Do you need to be punished?”
“If I say yes, will you finally lick me?”
His laughter vibrated across my body until I was gasping because he had sucked my clit into his mouth with no fanfare.
“Matt,” I moaned as the pressure built inside me.
“Mmmhmm, so good,” he moaned. He licked and sucked his way into my deepest parts, and I clutched at his hair while he drew out my pleasure.
“Matt,” I panted out, letting my body relax into his ministrations.
He slid two fingers inside my tight entrance, and I shifted uncomfortably, thinking of how I was gonna fit his huge cock inside there.
“Relax. It’ll fit.”
I felt heat burn my face.
“It’s cute when you blush even though we both know you can take my big dick all the way down your throat.”
“Uh-huh.” I felt myself soaring above on the edge of ultimate pleasure. He was drawing it out of me, pulling me apart in the best ways possible.
He pressed a third finger inside, and I relaxed my body, letting myself get used to the fullness. He was stretching me out on purpose, trying to make sure it wouldn’t hurt as much when I had penetrative sex for the first time. I appreciated that, and it was why I wanted him to be the one to do this with me.
He curled his fingers up and sucked on my clit, and then I was off like a rocket. I gripped his hair as I ground against his mouth, letting him take me over the edge as the waves of my orgasm washed over me.
“Good girl,” he purred.
I wanted to hear him say that over and over again. I wanted to be his plaything. I’d be his good girl who did whatever he wanted. I wanted him to use my body for his own. To tell me my pussy belonged to him and him alone.
Hmm. I might read too many romances with domineering alpha men, but I wanted that with Matt. For him to be the first man to claim me.
I released his hair and smoothed it down while he gave me a devious grin. “Good?”
The pleasure he pulled out of me had rendered me speechless, and all I could do was nod.
He kissed my thigh and made his way back up to my face. He cradled it in his hands. “We can stop anytime.”
I shook my head. “No, I want this. Please, Matt? I want to ride that big cock of yours.”
“Christ,” he groaned.
He got up from the bed, and I watched him remove his jeans and boxers. I bit my lip when I saw his cock was hard and ready for me. He slid back into the bed beside me, so I reached down to wrap my hands around his length. He groaned as I stroked him nice and slow, feeling the steely weight of him in my hand.
“Matt?” I asked, my voice shaky with nerves.
“Hmm?”
“What if you’re too big?”
He dropped his head back and laughed. “Then I’ll just give you the tip.”
“Matt!” I laughed.
“If you ride me, you can control how fast we go. You set the rules. Okay?”
I thought about it for a second. I wanted to see the look on his face as I rode him to satisfaction, but my fantasies had me picturing him holding me down or chaining me to the bed. Okay, there were a lot of things I wanted to explore, but maybe not tonight. Definitely not with him, even if I wanted to.
He cupped my cheeks. “We don’t have to do this, sweet pea.”
“I want to be good enough for you,” I said in a hushed whisper.
“You’re naked with your hand on my dick. You’re more than good enough. So you gonna be a good girl and ride it?”
The smug grin on his face sent a spark of excitement through me.
“I want to be your good girl,” I whispered.
He handed me the condom. “Then put this on and get on top of me.”
“Oh…o-okay,” I stuttered out.
I fumbled with the package so much that he took it out of my hands. He guided me through it, rolling it down his cock. I felt like such an inexperienced virgin, having never put a condom on before.
“C’mere,” he ordered in a husky whisper.
I straddled his thick thighs, and he helped position me with the head of his cock at my entrance.
He lifted to kiss me, all the while teasing my clit with the head of his cock. “Set the pace. I can wait.”
“Okay,” I said with a shaky breath.
“Wait, do you have any lube?” he asked.
“Right under the bed. Top drawer.”
He reached down underneath the bed, fumbled around, and then pulled out the small bottle of lube. He spread some across his sheathed cock and then between my legs.
“I don’t want to hurt you. This should make it better for you,” he said after tossing the bottle onto my floor without a care.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
“We can always use more. I want this to be good for you. You ready?”
I didn’t answer. Instead, I repositioned myself and slowly began to slide down onto his cock. I gritted my teeth at the pressure of his cock entering me. He stretched me more than I’d ever been before, and it hurt a little, but I knew once he was seated fully inside me, the pain would turn to pleasure.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked.
I shook my head as I got my bearings and slid all the way down until he filled me up.
“Look at you,” he cooed as he ran his hands down my sides and gripped my hips. “Such a good girl.”
“Matt...”
“You okay?”
My breath came out in ragged pants. “I’m nervous. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.”
His thumb slid across my clit, and I bucked against him.
“Ohhh,” I moaned while I met him in his slow thrusts.
“Do what feels good to you.”
“I don’t know!” I cried.
He cupped my face with his free hand. “Aw, sweet pea. Just ride my dick and enjoy it.”
“Maybe this was a bad idea. I don’t think I’m good at this.”
“Mads, relax. I want you to feel good.”
“Okay...”
“Kiss me,” he demanded.
I bent down to kiss him. His lips on mine relaxed me while he moved beneath me, sliding his cock in and out in shallow thrusts.
I moaned into his mouth and moved against him, getting into a rhythm as I felt myself squeeze around his cock. I pulled away from him and leaned back, riding him slowly as my orgasm climbed up inside me.
“That’s it, sweet pea, just like that,” he said, his voice thick with desire. It turned me on and made me want to do a good job. To be as good as the other women he’d had in his bed.
“Good?” I asked and leaned back further.
“Fuuuck yes.”
I moaned as pleasure coursed through me, and our bodies moved together in sync, like we were made for each other. My thighs were on fire, like I had been skating lines, but instead, I was gliding my pussy up and down Matt’s cock. And it felt so good. Even better than any of my toys or my hands.
He pressed his thumb against my clit again, playing with me while I rode him, and then I was off once more. My body tingled, and I cried out, not even thinking to muffle my screams while I came better than I ever had before.
I collapsed onto his chest, and he took over. He played my body like he knew every song to it until he growled out his release in a long, guttural grunt. It was a sexy sound that I wanted to hear in my ear again and again.
He pressed a small kiss to my temple and ran a hand through my sweaty sex-hair. I practically purred at his gentle touch.“You okay?” he whispered.
I peered up at him through heavy-lidded eyes. “So good,” I slurred, as if drunk off the pleasure he drew out of me. Drunk off him.
He shifted me off his chest and got up to get rid of the condom.
Everyone talked about their first time being awful, but Matt made it good for me. It hurt a little, but once the pleasure took over, it was easy to ignore the pain. Practice was gonna suck tomorrow when I skated with sore thighs, but it was worth it. Matt had been gentle and let me set the pace; he even thought to add lube into the mix so it wouldn’t hurt as much. None of those hockey dudebros would have offered that.
It made me want to climb on top of him again. Or lay back and offer myself to him, letting him drive into me as hard as he wanted while I wrapped my legs around his powerful hips. I wanted him to bind my hands behind my back and press me into the bed while he fucked me from behind. But I couldn’t explore my desires with him, no matter how much the horny girl inside me wanted to. If my overprotective brother didn’t scare Matt so much, maybe I could have shown him my deepest wants over time. But this wasn’t the start of something real. It was just for tonight and never again. I steeled my heart to remind myself of that reality.
I slid out of my bed and put my clothes back on, then walked out into the hall bathroom to pee. When I walked back into my room, I shut the door behind me and found Matt lying in my bed with one arm behind his head, scrolling through his phone. It was late, so I figured he’d want to take off, but he was in my bed like he didn’t want to leave. My uncomfortable twin bed that was too small for him.
I slid in beside him, pressing against his side so we’d fit together in the small space. Dorm beds were not ideal unless you loved cuddling. He brought the comforter up over us and put his phone away.
He turned and nosed across my neck, making me giggle as his kisses tickled me. “We good?” he asked.
I stiffened against him.“Yes.”
“I—”
“Matt, it was just sex,” I lied to both of us. I wanted to enjoy being in his arms, and the lie would let me do that without thinking about the heartache that would come later.
“Right,” he said, but in the dark of my bedroom, I saw the way his jaw ticked.
“It doesn’t have to be weird,” I tried to convince myself more than him.
I couldn’t make it weird with him. We were just becoming friends, and I didn’t want to ruin it because we had sex. But my heart was already whispering feelings at me.
“Right. Yeah,” he muttered.
I eyed him. “It doesn’t.”
“Okay, sweet pea. It was good for you, right?”
“Definitely. I’m glad it was you.”
Instead of answering, he kissed me again, cradling my face in his hands like I was something to be treasured. This was all we could have, so I savored the feeling of his lips on mine. When he pulled away, he wrapped his big arms around me, and we fell asleep in my cramped twin bed together, pretending we could have more than this one night together.