Chapter 21
Ellie
This man. This beautifully tortured man.
I close the remaining space between us and rise on my toes to place a kiss on the corner of his mouth.
Matt swiftly wraps his arms around me, lifting me up so my legs encircle his waist before taking my mouth with his. He lets out a groan that causes a flutter in my lower belly, and I cling onto his muscular form as he walks us back to his truck.
My head is spinning as he puts me down long enough to drop the tailgate before lifting me up to sit on the end. Matt quickly joins me, pulling me onto his lap to continue the heated kiss. His hands take hold of my hair, angling my head to deepen our kiss. He tastes of mint and longing. Our tongues dance naturally together, much as our bodies had earlier in the evening. Everything with him just feels effortless.
Well, as much as ten years of wanting what you thought you couldn’t have could be considered effortless.
Matt pulls back, nibbling at my lower lip before dropping his mouth to my throat. The combination of his tantalizing mouth, his warm, muscular body, and the firm bulge in his pants beneath me are making me embarrassingly wet.
I bite down on his neck before tracing it with a soft flick of my tongue. Matt clutches the globes of my ass with force, making me squirm against him. I know there will be bruises from his overaggressive touch tomorrow, but I can only think about how much better this would be without any clothes on.
I’m about to tell him we should move this inside his truck when he interrupts me.
“I think I should let you get inside.”
Wait. That’s not what I was expecting him to say.
“Why?” I hold him a little tighter as I trail kisses along his jaw.
“Ellie. I really like you. But I don’t want to hurt you. I’m leaving to head back home in a few weeks. I don’t want to make this any more difficult than it already is.”
My head is spinning at the abrupt change. Is he merely trying to let me down easily? I’m sure this guy can have any girl he wants. The fact he’s leaving should make it easier for him to walk away when his time’s up without having any guilt. Self-doubt, my constant companion for so many years, tries to take this opportunity to wedge herself into the equation. But her efforts are quickly thwarted.
“Don’t do that.”
“What?”
“Don’t try to make this anything but what it is. I’m falling hard for you, sweet girl. The fact you look like this is just an added bonus.” He crashes his mouth over mine, squeezing one of my breasts and bucking into me.
“God, I want you,” I groan.
“I want you, too. But I don’t know how to make this work.” He tucks a wayward lock of hair behind my ear. “My life is in Sycamore Mountain. And you need to be here with Pops. Going back home knowing the one girl I want is states away will be torment enough. If we sleep together, it’ll be sheer agony.”
He’s right. I drop my forehead to his shoulder and try to ignore the throbbing between my legs.
“At least there’s a silver lining to all of this. I still have my manhood intact.”
Pulling back, I try to understand what he’s eluding to.
“When I dream about you, it’s a struggle not to blow my load too quickly.” He shakes his head self-consciously. “Hell, I can’t believe I’m telling you this.” His head falls back, and he stares up at the stars. “Whenever I picture you with your lips around my dick, as soon as those magical green eyes look up at me… I’m done.”
All I can do is sit here blinking at him. Is he for real? “You picture me sucking you off?” I whisper. The smile this brings to my lips is ridiculous.
“What have I got to do to get through to you, woman?” He shakes me for added effect. “I’ve been jacking off to you since I was seventeen.” He reaches out to grasp each of my breasts in his hands. “These tits, those eyes, and pouty red lips. Your fair skin and sexy hair.” Matt lets go of my chest and slides his arms around me, squeezing my butt cheeks. “But this ass. Oh, fuck, what I want to do to this ass.”
My hand flies to my mouth. I’m utterly shocked by his admission. That long ago, he’d been touching himself while thinking of me, while I was likely doing the same. But I had to acknowledge, whether he was returning home or not, I wasn’t going to be able to stop fantasizing about him.
“Matt?”
“Yeah?” he asks, nipping at the skin behind my ear.
“Whether you’re back in Sycamore Mountain or not, you’ll still be starring in all of my dirty dreams.”
He stills.
“I think it’s noble of you not to want to take me to bed and then leave. But, couldn’t we at least have something visual to replay once you’re gone?”
“Ellie?”
“Yes?”
“Will you still respect me tomorrow if I eat you out in my truck?”
If the laugh that escapes me doesn’t turn him off, nothing will. “Only if you do a good job. No one’s ever done that before, and I’m hoping you’ll live up to the hype.”
I’m nearly catapulted to the ground as Matt pushes me off of him, jumps from the tailgate of the truck, and opens the door to the back seat. Rushing back for me, he scoops me up and carries me, my legs wrapping around him as he cradles my ass in his firm grip.
I slide back along the bench seat of his truck. Wow, it’s surprising how much room there is back here.
“Lie down, beautiful,” Matt encourages.
I nervously comply, lifting my head to watch him as he flips up my green sundress to find the one pair of lacy underwear I own. His eyes sparkle as he lowers them down my legs. Once he has them off, he looks down at me with a hunger I’ve never seen from anyone before. Most of my sexual experiences have occurred when either one or both parties were a little intoxicated. I keep having to bite my lip to ensure this is actually happening.
“Uh, don’t try pulling any fifty shades kink and tucking those in your back pocket for later. I’m gonna need those back.” I giggle.
“Damn,” he replies before rubbing his hand over the stiff column beneath the zipper of his shorts.
Gah, I wish we were just throwing caution to the wind tonight. I’d give anything to know what it feels like to have him inside me. This thought is cut short as Matthew grabs each of my thighs and yanks me closer to him.
“One rule.”
“There are rules?” I tease.
“Yes. You cannot look at me.”
“Are you for real right now?”
“Fuck, Ellie. I wasn’t kidding. I swear I think I’ll come in my pants if I see your eyes. Work with me, will ya?”
I throw my head back on the seat, clutching my sides in laughter. Until I feel the swipe of his tongue through my sex and immediately cry out.
“Oh, fuck. I knew you’d be sweet,” he says before I feel him spread me wide and dive back in.
“Oh. My. God,” I pant. I had no idea anything could feel this good. As much as I’d love to watch what he’s doing, I’m trying to honor his request. It feels like his face is buried between my legs. Devouring me.
“You’re so wet. Do you always get this wet? Or is this just for me?” He doesn’t wait for an answer before he’s back at it. Oh, the beard burn I’m going to have tomorrow.
“It’s you. It’s all you,” I moan.
Matt replaces his tongue with his thick fingers. Before I can adjust to the sensation, he’s teasing my clit with the tip of his tongue.
“Oh, Matt. I’m not going to last like this.”
He alternates between lashing his tongue over my sensitive flesh and sucking on my clit, and I can tell I’m dangerously close to the edge. “Come for me, baby. I want to feel you come apart on my tongue.” Withdrawing his fingers, he rubs delicious circles over my swollen nub, driving his tongue deep inside me.
“Matt!” My fingers dig into the seat as the most powerful orgasm of my life overtakes me. My heart is racing wildly in my chest, my breathing so erratic, I barely notice he’s hovering above me.
“Did it live up to the hype?” He chuckles.
“I think it surpassed it.” But that’s likely all him. I try to catch my breath as he runs his fingers through my hair. He has the most dazzling smile on his face. Pushing up on my elbows, I pull my legs up so I can change positions. “My turn,” I say, rubbing my hands together. Sliding from the seat onto the floor of the truck, I lick my lips.
Matthew’s eyes are hooded as I reach up to unbutton and unzip his pants before lowering them. His thick, heavy erection springs free, and my mouth instantly waters.
“Jesus. I can’t look at you, or I won’t last a minute.”
I giggle as I reach out for him, wrapping my fingers around the base of his rigid shaft. His heavy breaths bounce within the inside of his truck before I’ve given the first lick. A bead of precum welcomes me at the tip. Dragging the flat of my tongue along the length of him, I circle the head, gathering his salty taste in one stroke.
“Holy shit,” he groans.
His sounds spur me on, so I open wide, sliding his thick cock into the back of my throat as I stroke him. Alternating sucks, strokes of my hand, and flicks of my tongue along the head of his cock, I cup his balls in my left hand and give them a tug. I pull back with a pop momentarily in order to stroke his cock while I lift the hem of his shirt to watch how his abdominal muscles contract with my touch. His inked torso is the stuff dreams are made of.
Returning to his glistening cock, I stroke him more aggressively while simultaneously taking as much of him as I can into my throat. His muffled sounds of pleasure above me are unintelligible. I bob my head up and down his veiny length until his voice clears.
“Baby, you need to stop if you don’t want me to spill down your throat.”
I moan around him as I continue to suck and stroke him. Both of his hands grab ahold of my hair, virtually holding me in place as he bucks into my mouth.
“Look at me!”
With my mouth wrapped tightly around his cock, I snap my eyes up to his. I’ve never seen anything like it. His pupils are dark and dilated.
They’re on fire. For me.
His grip tightens around my hair as he cries out. “Ellie!”
I swallow down his release as it hits the back of my throat, his body shuddering beneath me.
“Come here,” he pleads.
I sit up, and he lifts me so I’m seated next to him. Wrapping me tightly in his arms, I snuggle into his side, feeling tender kisses along my temple and forehead. I relish this moment, attempting to lock it into my memory when I barely hear him above me.
“How am I supposed to leave you now?”