Chapter 40
40
Wraith
I always knew she was up to no good when she bit her lip like that. I couldn’t find it in me to complain when she was sitting on my lap and trailing her hands over me. Whatever she had in mind, I was down to try it as long as she didn’t steal those lips from me. I cupped the back of her neck, drawing her down for another kiss. I was addicted to her. Plain and simple. I couldn’t get enough.
Slender fingers slipped under my shirt, dancing across my abs before teasing upward. It forced my shirt up, so to give her better access, I tugged it off and tossed it aside, giving her permission to touch me however the hell she wanted. She grinned at my easy compliance, dipping her head for another kiss. It didn’t last long, just enough to rev me up before she shimmied lower to attack my belt. I kicked off my shoes and socks, lifting my hips to help her when she tugged on my jeans. Boxers came off with them because Mel was efficient like that.
I don’t know why I expected her to come back up on her own. I told myself she was up to no good. It still shocked a groan out of me when she wrapped her hand around my dick and licked a long stripe along the entire length .
“Mel…”
“Turnabout is fair play, handsome. Just relax and let someone take care of you for once.”
It wasn’t how things worked for me. I liked taking care of the people who were important to me. And I was used to doing things on my own. Arguments I definitely wasn’t going to make right now while she was licking my dick like it was a lollipop. I twitched in her grip, tucking my chin so I could watch her. I’d never seen anything more erotic than my dream girl wrapping those perfect lips around my cock. I could’ve died happy with that image in my head.
I have to concentrate on not finishing too soon, partially from the image alone, partially because jesus fuck she knew what she was doing. Her hand followed her mouth in a perfect grip, her thumb giving special attention to the vein underneath. She teased the crown with little flicks of her tongue, then surprised the hell out of me by swallowing me down and bobbing her head a few times. Then she started all over. It was torture. Perfect, amazing torture.
My eyes rolled into my head when she suckled at the tip and I knew if I didn't stop her, this would be over way too damn fast. It was hard to summon the will to move her away, though, especially when her mouth took a lazy journey south to tongue at my balls.
“Holy fuck, Mel…” I gritted out. I got a sultry chuckle in reply right as she pulled me back into her mouth. I couldn’t help lifting my hips to chase the vibration. I couldn’t get myself to stop her until I felt that tingle that singled an imminent release. I wasn’t ready for this to end.
Fisting the back of her hair, I drew her away with enough force to get her to listen the first time without actually hurting her. And she was grinning when she finally let me slip out of her mouth. I dragged her mouth back to mine, rolling to put her underneath me. She was dangerous on top. I wouldn’t fucking survive.
She lit a flame under my ass with that little stunt. I couldn’t go slow even if I wanted to. I jerked open the nightstand, fisting a condom without breaking the kiss. When her long legs wrapped around my hips, I was tempted to go without it, but that required a discussion I didn’t have the mental faculties to have right now.
Talented fingers plucked the rubber out of my hands while I was too focused on her mouth. I tried to wrestle it back from her, knowing she’d torment me if she took control, but she was wily and distracted me by tightening her legs around my hips and grinding her soaking pussy against my cock. Fuck, I really needed to have that conversation with her.
Thankfully, she didn’t tease while rolling the condom on. That came after, her hands stroking me until I was thrusting and desperate. I dragged my mouth away from hers, panting against her lips.
“What are you doing to me?”
Her slow grin sent shivers of need up my spine and when I scooped her hips up, she helpfully guided me to her entrance, her free hand pulling me closer so she could whisper against my ear. “Giving you a taste of how much I’ve wanted you for over a decade.”
Ah, fuck. She shouldn’t have said that. It made me feel feral, filling me with a desperate need to claim her. I pushed inside her in one smooth movement, pausing for a moment to give her a chance to adjust. We locked eyes with each other and I saw the same emotions I felt for years written across her face. Longing, hope, need. Love.
It was too much and not enough, and when her legs tightened to encourage me, I couldn’t hold back.
Melissa
The playful energy shifted at some point to something more serious. It made me breathless, watching the way he seemed to lose all control. He drew his hips back, sinking back inside me in a smooth glide that lit up every nerve I had. He didn’t drag it out or try to make it last. No, he was trying to ruin me. The steady grip on my hips kept them elevated enough that he hit at just the right angle every single time until I was moaning so loud, I was sure the neighbors could hear me. It was too much, too perfect, and I shattered without warning, my body writhing from the intensity of it.
Did that stop him? No, it did not. He growled through gritted teeth and picked up the pace, sending a lightning storm of sensation through me until I couldn’t breathe. It felt like the first orgasm just melted into the second so seamlessly I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. The pleasure just kept going, until my mind went white and I had to surrender to it.
Vaguely, I heard Mattias shout and felt his hips stutter, but I was still floating in Nirvana when he collapsed on top of me. My arms came around his shoulders by instinct, my fingers stroking through his sweat-soaked hair.
“How in the hell is it still so silky after all that? Do you have magic shampoo?”
His shoulders shook with suppressed laughter, and when he shifted onto his elbows at me, he gave me that once rare Mattias smile that still took my breath away.
“God, I love you,” he murmured.
I froze in the middle of leaning into his palm. Eyes wide, I slowly turned to look at him. “What did you say?”
I knew plenty of guys who would backpedal and act nonchalant like it was no big deal. That wasn’t Mattias. He didn’t look away or pretend he didn’t say anything. He locked eyes with me, kissed me gently, and said it again, louder this time, so I couldn’t mistake what I’d heard.
“I love you, Mel. I always have.”
Of all the reactions I thought I’d have to someone telling me they loved me, I never expected to cry. It was everything I wanted since I was a kid, and I didn’t know how to handle it. Mattias didn’t freak out. He never did anything a normal guy would. He brushed the tears away with his thumbs, his hands cradling my head, and kissed me until I stopped trembling and could finally use words.
“I love you too. So much.”
There it was again. That smile that felt a little like it was just for me. It wasn’t the same exasperated smile he gave his friends, it wasn’t the proud smile he gave his little brother. This one was mine, full of decades of love and tender affection. I wanted to take a dozen pictures so I could carry it with me even when we were apart, but I doubted a picture could do it justice.
I seriously needed to stop, or I’d end up proposing to the man.
“Oh, god, you destroyed me. Why can’t I stop crying?” I demanded.
He chuckled, running his nose along mine between intermittent kisses. Not long passionate ones. Little ones that made my heart skip and elation fill my chest, bleeding through my whole body until I felt like I couldn’t keep it all in.
I was a little grateful when Mattias’s phone rang. I was waxing poetic in my head and I didn’t want to embarrass the hell out of myself by throwing myself at him and telling him I wanted to have his babies. We were already raising his little brother. What were a few more in the mix?
He had to lean over the edge of the bed to find his jeans to get to his phone, but he refused to move away from me. He nearly dragged me off the bed with him and I couldn’t stop laughing when I had to roll to save us both from injury. He was grinning as he dropped back onto the bed, tossing his jeans aside and putting his phone to his ear as he pulled me against his chest.
“Yeah?”
“School is stupid,” Xander grumbled.
We both paused with a frown before Mattias sat up. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know anyone and it's awkward and I hate it. Can’t I just come home for lunch?”
Ah. Lunch in a new school where he probably hadn’t had the opportunity to make any new friends yet, since he was testing all day yesterday. I wanted to snatch the phone away and reassure him, but he called Mattias for a reason. He needed his brother’s support, not my coddling.
“No, you can’t,” Mattias began. I poked him in the side and glared at him, and his tone softened a little. “You don’t need to anyway. You’re going to make friends. Just give it time.”
“I’m gonna end up eating in the bathroom every day,” he replied petulantly.
I couldn’t help it, and I laughed out loud at that one.
“Is Mel listening? Put her on. She’s nicer to me. She’ll let me come home.”
Mattias smirked, shaking his head, and purposely leaned out of my reach when I tried to grab the phone. “You’re not stealing my girlfriend. Get your own.”
My stomach sank and Xander went quiet. In a quick move to rescue him, I poked Mattias again. “He’s too young to date. Don’t tell him that.”
That made him frown, and he retracted his statement. “She’s right. No dating. Make friends. I was friends with Mel for over twenty years. You can start dating when you’ve had a friend that long. ”
His teasing eased the tension, and Xander huffed out a laugh. “You suck.”
Nipping at Mattias’s nipple distracted him enough for me to snatch the phone away. I rolled over to trap it between my face and the bed, making it that much harder for him to take it from me.
“Sweetie, it takes more than a day to make a friend, but you won’t make any if you run every time there’s a free period. Go to lunch, ask someone if you can join them, and don’t make the Wraith face.”
“What’s that?”
“The look that Mattias has whenever he’s annoyed. It’s like resting bitch face, but a little more ‘I’ll murder you if you don’t leave me alone.’”
Mattias pinched my butt in retribution, but it made Xander laugh and he eventually relented. “Alright. I’ll go back in. But if it sucks and I hate it, can I eat lunch at home?”
“If it sucks and you hate it, I’ll send Mattias to eat lunch with you every day. You’ll look really cool eating with a scary biker.”
Mattias didn’t argue that plan. He wrapped himself around me, speaking loud enough for Xander to hear him. “I’m good with that.”
Xander chuckled. “Alright, alright. Fine. I’m going. Next time I’m calling Mel. I only called you because I thought she was sleeping.”
It was a tease, and Mattias didn't take him seriously. Xander loved his brother, and when he needed him, Mattias would always show up. Just like I’d always show up for the both of them.