Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
ELLIE
“Okay, you first. Take your clothes off.”
“What about we both go at the same time?”
“Nope. My house, my rules. Strip.”
Matt puts his hands up and mutters a quick “Fine” as he starts to undress. He reaches behind himself and pulls his black long-sleeved shirt over his head.
I think there’s an audible pop sound as my lips part and my jaw drops.
“Are you kidding me?” I say as my eyes run over his chest and abs for the…third time.
Matt pauses unbuttoning his pants and quickly looks up at me and then down at himself. “What? What’s wrong?” He’s still looking down and around his body like there’s something wrong with it. What a freaking joke.
“Okay, nope. I’m calling this off. What do you do for a living at that bar, hurl kegs?
” I throw my hands up. I know I’m being dramatic, but he looks like an actual Superman and I look like…
a normal human. Could be described as soft, if you will.
Likes ice cream. Does not like working out.
You get the picture. I like my body just fine, but I’m not normally next to a literal perfect specimen.
“Hey, Ellie?”
“Hmm?” I take my time moving my gaze from his abs to his face.
His eyes are twinkling at me and my nerves skyrocket.
He’s celebrity handsome. Like, “too attractive to be a normal person” handsome.
This was a bad idea. My heart is pounding almost painfully in my chest. I guess ripping bandages is supposed to be painful.
But it’s also supposed to be fast, dammit.
Matt continues to look at me with what I would describe as warm amusement. “Do I have your permission to be bossy tonight?”
Excuse me.
“My…” I think my brain short-circuits. “You want my permission to be…bossy?” I’m sure my face is the color of a tomato based on the heat I feel rushing through my body.
“Like…with sex stuff?” Oh god, he’s going to realize I’m about as vanilla as they come.
Maybe his preference for vanilla extends to sex? I hope so.
He gives me a nod and waits for me. I look over at the shower to avoid eye contact.
The fluorescents in here basically feel like spotlights and I have a feeling my lack of athleticism is about to be put to the test. I look back over at him and scan his body again.
I think one of his legs has more muscle than both of mine combined.
Maybe he’ll do most of the work? Hopefully I can find some way to contribute.
Ugh, that was a weird thing to think. I’m so regretting opting for shower sex.
“I’m just…a little nervous,” I admit, my voice low.
His face goes soft at my admission and he moves over close to me to perch his probably perfect ass on the edge of the counter.
“I’m assuming you’re not talking about what I just asked,” he says gently, nudging my leg with his knee.
I shake my head in answer.
He dips his head. “Well, aside from the obvious, which is that we don’t have to do this tonight, is there anything that would make you less nervous?”
I look down at my feet. Um, the lights off? Shots? Shower sex is like the Olympic version of normal sex. Possibly the worst way to practice. Why did it sound like such a good idea at the time?
I glance back up at Matt’s face.
Right. That’s why.
I catch the side of his mouth twitch as he waits for my answer. His bottom lip is a little fuller than the top and his stubble looks a few days old. I bet it will feel good pretty much everywhere.
Screw it.
I step forward into him and press my mouth to his, jumping him before I can think better of it.
He grunts in surprise and steadies me with both of his hands on my waist. Angling his head, he dips his tongue into my mouth and tightens his grip on me.
He doesn’t break our kiss as he stands, instead taking advantage of the added height difference to lean down farther and tangle his tongue with mine.
Holy smokes, Matt knows how to kiss. I push onto my toes to try to taste more of him, putting my hands around his neck.
The slight stretch causes my cropped sweater to rise and Matt’s hands move underneath.
His thumbs trace my skin up and down as he continues to kiss me, gently pushing me against the wall.
His fingers stop their rhythmic movement as he inches his hands up around my ribcage until he reaches the underwire of my bra.
Chills break out over my skin and I feel my nipples tighten as one of his thumbs nudges underneath my bra, skimming the underside of my breast. A slight moan slips out of me at the thought of those hands moving farther up.
Matt pulls back abruptly, dislodging my hands from their position as he breathes much heavier than before. Without breaking eye contact he leans over through the shower curtain and turns the water on. His blown pupils nearly cover up the green of his eyes.
“So do I have your permission?” he breathes out, leaning into me with his hands resting on the wall behind me.
Permission…? Ohhh, right. I’m about to embarrass myself. Again.
“Do I need, like, a safe word or something?” I scrunch my nose a bit and hope the flush from that kiss will hide any new redness making its way to my face.
Matt makes a huffing sound and drops his forehead to the wall next to me.
Burning humiliation floods my body. “Was that a stupid thing to ask?” I say quietly, unsure what his reaction means.
Matt jerks his head up and looks directly at me.
“God no, Ellie. I didn’t mean to imply that just now.
You caught me off guard, and the idea…threw me for a loop.
It’s not something I’m familiar with in practice.
I just… ‘Permission’ was the wrong word.
I don’t know what you like and that was my shitty attempt at asking if you’d be okay with me being in charge tonight.
I thought it might help with the nerves.
But in case it isn’t painfully obvious”—he glances down at his significantly tented pants—“I’ll have you any way you’ll let me.
” He pauses and pushes a piece of disheveled hair behind my ear.
“And to be clear, lack of enthusiasm would be enough. No objection, verbal or otherwise, would be required. But obviously listened to right away. We’re here to have a good time, yeah? To practice?”
I feel myself relax and give him a nod.
He glances back and forth between my eyes. “Can I kiss you again?”
Another nod.
He leans forward and brushes his lips against mine before slowly tracing the seam of my lips with his tongue.
I sigh and part my mouth, letting him in and reaching my hands back up to feel that tempting stubble.
The gentle scratch against my palm sends shivers down my body.
Less frantic than before, Matt takes his time exploring my mouth and trapping my body against the wall with his.
The pressure of his length against my stomach makes me whimper. Matt presses a little harder and I want it.
As the bathroom fills with steam, I can’t tell if my labored breathing is from the thick air or kissing Matt like my life depends on it. He tugs at my sweater hem and pulls his mouth from mine to talk. “Can I take this off?” he pants.
I nod eagerly and quickly put my arms up above my head. He chuckles and steps back, gripping the bottom of my sweater before pulling it up over my head and arms.
“Christ, Ellie,” he groans quietly, eyes roaming my chest.
I glance down and remember I’m in my see-through black lace bra. Ah, yes. My I’m going out to get laid by a stranger for the first time in like four years bra. Guess it’s serving its purpose after all. And my tits look really good.
I focus back on Matt and notice his cheeks are tinged pink. “Want to get in the shower?” I ask him.
He looks up at my face and gives a quick jerk of a nod.
I unhook my bra behind my back and let the straps fall down my arms, grabbing it and tossing it to the floor.
Matt’s Adam’s apple bobs as his eyes drop back to my chest. I quickly unbutton my jeans and yank them and my black lace thong down my legs before I can chicken out.
I am going to have hot shower sex, dammit!
Righting myself, I find Matt still staring at me. I clear my throat and refrain from smiling as his gaze jumps to my face. I raise an eyebrow at him.
He swallows again and then unzips his pants and mimics my moves, pushing them to the floor before grabbing my hand. No striptease for me, I guess. He pulls me toward the shower and steps in, tugging me after him.
As soon as we’re inside, he turns us around and pushes me through the hot water up against the shower wall. Before I have time to yelp over the bite of the cold tile, he slams his mouth to mine, delving his tongue inside to devour me.
I pull away to gasp for breath and Matt trails his mouth down my neck to the hollow of my throat.
He starts moving down farther as my chest heaves, but pauses and pulls away, studying something near the top of my chest. His eyes flick to mine for a second before he bends and plants a chaste kiss to the jagged scar over my collarbone.
I don’t have time to process the intimate gesture before he gently bites and tugs on my nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure down my core. He licks over the bite and sucks the now taut peak into his mouth.
“Oh fuck,” I moan.
He releases it with a pop and uses his pointer finger to trace a tight circle around my nipple on the other side. “Perfect fucking tits,” he says almost absentmindedly as he continues to torture me with that finger.
“Matt.”
He pauses his ministrations and jerks his head up.
“Quit teasing me,” I breathe out at him.
A full smile stretches across his face. Wow. He leans in and pecks my lips before dropping to his knees. I look down at him and then quickly back up, covering my eyes with my palms.
Large hands resting on my upper thighs, Matt laughs. “What’s wrong?”