Chapter 7 #2
I shake my head in disbelief at the situation and slight embarrassment at my reaction. I uncover my eyes and gesture vaguely to him on his knees. “This is…very hot.”
“Good.” He nips my inner thigh before tugging my calf, lifting it up and over his shoulder. I steady myself with my hands against the wall by my sides.
As soon as Matt leans in and licks slowly up my center, I wish I had something on the wall to grab on to. Holy fuck. He groans and I think I could come from that sound alone.
He continues a steady, pleasurable assault with his tongue. I move one hand to his hair, trying to hold myself up as my legs begin to shake. Matt latches onto my clit and sucks, making stars speckle my vision as my knees begin to buckle. I tug his hair, wanting more and less at the same time.
I think I might fall in this shower and I think it might be worth it.
Matt releases my clit and goes back to a leisurely glide of his tongue up and down, lapping at a combination of water from the shower and me. He removes my leg from his shoulder and carefully sets it down, not once stopping the movement of his skilled tongue.
He finally pauses and pulls back, staring directly at my pussy. He bites his lip and looks up at me. God, it’s like the best porn I’ve ever seen.
“Do you want to switch to the bed?”
I rock my head back and forth slowly from where it rests against the tiles to tell him no. I’m committed to hot shower sex, shaky legs be damned. Matt nods and stands up, his hands going to my waist.
“Stay put,” he orders.
I frown in protest and hear a chuckle as Matt turns. I close my eyes and listen as the shower curtain is pulled open and to the side. Curiosity has me snapping them back open.
He leans out and grabs something before turning back to me. “Can you wrap your legs around me?” Eyes never leaving mine, Matt puts a condom packet between his teeth and picks me up by my waist.
I wrap my legs like he asked and rest my hands on his shoulders as he presses my back into the shower wall.
He leans his head in toward mine, angling slightly so the condom packet is right in front of my parted mouth.
The packet is pushed in between my lips so I instinctively bite down to keep it from going farther.
Matt releases it and leans over to my right ear.
“Good girl,” he says before gently tugging my earlobe with his teeth. Chills break out all over my skin. He leans back and focuses on my face with barely concealed amusement. “Don’t drop it, okay?”
I nod and feel my heart thudding at the anticipation of what’s going to happen next.
Matt’s dark hair has turned inky-black in the water, the color emphasizing his Superman likeness.
I watch that hair disappear from view as he leans forward and licks a path from the hollow of my neck to the base of my ear.
He starts to suck on my sensitive skin as his grip on my thighs moves to my ass.
Those large hands knead my flesh as he leisurely makes his way to the other side of my neck.
I feel heat pooling down low as more than just water drips down my center.
“You. Taste. So. Good. Everywhere,” he groans, sucking and biting my neck, no doubt leaving marks.
I angle my head to the side, trying to give him further access and moaning at the barrage of sensation.
Matt breaks his connection to my skin and shocks me as he leans over to my mouth and rips the condom packet open with his teeth. Keeping one hand under me, he uses the other to remove the condom from the packet my teeth are still holding.
I spit the empty, now wet wrapper out onto the shower floor and watch Matt freeze. Shoot, that was probably not a sexy move.
Matt drops his head to the wall beside me and shakes with quiet laughter.
I can’t help but laugh along with him, my body physically moving from the vibration of his. “I was sick of it in my mouth!” I explain with another laugh, water dripping down my face.
Matt leans back and gives me a full, heart-stopping smile. Ugh, even his teeth are attractive. Pearly white with slightly longer canines and a chipped incisor, the imperfections making them that much more appealing.
Keeping me pressed against the shower wall with his body, Matt uses both hands to roll the condom on and then angles my hips to notch himself at my entrance.
He nips my mouth before licking into it, sucking my tongue and totally invading my senses. I squirm against him and try to sink myself down his hard length.
“Good?” he asks, his breath tangling with mine and teeth bumping into my own.
I nod my head frantically and feel him push in slowly. Oh god. I didn’t get a proper look at his dick before, but it feels way bigger than I remember a dick feeling.
Matt gently pulls at my bottom lip with his teeth, tugging harder until I feel him bottom out. He releases my lip and I drop my head back against the tiles. Oh fuck. The stretched and full feeling… Holyshitthisfeelsgood. This is definitely better than I remembered.
“Fuuuckkk.” Matt’s forehead falls to my shoulder. “I’m going to embarrass myself,” he lets out in a huff.
I test out a squeeze of my muscles and Matt curses again.
“Ellie,” he groans. “Give me a minute.”
“Mmk. Sorry,” I force out.
Matt lifts his head off my shoulder and nudges my nose with his. “C’mere,” he says against my mouth. He captures my lips with his, seeking entrance with his tongue.
I open for him and slowly…lose…my…mind. I could kiss Matt—
“What’s your last name?” I ask, pulling back.
He lets out a startled laugh and says, “Anderson,” before claiming my mouth again and beginning a slow thrust in and out.
I could do this with Matt Anderson all day. All. Freaking. Day.
I flex my inner muscles again and get a jolt of pleasure. Matt grunts into my mouth and picks up his pace, my back being pushed roughly into the wall with each thrust. I feel pleasure coiling tighter and tighter, like I’m on the brink of shattering.
Matt draws away from my mouth and presses his teeth into the spot where my neck curves into my shoulder.
“Oh, fuck,” I let out.
The unexpected bite sends me over the edge, my vision blacking out as I drop my head roughly against the wall. Waves of pleasure roll through me as my surroundings fade away. All I feel are Matt’s teeth and the ongoing ripples of ecstasy flowing through my body.
As the waves slow, I feel Matt thrust twice more before stilling and groaning into my neck where his teeth are still indenting my skin.
A few moments later he releases me from his bite and rests his head on my shoulder.
We breathe heavily in sync for a couple minutes while we both come down from the high.
Matt eases himself out and sets my feet on the floor as I realize for the first time that the water isn’t hot anymore.
Matt seems to realize at the same time and disposes of the condom, tying it off and setting it in the small trash can right outside the shower curtain.
He pauses there for a moment, staring at the spot where he dropped it.
He finally turns back and looks around the shower.
Grabbing my body wash from the ledge, he puts some in his hand and looks at me. “I’ll be fast.”
He quickly yet methodically washes my body, moving down on his knees to get my legs and in between them. When he reaches my upper legs, he pauses, taking note of the slight quivering of my muscles.
He presses a quick kiss to my inner thigh before finishing his task.
“Maybe a less vertical position next time,” I tell him.
Matt pauses and looks up at me from his kneeling position, a wicked grin on that handsome face. “Next time?”
My cheeks burn and I grab the body wash from where he left it in the corner. “Stand up so I can return the favor and not freeze to death,” I quip, ignoring the massive smile on his face and squirting some soap onto my hands.
“Yes, ma’am,” Matt says mock-seriously as he stands up.
I wash him with the efficiency of a girl who does not want to take a cold shower, only getting distracted by his semihard cock once or twice.
Maybe thrice. Wow. That is a nice dick. I didn’t really get a good look before, but now I can’t help but stare.
Remembering the stretched sensation from before is giving me flutters low in my belly.
I want to experience that again. As soon as possible.
Fudge, this water is getting cold. Maybe the universe is telling me to calm down. Fair enough.
I turn the shower off and reach outside the curtain to grab two towels from the rack.
I pass one to Matt and wrap the other around myself.
As I step out of the shower in my towel I panic when I realize I don’t know what happens next.
Will he just want to get dressed and leave? What’s the etiquette here?
This went about a million times better than I ever could have imagined and now I’m finding I’m not sure if I want this to be a one-time thing. Do I offer to watch a movie? He might have work tomorrow though and it’s already pretty late…
I don’t even realize I’m biting my lip and staring at his clothes on the floor until Matt tugs my lip free with his thumb and finger.
“What’s wrong?” Matt has the towel wrapped low around his waist.
I force my eyes away from his happy trail up to his face. Be brave. “Do you want to watch a movie? I have…” I cringe. “No food in the fridge, actually, but we could order something to eat while we watch? What time is it? Maybe it’s too late—”
Matt kisses me twice, quickly, before straightening and giving me that smile I now have memorized.
“I’d love to watch a movie. It’s probably about eleven thirty so I would guess most places are closed, but I’ll be okay because I just ate.” He gives me a wink and hastily rubs his towel over his body before setting it on the counter.
Did he just…?
He bends to pick up his pants from the floor and pulls them on without his briefs. After shaking out his shirt and sliding it over his head, he grabs the towel and rubs it over his hair. He drops another kiss on my mouth. “Did you have something in mind you wanted to watch?”
I shake my head dumbly, still clinging to my towel and overthinking next steps.
“You can pick,” I mumble absentmindedly. Couch or bed, couch or bed, couch or bed. Surely it doesn’t matter, but I can’t seem to make a decision for my life right now.
Matt smiles indulgently at me. “Okay. I’ll go look for something on the TV while you get changed?”
I sigh in relief and nod, then head to my room to grab some sweats. “Make yourself at home,” I call over my shoulder before I shut my door. I try to quiet the nerves, but the thought of spending more time with Matt sends excited butterflies to my stomach.
Kind, patient, so freaking hot. This is the definition of getting lucky.