Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
MATT
My back hasn’t even touched the couch when Ellie scrambles out of her position and straddles my lap. I fail to stifle my groan this time as she rocks this way and that, getting settled right on top of my now aching cock. I instinctively grab her hips to still the movement.
Ellie looks down and squirms despite my grip on her. “I love your quads,” she muses.
“My quads?” I laugh.
“Mhm,” she hums as she looks back at me, her gaze above mine in this position.
“Did you know your muscles here”—she rocks against my thighs again and looks down at them—“actually contain more mass than any other muscle group in your body? And the name is a misnomer now because they discovered it’s actually five muscles, not four.
You must use yours a lot. Obviously.” She looks up and blushes, clearing her throat. “Can I kiss you now?”
So fucking cute.
I smile at her explanation and nod, eager for her lips on mine. We do get a lot of anatomy and physiology information from our trainers, but I’d let Ellie talk about it for hours just to listen to her voice.
“Whenever you want,” I tell her. And I mean it.
Ellie’s soft lips capture mine and I do my best to let her have control.
She’s slightly tentative and extremely sweet and I force my hands to maintain their relatively relaxed position instead of squeezing her the way they want to.
Her tongue dips into my mouth, and the taste of vanilla ice cream and her breaks the control I had over myself.
I grip her hips and pull them forward, my loose sweatpants hardly dulling the sensation of Ellie’s core moving over me.
I take over and move my hands from her hips to her waist, finally touching her bare skin. A shudder passes through me at the goose bumps my fingers run over. I break our mouths apart to pull her shirt over her head and then sit back to the most perfect sight in the world.
Ellie’s wearing a thin black cotton bra that cuts straight across her chest with tiny straps over her shoulders.
Despite the enticing swell of her cleavage visible above the bra, my eyes catch on the large scar cutting across her collarbone and stay there.
I remember seeing it last time and thinking it must have been a gnarly accident to leave such a prominent mark. I wonder—
“Matt.”
My head jerks up at her voice.
“I know it’s kind of…hard to ignore, but can we not do the whole sad scar thing right now? I can tell you about it some other time.”
I school my expression in an attempt not to ruin the moment. And even though I know I won’t like the story, I get a small thrill from her promise to share something important with me.
“Sorry,” I say with a nod and kiss her softly, dipping my tongue inside to tangle with hers.
I reluctantly pull back and then focus on her chest again.
I exhale heavily as I study her taut nipples, visible through her thin bra.
Following the curve of her breasts outlined by the dark fabric, I’m drawn to the few freckles I can see dotting her cleavage right above.
I lean forward and run my nose along the small specks, skimming the soft skin there and inhaling Ellie’s natural scent.
Fuck, she smells good. I pull back slightly to see her already pebbled nipples even more pronounced through the fabric.
I capture one in my mouth, pulling it with my teeth.
Ellie inhales sharply and arches her back to give me better access.
I run one hand up her spine until I slide under her claspless bra, pulling her toward me.
When her chest gets closer to my face, I suck her nipple into my mouth and slide my other hand up under the front of her bra to tease the other.
Perfect fucking tits.
I pop my mouth off the wet material and use my teeth to tug her bra up, exposing both nipples to the cooler air.
They’re dusty pink and perfectly taut, making my mouth water and my dick throb where it’s trapped beneath her.
With her bra out of the way, I lean back and drag her to me to capture more of her in my mouth.
I want to play with her tits all day. I pinch and pluck her other nipple and then switch sides.
Ellie’s chest is heaving under my thorough attention and it’s making my cock painfully stiff.
I pull my mouth off the other side and lean back, bringing both hands forward.
I squeeze each nipple between my forefinger and thumb and look up at Ellie’s face.
Her hooded eyes are out of focus on me, mouth slightly parted on heavy pants.
I take a mental snapshot.
“I love these,” I tell her, my voice sounding deeper than normal. I pluck and release her nipples, unable to stop myself from repeating the action a few times. “I’d like to fuck them one day.”
She nods and pushes her chest into my hands. “Okay.” It comes out breathy and sends a jolt straight down my cock, which automatically flexes against her. Ellie rocks forward onto me and I think I might come in my pants like a high schooler if I don’t get inside her soon.
“Off off off,” Ellie breathes.
I freeze what I’m doing for a moment until I realize she’s moving her hips and using her hands to try and push her leggings down. Don’t have to ask me twice.
I lift her off my lap and stand her in front of me, whipping my own shirt off first and then hooking my fingers in her leggings and underwear to drag them down. I come back up to an unhindered view of her pretty pussy. God bless a low-sitting couch.
I lean down and lick up her center until I get to her clit.
Running my tongue in circles around it, I hear Ellie’s breath catch and decide to suck it into my mouth.
My hand is sliding up the back of her leg for leverage when I reach wetness up high on her inner thigh.
She’s fucking dripping. I groan at that and maneuver my hand under her ass so I can dip my finger into her from behind.
I add another finger and Ellie moans loudly at that, making me nearly drag her straight onto my cock before I realize I’m still wearing pants. I sit back and admire the sight of her soaked cunt. Mine.
“Condom?” Ellie asks me on a pant.
Shit. Condoms were so far from my mind I would’ve dragged her onto me without a second thought. I don’t think that’s ever happened before.
I’m still staring between Ellie’s legs when she removes her bra, bunched up high on her chest, and turns to go to the bathroom. I swallow at the sight of her naked form walking away from me and palm my cock through my pants. I need to get a grip or I won’t last long.
She comes back holding a foil packet and drops it on the couch next to me.
I did bring condoms, but I didn’t remember them in time to save her the trip.
I lift my hips from the couch to slide my sweats and briefs off, pulling them down until I can kick them off my feet.
Ellie straddles my legs again and leans forward to kiss me.
I grunt at the contact and blindly feel around for the condom she dropped beside us.
I find it and rip it open, desperate to get inside her.
Ellie breaks off at the sound of the wrapper tearing and watches with those heavy eyes as I roll it over my painfully rigid cock.
I grip the base once I have it on and let her move toward me to line herself up.
Before she can raise herself above me, I use my hold to drag the tip from her clit down through her wetness until I feel myself in the right spot to get inside her.
Fuck. Memories from last week come back and I can hardly resist slamming up into her.
I look to her face and watch her lick her lips as I feel her raise her hips to adjust the angle. It feels like my heart skips a beat as she sinks down, one inch at a time.
Ohmotherfuck.
Ellie bites her lip and the sight almost keeps me from watching my cock sink inside her. I can’t fight my instincts though, and look down just in time to see myself disappear as she fully seats herself.
“Oh god,” Ellie moans. She’s squeezing my cock like a fucking vise and I think I might black out. Nothing should feel this good.
Ellie flexes her inner muscles like last time and I groan, fighting to make sure I can last long enough to get her off first.
I lean in and lick a path up her tit, sucking on the tight bud there as Ellie starts to move.
She rocks forward, lifting up a bit before sinking back down.
As she arches her chest farther into my face, hands moving to rest behind her against my thighs, she angles herself backward and repeats the same motion.
“Oh,” she breathes out.
I pull back and release her nipple, letting it pop out of my mouth.
Ellie moans again, making it clear this is working for her.
I grab her hips and take charge, moving her up and down at a constant, torturous pace.
As her muscles tighten around me, I try to think of anything else so I don’t blow this—pun fully intended.
“Please. Don’t. Stop,” Ellie says between each thrust.
I don’t think I could even if I wanted to.
Her lightly bouncing tits in front of me are straight out of a porn scene and I think if I don’t come soon I might actually die. I lean in and carefully use my teeth to latch onto one of her nipples, tugging it toward myself. I add pressure to my bite as I pick up the pace of my thrusts.
“Matt,” she moans, dragging my name out as she drops her head back.
I feel her flutter and then pulse around me, muscles squeezing my cock harder than I remember from the last time.
As her orgasm takes over, I release her nipple and bury my face between her tits as I feel my own rip through me.
I hold her hips down as I come, wanting to stay like this for the rest of my life.
“Fuck, Ellie,” I say between pants, letting the last of the pulsing pleasure run its course.
I lean back against the couch to get more air and feel Ellie slump forward. Wrapping my arms around her back, I soak in the divine pleasure that is holding a satisfied, naked Ellie. Our heavy breathing is all I can hear.
“See?” Her voice is muffled from where her head rests against my neck and shoulder.
“See what?” I ask her, still working to catch my breath.
“The sex is really good,” she says.
I’d normally chuckle at that, but there’s something so real about it that I find myself transfixed at the thought. The sex is really good. Like the best I’ve ever had good. I’m fucking thirty-six and I didn’t know it could get better still.
I feel Ellie swallow. “Well, for me anyway,” she says quietly.
It takes me far too long to realize I never replied to her previous comment.
“Hey,” I tell her, tugging her off me enough so I can look at her. She responds and sits up, her pretty, flushed face making my heart give a heavy thump. “It’s literally the best sex I’ve ever had,” I tell her. “I was just thinking about that instead of telling you, like a dumbass.”
Ellie smiles at my declaration and leans in to kiss me.
I pull her into me with my hand in her hair and do my best not to get carried away.
I need to dispose of this condom before we run into anything risky.
I gently pull her head back and peck her lips once more before gripping the base of the condom on my cock and letting Ellie lift herself off me.
I grab my sweatpants from the floor and head to the bathroom.
Despite my earlier musings, I tie the condom off and drop it in her trash again, feeling distinctly unworried about her pulling anything crazy. I grab a towel before heading back.
She’s by the couch putting her shirt back on without her bra.
I admire the view until she sees me standing there, staring at the perfection that is post-sex Ellie.
Her hair is mussed and her pink cheeks highlight the sprinkling of freckles I love so much.
Her bright caramel eyes are looking at me fondly.
How did I find her? I guess she kind of found me.
“That for me?” She points to the towel I had forgotten about in my hand.
I nod and walk the rest of the way over to her, dropping to my knees and using it to clean her up.
I stand and bring it back to the bathroom where I saw an empty hamper before.
I smile as I pass Ellie’s bedroom door that’s cracked.
The room has clothes littering the floor. It looks like it was ransacked.
Ellie is definitely not a neat freak. And she didn’t clean for me.
The signs have been obvious, but it’s really hitting me now that Ellie doesn’t care about impressing me. It slightly contrasts her shyness that peeks out sometimes, but ultimately fits with her confidence in herself I’ve picked up on. Ellie likes who she is. That makes two of us.
When I get back to the living room, she’s sitting on her hands, looking at me.
“You said you have a game tomorrow?” Her nose scrunches at the question.
I nod and tell her the game time. It’s an evening game, as most weekday ones are, but between the team meeting and everything else I do on game days I don’t actually have much free time.
I know Ellie has the day off, so the schedule is definitely not ideal for trying to see her. Unless I can come over afterward…
I try not to get ahead of myself. Two nights in a row might be pushing my luck.
“So you have to be up early for your meeting thing?” Ellie’s face remains neutral, but I think I pick up some disappointment in her voice. I glance at my backpack by the door and decide to take a shot.
“Unfortunately, yes, but I brought my bag to stay over if you don’t mind my alarm going off at eight. It’s not too loud,” I tell her. I wasn’t going to invite myself to stay over originally, but she did mention that I was a good pillow earlier.
Ellie perks up. “Oh, I don’t mind, I’m just gonna—” She points toward her room as she stands and darts that way.
“I already saw all your clothes,” I call out.
She pauses at her bedroom door and turns back to me.
“I don’t want you to clean for me,” I say, raising an eyebrow at her and smiling.
She stares at me for a minute, then finally lets out a harrumph and goes to the bathroom instead.
I hear the sink turn on and go to grab my own toothbrush from my bag.
When I get to the half-open door, I can see Ellie bent over the counter, bare ass peeking out under her T-shirt.
I feel my cock thicken at the sight and tell myself to calm the fuck down. At least until we get in bed.
Yeah, I could definitely get used to sleepovers at Ellie’s.