Chapter 6
Chapter Six
MATT
Y ou.
The word shakes me. But it’s more than that. It’s the low tone in which she says it. It’s sure, unafraid, like she’s inviting me to follow whatever reckless thought is popping into my mind. No hesitation, no second-guessing. Just pure want.
I swallow, my throat like sandpaper.
Okay, deep breath.
I could do this. One night, before my parents leave. Before I’m left to take care of Daphne for a full month. One night of careless, meaningless fun with a beautiful stranger.
People do this kind of thing all the time.
Why would I say no? I could use a good fuck, to be honest. I can’t even remember the last time I felt a woman’s touch.
The thought of it makes my body pull tight.
Over the past couple of years, I’ve been consumed by growing my business.
I haven’t really found the time to care about anything else. Or anyone else.
There’s a stunning woman standing in front of me, wearing nothing but a ridiculously tiny towel, who says she wants me.
And the truth is… I need a little distraction. To release some of the tension that’s been building, to take my mind off my problems… so, why not?
One night. That’s all.
She studies me, waiting, the weight of her gaze palpable.
Hoping she’s only interested in a night of filthy fun too, I move closer.
She retreats a step, giving me the space to come in.
Slowly, I close the door behind me, only glancing away for an instant.
But when I zero in on her again, her breath hitches.
Her eyes flick to my lips, then back up to mine, daring me, tempting me to take what I want.
Fuck it.
I reach out, grazing the side of her neck. It’s the barest of touches, but it’s enough to elicit a soft sound from her.
God, she’s stunning.
“I’m not looking for anything serious,” I tell her.
She doesn’t move away. No, she leans into me, and the fabric of the towel rubs against my shirt.
“Me neither,” she says, breathless. “I could never see you again, and I’d be perfectly fine with that. I don’t even like you.”
A low chuckle escapes me. “Good, good. The feeling’s mutual.” With a hand on her waist, I pin her to me. “Just a one-time thing, then.”
Zoey nods and slips her fingers to the back of my neck. “I should warn you, though. It’s been a while for me. I don’t…” She bites her lip, her attention darting away. “I’m not sure if I’m any good at… this. My ex and I didn’t have a lot of… chemistry.”
I press my thumb to her bottom lip, gently brushing over the light marks left by her teeth. “I’d say you’re handling yourself pretty well so far,” I whisper.
A hint of relief flashes on her face. “Are you gonna kiss me now?”
Grinning, I lean in.
The kiss is sloppy. Messy. Nothing about it is tender or sweet, but it makes me hungry for more. Her mouth moves easily over mine, her hands clinging to the back of my neck as my tongue slides in, tasting her better.
“Hang tight,” I say against her lips.
She obeys, literally grasping the hair at my nape.
Groaning, stars dancing in my vision, I take her ass in my grip and lift her. Her towel rides up as she loops her legs around my waist.
Fuck. If I weren’t already fucking hard, the warmth of her bare pussy filtering through the fabric of my jeans would do the trick.
Zoey shifts gently, rubbing against the rough material, and lets out a tiny sound, but loud enough to send my balls into a tizzy.
“Fuck.”
I back us up, then spin, wedging her between my body and the wall. My hand travels down the column of her neck and stops at the edge of her towel. “Can I take this off?”
She nods, the movement jerky. “Please.”
The towel falls to the floor, dragging the rest of my restraint with it. Her hesitation evaporates too. Fingers fumbling, she gets to work with my shirt, her movements frenzied, and a second later, it joins the discarded towel.
Her chest heaves as she stares up at me, her hard nipples brushing against my skin.
“Let me touch you,” I rasp.
She wiggles to give me better access, and that’s all the answer I need. Loosening my hold on her, I slide her down the length of my body.
“Just for a moment,” I murmur against the shell of her ear, “but then I want you back up there.”
With my gaze steady on her face, I lick two fingers. And I don’t look away as I ease one into her and sweep the other over her clit.
Instantly, her pupils blow wide, and she drops her head back against the wall.
“So smooth,” I breathe against her lips.
Moaning, she pulls me down, kissing me with the same intensity as earlier.
I kiss her back, pumping into her with that one finger, relishing the way it drips with her arousal.
When I feel her ready for more, I add another digit and pick up the pace.
Again and again, I repeat the motion until her breathy little noises float around us, punctuated by the sound of my fingers dipping into her wetness.
Soon enough, her legs start to shake, and a breath later, my hand is soaked, her release gushing down my arm and onto the floor.
“Oh my god,” she pants, her knees buckling. Instinctively, I wrap a hand around her waist and steady her to keep her from collapsing.
“Did I just… squirt ?” she blurts, eyes wide, cheeks flushed.
I slide my fingers out of her tight channel, fighting the urge to lick them clean. “Yeah, you did.”
Fuck, I’d forgotten how much I like sex. Watching someone come apart under my touch while I hold their pleasure in my hands is one of my favorite kinks. To get them off or edge them until they beg for release. Shit, how long has it been since I had this much fun?
“Do you have a condom?” she asks, planting her palm on my chest.
I shudder. Fuck, fuck, fuck. It’s been way too long.
Get a grip .
“Yes.” I swipe my shirt from the floor and wipe my hands with it, then fetch my wallet. “Wanna help me with it?”
She nods, takes the wallet from me, and retrieves the condom.
Her eyes dart between mine, then drift to my waistband. “Do you want to…”
Brow quirked, I smirk. “Oh no, please. Go ahead.”
Her blush darkens, but she gets to work unzipping my jeans. I keep my focus on her face, the curve of her cheek, the way her mouth parts, anywhere but lower. If I’m not careful, I’ll come before I’m buried inside her.
In seconds, the cool air of the cabin hits me, and I suck in a breath at the thought of what’s next.
She takes me out and wraps her fingers around me, and by the way her eyes widen, I think she likes what she sees. I grit my teeth, all the blood that hasn’t already pooled in my cock rushing to where she touches me.
“Is this okay? Or is it too tight? I mean, my pressure. The way I hold… it.” She lets out a hushed groan, her next words trailing off. Finally, she looks up, though her gaze lingers somewhere near my Adam’s apple. “I’m sorry. I’m not used to this. My ex—”
I lift her chin with my index finger and exhale sharply. “Forget about your ex tonight, beautiful. You’re doing so well. Trust me.”
Her lips part and a soft oh comes out.
Ah, I hit the right target, I see. Praise it is.
I jerk my chin at the condom. “Slide it on me.”
With a nod, she ducks her head again and gets to work.
When she’s done, I dip in for a quick kiss. “Keep your arms tight around my neck, okay?”
“Why?” she asks, even as she does what I told her to.
“Because I want both of us to experience as much pleasure as possible.”
Bending, I lift her again. With her back pressed to the wall, I slide my forearms under her knees, tilting her to me.
“Perfect,” I whisper, gazing down at her pussy on full display.
I rub myself against her, coating the condom in her wetness, and she squirms, guiding me to exactly where she wants me.
I give her what she asks for. I notch my length at her entrance, then push inside her, inch by inch, letting her adjust to me, giving myself time to breathe as I sink into her tight heat.
“God, you feel so good,” I say as I pick up the pace.
“Yes, just like that.” She lets go of my neck and clutches my biceps instead, her nails digging into my skin.
The sudden sting sends a bolt of need straight to my balls.
Jaw clenched tight, I zero in on where my cock moves in and out of her, relishing the way it disappears with each drive of my hips.
Tension starts to coil at the base of my spine, but I inhale sharply and will it to stay put. Not yet. I can’t come already.
I thrust deeper, using my grasp on her ass to slide her over me, tilting myself until her breathing hitches, telling me I’ve hit the right spot.
“Are you close?” she pants hard against my neck.
“ Yeah ,” I gasp, my vision going hazy. “You?”
“Almost.”
Heat curls low and tight, threatening to snap. I grit my teeth, teetering on the edge. Not yet. Not until she falls apart first. So I bring my thumb to her clit and draw small circles until it swells and her legs shake.
“That’s it, Zoey. You’re taking me so well. So pretty like that.”
Her breath hitches again, and her pussy grips me harder, spasming rhythmically, leaving me no choice but to tumble over the edge with her. My release takes me by storm, fast and powerful, roaring through every nerve in my body until it spills into the condom.
“Shit, that was good.” My forehead falls gently to hers, my chest lifting hard. “You okay?”
Her mouth stretches upward. “Yeah, I’m great.” She flicks back a few strands of hair that cling to my face. “Amazing, actually.”
With a grin, I flex my fingers into her flesh. “Don’t move.”
I crouch, and when her feet touch the ground and I’m sure she’s steady, I release her, then slide the condom off. “Here.” I snag the towel from the floor and hold it out to her.
“Thanks.” She takes it and quickly wraps it around her body. “So, um… do you… do you want a drink or something?”
I check the time. “I hate to be that guy, but I actually need to get going. I’m sorry.”
“No, no. It’s okay. Don’t worry,” she says, dismissing it with a slight wave, her expression unbothered. “I was being polite. I don’t even like you, remember?”
Her lips quirk up an inch and so do mine. “Feeling’s mutual, in case you forgot.”
Truth is, I would have loved to spend the rest of the evening here.
Sip a few drinks and maybe go for round two.
Get a peek of what’s beneath that bougie exterior.
But we agreed to just once, and I’m more than fine with that.
Sure, she was a great fuck, but that doesn’t mean I should hang out and get to know her, especially when she’s passing through.
I’m not going to have a minute to myself for the next month anyway. It’s better this way.
I slip my shirt back on and button my jeans. “For what it’s worth, your ex is a clueless dipshit. Respectfully.”
Zoey laughs, light and soft. “You don’t have to be respectful. God knows he wasn’t.”
The vague response piques my curiosity, but I fight the urge to quench it.
Just a casual one-time thing, Matt.
I rough a hand through my tangled hair and dip my chin. “I’d better go, then.”
“Yeah, of course.” She stands there, wrapped in nothing but that towel, her body so damn tempting, so inviting.
I take a step and lean forward, dropping a soft kiss on her cheek. “Thank you for tonight,” I whisper. “It’s been a long time since I had this much fun.”
When I straighten, the pink hue that stains her chest from exertion has darkened and crept up her neck. “M-me too.”
At the door, I glance back at her one last time. “Welcome to Pine Falls, Zoey.”