Chapter 13

CHAPTER 13

Sienna

" D o you know what you want to eat, babe?"

The way he says that makes me feel all giddy inside. I look up from my menu and the blush burns in my cheeks from the way he's gazing at me. It's almost unnerving. Him watching me so intensely. Looking at me like I truly matter to him. Like he actually cares. It's something I'm not sure I've ever felt before. To be wanted just as I am. I didn't even put on any makeup tonight, and he told me I looked stunning. He met me after my last class, so I didn't even get to change. Yet, even in my sweatshirt and jeans, he's still looking at me like I'm sexy.

He suddenly shifts, leaning across the table, making it harder to breathe. I want him to kiss me. His lips…his tongue… They have a way of making it all disappear. Last night, the pain had finally pulled me into its riptide, and I was drowning in it. But Matt brought me to safety and made me feel whole again. And when he kissed me, it all vanished. The rejection, the regret—they didn't feel as heavy.

"I'm still deciding," I finally form an answer to his question, my voice coming out breathless. He's so gorgeous it's hard to think of what I want to order.

"Do you want to know what I'm hungry for?" His eyes drop to my mouth and his tongue slips out, slowly wetting his lips. My body tingles as the hunger inside builds. "I'm starving for a taste of your lips."

I shift closer, staring at his mouth, desperate for him to take what he wants. "Then kiss me, Matt."

He crashes forward, his hand gripping the back of my neck, and then he feeds from me. And again, the world fades as his mouth consumes my every thought. His tongue takes everything, eagerly driving in and hungrily feasting. The intensity rolling through him is making me squirm in my seat. His low grunts have me wishing we were alone in his truck with his fingers between my legs, fucking me so perfectly.

I can count on one hand the number of times a guy has given me an orgasm, and even then, it didn't come close to the way Matt made me feel. The way he watched me last night still gives me goosebumps. There was a darkness in his eyes. A lust burning so hot as he stared between my legs; it drove me right to the edge. I've never felt so desired in my life. And I want to feel it again.

I'm not even hungry for food. I want to get the check and be alone with him. Find a dark corner where I can get down on my knees, wrap my lips around his shaft and suck him down the back of my throat. I'm starving for a taste of him. That's the only thing I'm craving. I want to feel what it's like as his orgasm crashes in. I want to choke on the intensity as he shatters in pleasure. But I don't even know if he'll let me do it. If he's saving himself for marriage, he might not be okay with oral sex.

My lips break the seal of our kiss, and I pull back as my question burns for an answer. "Will you let me suck on it, Matt? Or is that something you're saving for marriage?" The desperation is clinging to my words. I want him so much I don't even care about dinner.

His eyes open, growing darker at my question.

"I think it's time to leave."

I shift back at his stern comment, and the insecurities start creeping back in. He takes out his wallet, and I know I've crossed a line. I've never dated a virgin before, and after last night, I thought he was open to things.

"I'm sorry. Please just forget I said that." I quickly scramble for words, my panic setting in. "I'm just really attracted to you. But I'm sorry if I'm not respecting your boundaries. Please don't end our date. I'm going to have a salad. What are you eating?"

He throws a twenty on the table to cover our drinks, and then stands, reaching for my hand. My nerves are in my throat, nearly choking me to death. I don't know what else to say. I don't know how to fix this.

As soon as we're outside, he's pulling me toward his truck, walking so fast I nearly trip. I look at the stiffness in his shoulders, the ticking of his jaw, and I'm practically in tears. I jerk out of his hold, not wanting to get in the car. I don't want to have to sit in his truck, knowing that things are over between us. I'm already falling for him.

My feet take off in a near sprint toward campus, cutting across the park that leads to the library. It's so dark out, at least no one's here to see. The cold air is hard to choke down. The tears are blurring my vision. And the pain is trying to take me to my knees.

"Sienna, stop! Wait. Please."

His voice pushes me faster. I run around a giant tree trunk and collide with Matt's strong body. His arms catch me, keeping me from falling. But they don't keep me from falling apart.

"I'm so sorry, Sie." He wraps me in his arms, looking down with what looks like fear in his eyes. "I didn't mean to scare you, babe. I'm trying to get a grip on my feelings. But everything about you has me on edge. I want you so fucking bad I'm nearly blinded by my need. Then you asked your question, and my restraint snapped. I'm sorry if I scared you; I've never felt this intensely before. It takes control and then it feels like I'm not myself. But I would never hurt you."

I don't understand. I thought it was me. I thought I was the problem. "So, I didn't make you uncomfortable?"

He grips my cheeks within his hands, his touch so gentle, which isn't syncing to the look in his eyes. They're still burning so dark. "You definitely made me uncomfortable, babe." He shifts us back, pressing me up against the tree trunk. "My dick is so desperate for your attention, I'm losing my mind." I can feel how much he wants me pressing into my hip.

"Oh." And now my lungs are struggling for that cold air again. "I thought you were annoyed that I'd asked. I just don't know what you're okay with when it comes to sex." It's not just about him being a virgin, it's also about him being religious, and I want to make sure he knows that I respect his choice.

"Let me tell you something, baby. You being turned on and wanting to give my cock some attention is not going to push me away. Words won't push me away. If I'm not cool with something, I'll just tell you, but I'm not going to break up with you. The one thing that matters most to me is what's in here." His hand presses against my heart, and it pumps harder under his touch. "And I know you're a good person, Sie. I see you, baby. And everything I see, I want. So, please, don't run from me. Seeing the pain in your eyes and knowing I caused it nearly destroyed me."

And now the tears are blurring my eyes for another reason. I'm not just falling in love with him. I am in love with him.

"And as far as my boundaries are concerned…" His hips thrust against me, slow and steady, building the need within. "The only thing off the table is intercourse. Everything else"—he looks down at my mouth—"I'm desperate for."

"So, it's okay then?" I reach between his legs, stroking over his thick cock. "It's okay if I kiss it?"

"On your knees, Sienna."

My stomach flutters at his command. The tension is back in his jaw, and his eyes are burning darker again. It's not anger as I assumed. It's his hunger driving him mad. I slide down to my knees, ready to feed his need and give him the release his body is desperate for.

His hands work to unfasten his pants. His eyes staring me down. God, he looks so sexy underneath the night sky. The light of the moon highlighting all his handsome features. The line of his nose, the curve of his lips, the scruff that's shadowing his jaw. He really is the most gorgeous guy I've ever known. I wish I hadn't overlooked him back in high school, because he truly is amazing. And he makes me feel…wanted.

He reaches inside his pants and my attention shifts down, waiting eagerly to see what he has for me. When he pulls himself free, a moan slips from my throat. I lick my lips at the sight of his long, thick girth. His dick is so sexy—and big. It's intimidating in the most delicious way.

"It looks like you're hungry, baby."

I nod as my mouth waters for a taste.

"Time to open up, pretty girl." His thick head presses against my lips, and they part on a moan for him, ready to take all that he has to offer. A drip of his cum hits my tongue, and it sets off a cosmic reaction between my legs, making me soak myself. He tastes like a man. Dominant and strong. I draw him deeper, needing more. Wanting to feast on his desire and feel him shatter on my tongue.

"That's it, baby. Loosen up those muscles and take me deep." My eyes flutter open and I see him braced against the tree with one hand, the other gripped in my hair, pulling me off and pushing me forward. "I'm not ready to go over, but your little tongue is making it impossible to hold off." His hold on my hair tightens, and the bite of pain fuels me with excitement. I want him to lose control. I want him to give into the madness and wreck me.

I reach out, taking his balls in my hand and work them over as I suction harder. Bobbing up and down. Licking around the top of his crown and then diving back down until he reaches the back of my throat. My need is building. My pussy is starving. And my toes are curling. I shove my hand down my pants and begin to rub myself as I suck him down.

"You've got ten seconds to get that little pussy off, Sie. If you don't give me an orgasm, I'm going to take my dick away from you. Ten…nine…eight…seven…six…" The feeling is tightening, my body tensing, and when he gets to "three," I scream around his cock as the current plows through me. My pussy constricts as the shocks roll through. And as I feel myself begin to settle, his cum shoots down my throat, hitting me with another wave of lust.

"That was incredible, Sie." His fingers run through my hair, stroking lightly as my body calms. I keep suckling on the end of his dick, pacifying myself as the heat cools. "I don't think I've ever felt anything so perfect." His praise feels so good. I never feel like I do anything right, but this I know I did well. And by the look on his face, I think I did really well. No one's ever looked at me as if I'm special, but that's exactly how he's making me feel.