4. Matt

4

MATT

“Where’s your car parked?” I ask her.

She points to the side lot, and we start to walk that way. The farther we get from the bar, the tenser she gets. A fear like nothing I’ve ever felt starts to come over me. I’ve faced three hundred and fifty pound linemen that would have liked nothing more than to put me flat on my back, but nothing compares to the fear of April changing her mind and walking away from me.

“Are you okay?” I ask her as she stops next to a red VW convertible bug.

She shrugs. “Yeah, it’s just...”

I put my finger under her chin and lift so she’s looking at me. “What is it?”

She blinks her big green eyes at me. “I just...” She takes a deep breath and blows it out. “I just don’t want you to think I do this all the time. I’ve never met someone and just... well, you know. I guess I don’t want you to think badly of me.”

“I don’t. And me either. I’ve never met a woman at a bar and gone home with her. So this is new for both of us... but I don’t want this night to be over. Not yet.”

For that, she smiles, and I swear it lights up the whole damn parking lot. “Me either.”

I force my breathing to calm and then pull my phone from my pocket. “What’s your phone number?”

She recites it, and I punch the numbers into my phone and save her in my contacts. As I open her car door, I start to talk. “I know Whiskey Run is around thirty minutes away, and that’s a long time to think. You can change your mind about what happens when we get there, but I don’t want you changing your mind about spending time with me, okay?”

“Okay,” she answers and looks at me with relief.

I help her into the car, steal a quick kiss, and then call her phone. She laughs when it rings, but at least she plays along. “Hello?”

I shut her door and take a step back. “Put me on speaker.”

She does what I ask and then lays her phone in the cup holder. “I’m going to talk to you the whole way home.”

Her face lights up. “Okay.”

I turn to go and walk across the parking lot to my truck, talking to her the whole way. I get in, turn the ignition, and connect my phone to the speakers. “Are you there?” I ask her as I set my phone down.

“Yeah, I’m here.” I can hear the smile on her face. She stops next to me, waves, and then drives on. I pull out quickly, not wanting to let her out of my sight.

“So tell me about you.”

“What do you want to know?”

I follow closely behind her. “Anything.... everything.”

Her soft laugh sounds as if it’s fluttering through the speakers. “Okay, we’ll start easy. Favorite color?”

“Pink. What’s your favorite color?”

If she’d asked me earlier, I’d have said blue, but now it’s green. “Green. And not green like the grass, green like your eyes, the color of emeralds.”

She gasps and starts to laugh again. “You’re smooth. I’ll give you that.”

I shake my head even though she can’t see it. “I’m not, though. Ask anyone. I have no game... I’m definitely not a player.”

She whistles softly. “I don’t know, you have something going for you. I mean, I did ask you to come over.”

I shift in my seat, trying to let some pressure off my cock expanding in my jeans. I clear my throat, but my voice still sounds husky. “What else? What’s your favorite food? Do you like to read or watch TV? What do you do in your spare time?”

She laughs, and for the next twenty minutes, we go back and forth and get to know one another. We discover that we have a lot in common. She loves to cook, and I love to eat. And we both enjoy watching anything that is funny.

When we get to the sign letting us know we’ve reached Whiskey Run, I lean forward in my seat. We’re close, and it’s like my body realizes it. The whole way, listening to her talk, I’ve had a tremble in my hand. A need to touch her, and it won’t be much longer. “Okay, we’re in the infamous town of Whiskey Run. Tell me about it.”

She starts pointing out different landmarks, and I quickly realize we’re driving through downtown. “Right up here on the left is Red’s Diner.”

I look to the left and see the sign. “So we’re close to the bakery?”

“Yep, it’s on the right. See? Right there. Sugar Glaze.”

“I see it,” I tell her as I look at the big sign with the pink cupcake and flashing neon sign. We drive a few more blocks, and she points out a bar, a tattoo shop, the library, and an auto repair shop.

We get just a few blocks, and she puts on her signal. “This is me.”

I follow behind her and watch as she pulls into a little yellow house with a big porch. She stops her car, and I park my truck right behind her.

She’s fidgeting on the sidewalk when I get next to her. “Hey.”

She smiles and looks at me under her long lashes. “Hey. Come on in.”

I walk behind her, watching her hips sway back and forth. I put my hands in the front pockets of my jeans to resist reaching for her. She has the door unlocked, and we’re inside before she takes a deep breath and looks at me. “Gah, I’m nervous. I didn’t think I’d be this nervous.”

“Don’t be nervous. Just relax.”

She nods. “Okay, do you want to sit down?”

I follow her into the living room, taking in all the photos on the wall. She sits down, so I sit next to her and immediately she pops up. “Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?”

Without thinking, I stand next to her and put my hands on her hips. “Are you on the menu?”

She turns in my arms and stares up at me. It may possibly kill me if she changes her mind, but I don’t want to fuck this up. She wants to wait, I’ll wait. It doesn’t matter now. I can sit on this couch the rest of the night with her in my arms. I may be uncomfortable and have blue balls by morning, but I’ll do it.

She’s watching me closely, and I lean in and kiss her on her forehead. She presses into me, and I try to ignore the way my body reacts to having her this close. But she doesn’t. I know she feels it by the way her hips press against mine. I go to move my hips back. “Sorry. I want you, April.”

Her hands go to my hips to hold me still. “You do, don’t you?”

I laugh huskily. “Yeah, honey. There’s no hiding it.”

She presses her lips to my chest. The thin material of my T-shirt is between us, and I don’t want that. I don’t want anything between us.

I cup her face and tilt it up. She licks her lower lip, and I don’t even try to resist. I press my mouth to hers, and it’s an immediate frenzy. It’s as if I’ve pounced on her because before I realize it. I’ve walked her backwards until her back is pressed against the wall and I’m fitted against her head to toe. She grunts when her back hits the wall, and I try to pull away to ask if her if she’s okay, but she doesn’t let me.

Her hands are everywhere. Spanning my shoulders, down my chest, around my waist and then her nails are digging into my back, up and down until I’m groaning against her.

I nudge her head to the side and trail kisses along her neck and down the V of her T-shirt. She’s breathing heavily, and I pull at the hem of her shirt. She raises her arms, and I pull the cloth off her body quickly. Her nipples are hard and pressed against her bra. I fit my mouth over top of the material, and she whimpers. It’s not enough.

She must feel the same because she reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra, letting it fall down her shoulders and to the floor. I moan, seeing this part of her. She’s beautiful and perfect. I cup her, flicking my thumb along her nipple and then putting my mouth on her again. With each suckle, she raises higher on her toes, making little pleasure noises.

I lift away just enough to ask, “Where’s your bed?”

She doesn’t mutter a word. She grabs my hand, and I follow her down the hall and into her bedroom. She turns on the light, which I find hot as fuck. I thought I’d have to convince her to leave a light on because I want to see her. Every fuckin’ inch.

She stops next to the bed, and when she turns, I want to lay her back and feast on her, but she has ideas of her own. She drops to her knees onto the carpeted floor. I take off my shirt, and she watches me, taking it all in. Her hands are at my waist, and she undoes my pants. I work on kicking off my shoes, and she pulls my pants and underwear down in one quick swoop.

My cock is standing straight up, begging for attention. She leans in, her eyes on mine as she sticks her tongue out and licks the drop of precum off the tip of my cock. My hips jerk, and I know in this instant that my life will never be the same. I’ve never felt anything or reacted to a woman like this... April’s special, and I can’t fuck this up.

I wrap my hand in her ponytail and tilt her head up. I push my hips back and lean down, hovering my mouth over hers. “You keep that up, and I’m going to come.”

She licks her lips. “Isn’t that the point?”

I smile at her. “Yeah, but not yet. When I come, I want to do it with the taste of you on my tongue.”

She presses her lips to mine and pops off quickly. “There you go.”

I shake my head, looking into her eyes. “No, honey. I want to taste your pussy.”

I pull her up and lay her back on the bed, undoing her pants and pulling them down in one fluid motion. I climb up the mattress, moving my wide shoulders between her legs. Her cunt is already glistening for me, as if it’s begging to be feasted on.

I don’t hesitate. I press my lips to hers in a gentle kiss and then swipe my tongue through her wet, swollen slit. Her hips raise, and I use one of my arms to hold them down. She tastes as sweet as a lollipop. One taste and I can’t stop. I latch on to her swollen clit, and she moans as I apply more pressure. Heavy then soft, heavy then soft. She tries to roll her hips, and I smile against her. She’s already so damn close.

Gently, I push a finger inside her. She’s tight, and I hook my finger, searching for the special spot that’s going to have her coming like a rocket. With my tongue on her clit and my finger massaging her G-spot, she moans and starts to writhe underneath me. I don’t stop until her whole body pulls taut, and her hips automatically start to ride against my face. I eat it all up, lapping at the fresh cream.

I’m hard as a pipe and ready to blow. I want nothing more than to enter her bare and consequences be damned, but she’s too far gone to make that kind of a decision. “You have a condom?”

A part of me hopes she says no, but she lifts her head and points at the table next to the bed. “Top drawer. I, uh, don’t normally just have them. I mean, I bought them for tonight.”

I grab the box of condoms and tear the box apart to open them. I’m ripping the package open and sliding it on my hard dick when I realize what she said. “You knew you’d be having sex tonight?”

I should delve into that question or at least wait for an answer, but I’m not thinking clearly right now. I need to come, and I need to be inside her when I do.

She leans up on her elbows. “That sounds awful, but can we talk about it later?”

I’m already lining up at her entrance, slowly moving inside her. She’s tight, and the aftermath of her orgasm made her slick, but the tiny vibrations are beating against me, and fuck, it feels good. When I’m balls deep, a groan from low in my chest comes out, and I swear I want to bang my fist on my chest like a fuckin’ caveman. I’ve never felt pussy this good.