Fighting for Love (Second Chances #4)(24)

“We’re going to dinner at Bay Ridge, and then there’s a party at Lexi’s sister’s house.” I cringed for a second wondering how he was going to take that.

“What kind of party is it?” he asked.

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve never been to one of her party’s before. If it gets out of hand, I’ll text you the address and you can come pick me up,” I promised.

Smirking, he lifted his gaze to mine. “I like the sound of that. You could always text it to me and I’ll just steal you away. I can’t imagine it’ll be too fun after you tell your friend you can’t see him anymore.”

That’s true, I thought to myself.

Sliding my sandwich over to me, Matt finished making his and peered up at me. “I know sandwiches aren’t exactly Bay Ridge, but I promise I’ll take you anywhere you want to go,” he murmured. “There’s nothing I couldn’t do for you.”

“That kind of stuff isn’t important to me, Matt, and you know that,” I countered. “I loved you when you had nothing, and I would still love you if had nothing.”

We ate in silence, and afterwards he took me for a tour of his house. He had two swimming pools, a home theater, massage room, and a torch-lit tunnel that led to a well-stocked wine cellar. Not to mention the house had five bedrooms and seven bathrooms. He saved his bedroom for last, and when he opened the door, I slowly ambled into the darkness.

My eyes had to adjust to the light when he turned it on, and when they did, my first thought was, Oh, my God. His bedroom was all in gray, white, and black; the perfect combinations for someone as charismatic and dominant as Matt. The walls were a light shade of gray, his bedspread a combination of all three colors against a modern black headboard. The curtains were what finished up the room, giving it a sensual quality to the masculine feel. They were floor length, sheer gray gossamer curtains that no doubt billowed into the room like magic on a windy California day. The room radiated with the energy of sex, lust, and sensuality; a lethal combination.

“I bet the ladies loved coming here,” I mumbled, thinking Matt couldn’t hear me.

I was appalled when his answer came right behind my ear, his hands skirting around my waist. “Actually, I never brought any women here. It wasn’t like that,” he breathed. “It looks like you’ll be another first for me.”

We were each other’s first at lot of things; mainly being we lost our virginity to the other. We were sixteen years old; he had just bought his Ford Bronco and drove over to my house to show me. It was a Saturday night and my parents had left to go to Seattle for the weekend, leaving me home alone. I remembered being nervous as hell because I knew it would hurt, but I wanted him to be my first. It didn’t last long, of course, with it being his first time as well, but it didn’t make it any less special.

Matt nuzzled my neck, pushing my hair out of the way so he could kiss his way up my jaw. Tilting my head to the side, I moaned and closed my eyes. Chill bumps raced across my skin and I shivered, leaning against him to steal some of his warmth. He chuckled in my ear and pressed his hard cock against my back, lightly thrusting it up and down. To keep him as close to me as possible, I held onto the back of his thighs, firmly.

“I want more,” I breathed.

In that instant, I held on tight as Matt picked me up in his arms, kissing me feverishly and hard while taking us to the bed. He set me down gently and slid off my shoes, along with his, before crawling his way over to me.

“I’m going to give you more, angel. Don’t worry,” he promised. Sliding his fingers under my shirt, he lifted it up over my head and threw it on the floor. He moaned deep in his chest when he gazed down at me with his sexy green eyes, licking his lips. Kissing the mounds of my breasts, he lowered the fabric over one of them and began to suck on one of my taut, sensitive nipples while reaching behind me to unclasp my bra. When my bra was undone, he shoved it away still keeping his lips enclosed over my breast. I wanted to feel him inside me, to satiate the craving between my legs.

Already, my body responded to his touch and I was achingly wet on the verge of letting go. Fumbling with his jeans, I tried desperately to get them undone so I could wrap my fingers around his cock and feel it pulsate with my touch. Matt helped me out, kicking off his jeans once I had them undone. Once he was free, I took him in my hands and squeezed, pumping him up and down.

“Fuck, that feels good,” he groaned. “Don’t stop.”

Harder and faster I stroked his length, enjoying the satisfied rumble in his chest. Now it was his turn to fumble with my jeans. Once he got them undone and slid them down my legs, I was completely naked and vulnerable before him. With his arm around my waist, he moved up the bed and spread my legs wide with his knee. Keeping his gaze on mine, he kissed me gently at first and then harder as he pushed his fingers inside me. Gasping from the sensations, I opened wider for him and let his fingers f*ck me, loving the sound of his satisfied moans.

“Harder, Matt,” I begged, spreading my legs wider.

He did as I said, and as soon as he did that was my undoing. Tightening around his fingers, he bit down on my lip and sucked as I cried out in pleasure and pain from my orgasm. Slowly, he rubbed my sensitive clit with his thumb and swirled his fingers in the wetness between my legs. Keeping his gaze on mine, he traced my nipples with my desire, leaving wet trails in his wake, and sucked them both greedily, tasting the result of how my body craved him. I could feel his cock pressing closer to my opening, and as soon as he pushed in just a tiny bit, I gasped.