Fallen from Grace [Part Two of the Thicker than Blood Series] (3 page)

Pulling me into his arms, Matt slowly removed my clothing as if unwrapping a present.  He growled softly when I stood before him naked.  I felt... vulnerable.  Only the first time that we were together did I worry about what he thought about my curves.  Why was I worried about it now?  I didn't realize my arms moved up to cover my nudity until Matt grabbed my wrists, gently pushing them down to my sides.

“Don't.  You're beautiful.  Let me admire you.”

I could feel myself tremble.  What was wrong with me?  That wasn't like me at all!  I was used to taking what I wanted from him, not standing there like a fawn in front of a hungry wolf.  Despite my inner monologue, I found that I was captured by his gaze.

His hand moved up, slowly tracing along the side of my left breast.  I gasped at the electricity in his touch—my nipples hardened instantly.  “Matt...,” I managed to say.

“Shhhh...,” he said as he lowered his lips to my nipple, enveloping it in the wet heat of his mouth.  I moaned softly, weaving my fingers through his damp hair. 

Matt turned us so that his back was to the bed, then he lowered, pulling me with him.  I straddled his hips, feeling his hardened cock nudge at my wet slit.  I tried to impale myself on his pulsing erection but he had other ideas.  He flipped us over and began to tease my pussy with just the head, pushing it in one inch, then withdrawing slowly.  After teasing me for several seconds, Matt surged in until he bottomed out, sighing through the entire downward stroke.

I cried out at the sudden invasion and held his body tightly, enjoying the sensation of being filled completely. 

Matt's lips found mine as he held himself deep, unmoving as we kissed.  His mouth shifted to my neck, tracing hot nibbles from the lobe of my ear to my collar bone.  I could feel myself grow wetter around the length of his cock – I was dying for him to continue fucking me.  As it was, my toes were tingling from his ministrations.

Lifting his body from mine, Matt looked into my eyes.  So much lust and desire clouded the crystal-blue eyes of his that I clenched my pussy around him involuntarily.  He gasped and blinked hard, concentration etched deeply into his handsome face.  Slowly, he withdrew completely, causing a vast and aching emptiness. 

His mouth found my nipples once again as he gently kneaded my breasts with a delicate touch.  He moved his lips from the rosy peaks to the valley between my heavy globes, leaving a trail of soft kisses as he went.  His lips felt like hot tulip petals against my skin, giving me a small jolt with every tiny touch.  He was going to take his time, I knew it.  It's what he wanted the last time we were together.  It had been a long time since anyone made love to me. 
Is this what he was doing?  Making love to me? 
I shuddered as his kisses reached my navel.  Matt's hand traced my thigh, moving to the sensitive skin high on the inside, and slipped a finger into my heat.

A small cry escaped my lips as his moved lower, kissing the trimmed hair on my mound.  Matt dipped down and tasted me.  I groaned and arched my back in a silent plea for him to continue.  He licked slowly with a flattened tongue, causing him to cover more delicate and sensitive skin with just one pass.  I loved the skills the man had with his mouth.  Every move was gentle and direct – all deliberate.

Matt rolled over onto his back, pulling my body with him... except he wanted me the other way... wanted me to bathe him with my mouth while he feasted on me.  I moved to face the foot of the bed and tentatively straddled his face.  His large hands came to my ass, gently pulling me down to him.  I was rewarded when his tongue licked lightly over my clit and pushed into my eager pussy. 

“Oh, fuck!” I cried.  How was I supposed to concentrate on his cock when he was doing that to me?  Determined, I licked his shaft along its underside and claimed a tiny drop of precum from the head.  I could feel Matt's moan against my sensitive skin.  I attempted to block out the teasing dance of his tongue so I could focus on pleasing him.  With three slow bobs, I was able to take nearly all of his length into my mouth and slightly down my throat.  Again, I felt Matt moan.  When I pulled him from my mouth, he was coated in my saliva, allowing me to stroke him while I teased the purple head with my mouth and tongue.

“Holy shit, Kenna,” he breathed while placing a kiss on the inside of my thigh.  I was only allowed to continue sucking his cock for another couple of seconds before Matt flipped me to face him.  He positioned me over him and slowly raised his hips, driving his entire length into my aching pussy.  I fell forward, planting a hand on his chest.  Our eyes locked as he slowly withdrew only to surge back up with a quick thrust.  We gasped in unison.  I lowered myself in time with his hips and began to ride him, enjoying the smooth friction of him withdrawing and entering my pussy.  Matt's strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me into each upward thrust, gradually increasing the speed.  In the span of a heart beat, he was on top of me again, staring down at me with this intense focus as he withdrew almost to the tip each time.  I could feel every ridge, every vein... it was driving me closer and closer to the edge I knew I was approaching.  As if he could read my thoughts, he quickened his thrusts, driving into the hilt each time.  With each stroke, the base of his cock brushed my clit.  I squeezed my eyes shut with pleasure, damn near gasping for a breath.

“That's it,” he breathed.  “You're so fucking hot and wet.”

He continued his pace until I could no longer focus on anything around me.  I heard him groan loudly as my eyes saw a blinding starburst of light and I came.  I'm not sure, but I think I screamed his name.  As I continued to spasm around him, he pushed into me one last time, deeper than any thrust before.  With that, he came as well.  I could feel heat spread further into my body as he coated my insides with several pulses.  The world around me became foggy and dark.  I think I heard him tell me that he loved me... but I could have been dreaming?

****

I woke to a dark room.  My hand sought out the warmth of Matt's body, but he wasn't there.  I sat up quickly, turning on the lamp.  He wasn't in my bedroom.  A bad feeling crept into my thoughts.

“
Matt?”  The room remained silent as no answer called back.

Not bothering with a robe, I padded barefoot through the house and found Matt was gone.  He had left.  I sat down on the sofa and stared at the front door.  Did he just step out or did he really leave without saying goodbye? 
He came back to fuck me and then left for good.
I chewed my lip, not letting my eyes up from the door.  I remained like that for five minutes, hoping each tiny sound I heard was him about to walk back in.  No such luck. 

Returning to the bedroom, I started looking for my phone when I noticed Matt's clothes were still laying on the floor.  If he had gone... what was he wearing? 
Seriously, what the fuck?
  I picked up his damp jeans and found that even his wallet was left behind.  I stared at his boots.  Shaking my head, I could think of no reason why he would leave these things.  Frantically, I searched for my phone and found it under the covers.  I dialed his number.

“The number you have dialed has been disconnected or is no longer in service.  Please check the number and try again.  BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP...”

“What the fuck...,” I muttered and tried his number one more time, getting the same message.  How could this even be possible?  It was like he... vanished into thin air.  Unable to think clearly, I found a corner of my bedroom, sat down and didn't move until the sun was coming through the blinds an hour later.  How ridiculous I must have looked... sitting naked in the corner, holding my cell phone with both hands. 

When I stood finally, my ass was numb.  I wanted to call Tiffany and tell her about what happened, but I could hear her now... '
why didn't you talk to him?
' or '
you'd rather have sex than find out what's up with him?
'  The last thing I needed was a lecture.

“Fuck me.”  I tossed my phone onto the night stand and climbed back under the covers.  I needed a break from life, so it seemed.

I woke up three hours later and stared at the ceiling.  No matter what possible scenario I came up with to explain what happened with Matt, all of them fell flat or beyond the realm of possibility.  I thought about calling the police and reporting him missing, but what would I tell them? 
'Yes sir, officer.  I woke and found him gone... his clothes, boots and wallet still here.   No, I didn't do anything to him!'
  Yeah, that would be awesome.

Coffee.  I needed coffee.  Something wasn't coming together.  Perhaps some caffeine would do the trick.  I got dressed, grabbed my Kindle and headed to the Java Lamp.  The drive-thru was packed, being rush-hour for nine-to-fivers, but the inside was vacant enough.  I ordered my usual venti triple soy caramel mocha and found my favorite chair by the window.

The sky was overcast, but I knew from the thin, wispy, low clouds that it would clear off in a few hours, revealing a deep, brilliant blue as was common for a late summer in southern Oregon.  I sighed.  Summer was almost over and I had yet to go hiking up to Grizzly Peak, as was my summer tradition.  After coffee, I'd go there.  It would be a good diversion from the shit in my life.

I took the lid off of my coffee and set it on the side table next to my chair.  Unlike most people, I never quite figured out how to sip a hot beverage and ended up burning myself in any attempt.  Instead, I let it cool so I could drink it.

Pulling my Kindle from my purse, I found the latest dystopian romance I was reading and picked up where I had left off.  Occasionally, I glanced up from the device to look around the coffee house as people shuffled in and out.  People fascinated me.  I tried to figure out who they were and where they were going.  Sometimes I even made back stories for them to amuse myself.

As the text got slow, I placed the Kindle down and finished off the mocha.  My eyes roamed over the few customers situated around the quaint cafe.  I met eyes with a man who was glancing over a paperback book at me.  He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes, and looked back down at the pages in front of him.  I stared for a moment longer before picking up the Kindle again.  Something about him was familiar, but I couldn’t put a finger on what it was.  The next couple of times I looked up, I'd catch him averting his gaze back to his reading.  Why did he seem so familiar?

Around 11:30 a.m., I had enough of the eye-tag I was playing with the stranger and left to change into more suitable hiking clothes.

The parking lot at the trail head was vacant, but it was a Thursday morning.  I parked the Z and pulled out my gear, which consisted of a light backpack and a gnarly-looking hiking stick I had purchased on impulse from REI. 

It was turning out to be a quite lovely day – the clouds did clear off and the sun filtered warmly through the branches of the sweeping firs and alders.  I sighed and smiled.  It was good to get out here.  The air smelled much better on the trail than in town; crisper, cleaner.  It was rejuvenating.

At 2:00 p.m., I made it to Grizzly Peak.  Despite the clouds that were blowing in from the west, the views were spectacular like always.  The wild fire in 2002 had really opened the scenery up, affording wide views of Ashland and the Rogue Valley.  It was simply breath-taking.  The trees had grown up a little, blocking out the shimmering river.  I noticed another vantage point not too far from where I stood and eased my way over the 100 yard distance.  The new viewpoint was closed off a little more, but I could see the surface of the Rogue River sparkle like a handful of loose diamonds.  Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and smiled. 
This is nice.
  I was away from everything and everyone – it was just me and nature.

I sat down on the flat rocks, lifting my face to the sun.  Good 'ole vitamin D.  I lost track of time as I sat soaking up the luxurious rays, and was startled when I heard stones moving not far behind me.  I glanced over my shoulder to find the man from the coffee shop standing just ten feet from me.

“Hello,” he said.

I quickly got to my feet and dusted off the seat of my shorts.  “Hi.” 

While he was reasonably attractive, the lack of expression on his face paired with the possibility that he had followed me from the Java Lamp put me on edge.  The man wasn't making any aggressive movements, standing his ground, but something didn't feel right to me.  Well, other than the obvious fear of being alone with a man I didn't know deep in the woods.