Light Switch (14 page)

Whatever shyness or reluctance we’d brought into the club evaporated. We’d held back far too long, and there would be no more holding back. This was the kind of demanding, unrelenting kiss that promised nothing less than a night of naked, sweaty skin between tangled sheets.

Someone bumped into me, nearly knocking both of us off balance, but we caught ourselves.

“Maybe we should take this someplace else,” Matt said.

Struggling to catch my breath, I said, “I hope ‘someplace else’ involves a cab and a house key.”

He exhaled hard. “It does now.” Without another word, he took my hand and led me off the dance floor. We wove a quick path through the crowd to the coat check, stopping just long enough to get our jackets and my purse before hurrying outside.

The first breath of fresh air was a shock after the thick mugginess of the club, but I was far from cold. If anything, it was just enough to cool me down and keep me from bursting into flames before Matt and I could get someplace private.

A group of college-aged girls had just pulled up in a taxi, so Matt quickly hailed the driver before they’d even gotten out. Once they were gone, he held the door for me just as he had earlier, but there was no shy tentativeness this time, especially not when he squeezed my ass as I got in. I shot him a startled look and he winked just before he closed the door. A second later, he slid in on the other side of the backseat.

He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and gave the driver the address of his apartment building. With all the logistical crap taken care of and the cab aimed toward home, he pulled me to him and kissed me again.

After a moment, he broke the kiss and looked at me. “You have,” he said in a hoarse whisper, pausing to run the tip of his tongue across the inside of his lip. “You have the
sexiest
kiss.” He didn’t give me a chance to respond before his mouth was over mine again.

His hand rested on my knee for a moment, then began a slow path up the inside of my thigh. As his fingers drifted under my short, short skirt, he murmured against my lips, “I’ve been dying to touch you, Kristen.”

How he was still capable of speaking, I didn’t know. Between his kiss and his touch, I was lucky I could breathe.

His fingertip teased me through my panties.

“Jesus,” he breathed, pushing the thin fabric aside, “your pussy is soaked.”

All I could do was moan. Glancing up, I caught the driver’s eye in the rearview, but he quickly returned his attention to the road. Let him see. Let the whole damned world see.

Matt’s fingers slipped easily inside me. When his palm pressed against my clit, even that light contact was so intense, I jumped. Had he not been kissing me just then, I probably would have yelped in surprise.

“You okay?” he asked, gently rubbing both my clit and G-spot.

I nodded.

“I’ll bet I can make you come before we get to my place,” he whispered. “What do you think?”

His brazenness made me tremble as much as his hand did. From shy to… to this.
What other surprises do you have in store for me tonight, Mr. Sommers
?

“I don’t think it’ll take much, will it?” He spoke so softly I barely heard him. “You’re already so wet, and I know you’re as turned on as I am. All I have to do is…” His fingers beckoned against my G-spot. “And maybe this…” His palm circled my clit, turning the edges of my vision white and blurring the rest of it with tears.

“Jesus, Matt…” My voice was even quieter than his. It wasn’t for the driver’s benefit or out of a need for discretion. It was simply the most I could manage as Matt teased the earliest tremors of an orgasm out of my pussy. My fingers dug into his shoulders. “Oh God…”

“We’re almost there, baby,” he whispered in my ear, “but I want you to get there first.”

And as soon as the words rolled off his tongue, I
was
there.

I came back down to earth seconds before the cab slowed to a stop in front of Matt’s apartment. We quickly got out, the pavement shifting under my wobbly legs.

With an arm around my waist to keep me steady, Matt handed the driver a few bills. “Keep the change.”

“Thanks, man, have a good night.”

“Will do,” he threw over his shoulder as he led me toward the front door.

I was vaguely aware of the cab’s tires squealing behind us. I thought there was a cool breeze when we left the club, but I didn’t notice anything now, not over the heat of my still waning orgasm or Matt’s body beside me.

There may have been people milling around on the sidewalk or in the lobby as we made a beeline for the elevator. The place could have been deserted or Times-Square-on-New-Year’s crowded. I didn’t notice. Every one of my senses was focused entirely on Matt.

It wasn’t until we got into the elevator that I became aware of whether or not there were people around us. Specifically, as the doors slid slowly shut, I realized we were alone.

As soon as we were sealed inside the tiny box, Matt’s mouth was against mine.. His shirt bunched in my hands and he pushed me up against the wall, pressing his hard-on against my hip as we kissed like this was our one and only chance to ever do so. Hands blindly searched fabric for skin, tasting each other’s bodies the way our mouths tasted each other’s kiss.

The elevator stopped, the doors opened and only then did we come up for air. We separated, but not for long. We each had time for a few rapid, gulps of air before we pulled each other into another kiss. My God, I wanted to get into his apartment and get him behind closed doors where we could get these clothes off, but I couldn’t get enough of his kiss. I wanted another orgasm like the one he’d given me in the cab, I wanted to drag him down to the floor and fuck him, I wanted—

He suddenly pulled away and grabbed one of the closing doors.

He took my hand. “Let’s get out of here.”

Calling on my last few fraying strands of self-control, I resisted the temptation to pull him down to the floor. Instead, I followed him out of the elevator. On the way down the hall to his apartment, I realized another button or two of my blouse had come open. Whether he’d unbuttoned them or I had, I had no idea. Not that it mattered. I was a couple of buttons closer to being naked, so I wasn’t going to complain.

“Finally,” he muttered when we made it to his apartment. He shoved me up against his door, his hard cock digging into my hip as he kissed me frantically, furiously, just as he’d done in the elevator.

“I can’t promise,” he whispered breathlessly against my lips, “that we’ll make it into the bedroom before I—”

“I don’t care.” I grasped his hair and kissed him. Keys jingled. One of us moaned. Then the door opened, and we nearly tumbled into his apartment. Somehow, probably owing to judicious use of walls and furniture, we kept each other upright.

He kicked the door shut. My purse hit the carpet. His jacket followed. My bracelets slipped off and clanged on the floor. We stumbled down the hall, shedding clothes with every shuffling step. He kissed my neck and panted against my skin. I clawed at his shirt, desperate for his skin against my fingers. A low growl emerged from the back of his throat and vibrated against my neck.

Then he grabbed my hair, raised his head, and kissed me as he forced me backwards. My hip hit something solid. Before the dull impact even registered, Matt spun me around and bent me over his dining room table. One hand stayed on my lower back, forbidding me from moving. His belt buckle jingled, and I tried in vain to dig my fingers into the table’s smooth surface, searching for something to hold on to.

At the sound of his zipper, I bit my lower lip, struggling to stay in control.
He’s going to. Oh God, yes, he’s going to
. When he pushed my skirt up over my hips, my bones turned to liquid.

“Christ, I just can’t wait.” His voice was unsteady, the words slurred.

Foil tore. Blood thundered in my ears. I closed my eyes and bit my lip as he pulled my panties aside.

“I don’t usually rush like this,” he said, “but I… fuck… I…”

“Fuck me,” I pleaded. “Please, Matt—”

With one hard thrust, he was all the way inside me, and he fucked me. Dear God, he fucked me. From the very first stroke, he gave me everything he had, slamming his cock deep inside me. A string of profanity rolled off my tongue, but I couldn’t hear my own voice or his over the table’s creaks and protests. More than once, I thought it would buckle beneath us. If it had, we probably wouldn’t have missed a beat, and he would have just kept fucking me right on top of the rubble.

One hand left my hip, and a second later, he grabbed my hair again, tightening his fist and pulling back hard enough to make me whimper.

“You like that, don’t you?” he said, panting.

“Yes,” I moaned. “Yes, I love it.”

He gripped my hair tighter and fucked me so hard the pain was
almost
more than I could take. The edge of the table bit into my hips, but I just didn’t care, not while he sent me careening toward another orgasm.

“Oh… God…” He released my hair and grabbed my hips, pulling me back against him in the same moment he drove his cock as deep as he could into my pussy. There he held me, releasing a long, throaty groan as his cock twitched inside me. The almost-there pulses of my own orgasm receded, but I had no doubt he’d have me near and over that edge again before the night was over.

He gathered my hair in one hand and swept it over my shoulder. Then he leaned down and kissed the exposed side of my neck.

“That has been one of my fantasies ever since the first time you played poker here,” he whispered, his stubble grazing my skin as he spoke. “Every time we’ve played cards here, I’ve wanted to throw you over this table and fuck you. Just like this.”

I closed my eyes and moaned as he pulled out slowly. Then I pushed myself up and turned around to face him. For all the times I’d seen him blush or seen his color change with the exertion of a hard run, the flush of pink across his cheeks now made my knees tremble. I cupped his face in both hands, inhaling sharply as the feverish heat of his skin met my palms, and kissed him.

“Let’s go in the bedroom,” he slurred.

Our trek from the dining room to the bedroom mirrored the one from the front door to the table, but in slow motion. We still relied on walls and each other for balance, still tripped over each other’s feet and the clothing we struggled to discard, we just didn’t move as quickly now. Satisfaction reined back the frantic desperation that had nearly had us fucking in the backseat of the cab. Our movements were slower, but there was enough fervor behind every kiss and tremble in every touch to tell me in no uncertain terms that we weren’t done yet.

In the bedroom, my bra fell to the floor, and the only thing that remained on either of us was Matt’s boxers. We separated long enough for him to step out of them, and I bit my lip as he did. I’d seen him naked before, from a distance, and now he was close enough to touch. Now he
invited
me to touch. What I’d secretly watched from the shadows was now mine to have, and as my heart raced and my clit tingled, I wondered if having me like this gave him the same thrill.

Our eyes met, and there was no doubt in my mind. The hunger in his narrowed eyes was unmistakable, especially when he absently licked his lips.

A heartbeat later, we were tangled up in each other again, kissing with the same desperation and need as when we’d stumbled into his apartment. We’d both come already, but that hadn’t even begun to take the edge off.

He took a step forward, forcing me back. Then another. We continued this close-quarters, shuffling dance until I bumped into his bed.

“Jesus, I’ve been wanting you forever,” he whispered, grasping my hair to keep me from pulling away. “I could fuck you all night.”

I started to speak, but he suddenly released my hair, grabbed my shoulders, and threw me down on his bed. A violent tremor drove a whimper out of me.

Instead of joining me on the bed as I’d anticipated, he knelt beside it and pushed my knees apart. In an instant, his mouth was on my pussy and my back was off the bed. His tongue was dangerously close to my clit, maddeningly close, but didn’t touch it. Instead, he drew slow, delicious arcs just close enough to take my breath away. Teasing. Tantalizing. This wasn’t a man who couldn’t find my clit. After all, he’d found it earlier. No, he knew exactly where it was, and he knew exactly what he was doing.

His fingers slipped into me in the exact moment that he closed his lips around my clit and circled it with his tongue. My back arched and I gasped, my toes curling as my fingers clawed at the bedding beside me.

“You taste incredible,” he whispered hoarsely, his breath teasing my clit and sending electric shocks through me. “Your pussy is…” He paused, as if he couldn’t find the words, then dipped his head to taste me again.

I reached down to grasp his hair, but hesitated for a split second.
Am I allowed to
—

It’s Matt. Not Scott
.

I combed my fingers through his hair, mowing over the carefully arranged mess of spikes and not giving a damn because his mouth was driving me insane.

“That’s amazing,” I moaned. “Oh my God, Matt, that’s…”

He responded with a gentle murmur, his mouth never leaving me, the vibration of his voice rippling against my clit. I grasped his hair and my hips pushed against his mouth and hand. I’d never experienced anything like this. He touched me like he knew my own pussy better than I did. He knew places within me that I didn’t, and he ignited sensations I’d never before felt.

I squeezed his fingers and moaned, my body writhing against him, but he didn’t let me come yet. How long it went on, I didn’t know. I lost all sense of time and I didn’t care because nothing existed but his mouth and fingers and anything they touched.

He withdrew his fingers and paused. I whimpered as he pushed three in this time and his rhythm increased, faster and faster, his fingers bent and his tongue circling my clit as if it was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted.

When I came, I couldn’t cry out. I couldn’t moan. I couldn’t
breathe
. My back arched and my entire body was on fire the way my clit was against his tongue. And still he went on, releasing wave upon unbearable wave of electricity until I could take no more and gently pushed his head away. He rose and watched me, grinning as his fingers kept moving just enough to keep my orgasm going.

At last I took in a breath and released it in a soft moan of surrender. I tried to speak, couldn’t make my mouth cooperate. He leaned over me and kissed me, his tongue sweet from my pussy. Slowly he withdrew his fingers and I could finally breathe again.

He licked his lips. “I’ve been wanting to do that forever.”

You’re not the only one
, I couldn’t quite say. Fuck speech. I couldn’t get enough of
him
. I reached between us and wrapped my fingers around his cock, teasing him with long, even strokes.

“Fuck,” he whispered, resting his forehead against mine.

“Get on your back.” I pushed his shoulder gently.

He closed his hand around my wrist and pinned it to the bed. “No, stay just like that.”

“But I want—”

“There will be time for that later. But if I don’t fuck you in the next thirty seconds, I’m—” He cut himself off by kissing me, and the palpable need in his kiss finished the sentence.

He leaned to one side. The nightstand drawer rattled. Something rustled. And still he kissed me, right up until he had the condom in his hand. Then and only then did he sit up, tearing the wrapper with his teeth and tossing it in the vicinity of the nightstand. With trembling hands and a long streak of muttered curses, he got the condom on. As he came back down to me, I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down, kissing him desperately, frantically.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, and—thank God, yes,
finally
—he was inside me again. There was nothing slow or gentle about the way he moved. My pussy was wet enough to accommodate him with ease, and he took full advantage of it, fucking me so hard I was sure the bed was going to rattle to pieces beneath us.

“Fuck, baby, you’re amazing,” he growled. “You…” A sharp breath whispered just beneath my ear. “I swear to God your pussy was made for my cock.”

My body fell into his rhythm, my hips rolling in time with his thrusts and pulling him deeper.

“Oh God,” I moaned. “That’s…” There existed no words with the capacity to tell him how incredible he felt, how much I wanted him to keep doing exactly that all night, and how close he already had me to coming again.

“I can’t tell you,” he said, panting against my neck, “how long I’ve wanted to fuck you, and you’re...” He trailed off, a tremor breaking his rhythm for a split second. “…you’re even better than I imagined.”

Likewise, Matt
. I swore his cock was getting thicker with each stroke, but realized it was my own pussy tightening around him, pulling him in, pulling him deeper as he pushed me closer to another orgasm. He groaned softly and changed his rhythm just a little. Then he lifted himself up and looked down.