Chapter Five
Andie's heart clutched and her brain stuttered. What...?
Confusion and hurt gripped her. Where was he? He'd wanted to see her again. No, now that Andie thought it over, he never said that. She had asked if he wanted to see her, and he didn't answer.
He was miffed she'd disappeared last night, and now he was punishing her. She imagined him inside his house, smirking, watching for her. Trying to make a fool of her.
Exactly as Douglas and Gretchen had done.
Andie turned away, something inside her shriveling up like a dead leaf. Then she stopped. Wait a minute. Why should she slink away as though she was in the wrong? Maybe she shouldn't have slipped away from him last night, but she wasn't trying to be cruel. He was being cruel. And he had no damn right.
If she turned away right now, she'd be the same old Andie she'd always been. The one that stood by quietly when Douglas announced he needed space, instead of demanding to know what the hell he meant. That Andie never raised her voice, never argued, no matter how she was dumped on. The one who never fought for anything because she was so sure of losing. The one who valued dignity above all else.
Well, what was so all-fucking-fired great about dignity, anyway? What had it done for her so far?
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Last night a different Andie had taken the bull by the horns and grabbed what she wanted. She wanted to be that Andie again. By God, she would be.
She spun back, peering through the glass again. In spite of her tough new stance, her heart hammered with agitation.
Andie noticed for the first time the light at Matthew's back door had been left on. Its soft glow offered an invitation.
She slid the door open, ignoring Daisy's soft whimper from the living room. She slipped out to the deck, down the stairs and across the yard. When she reached his back door, she opened it and entered a small area, some sort of mudroom.
The light in this room was on as well, tendering a welcome.
A pair of work boots sat on the floor, and a jacket hung on a peg. In front of Andie stood another door. Taking a deep breath, she grasped the knob and pushed it open. Her breath caught. Matthew was there in the kitchen, sitting on a ladder-back chair, smiling at her.
"Took you long enough."
He looked perfectly at ease, in a T-shirt and jeans, his broad shoulders relaxed, his long legs stretched out and slightly apart. His hands rested curled on his thighs.
The skin on her arms prickled with goose bumps, the tiny hairs standing on end. A pulse fluttered between her legs.
His air of self-confidence bordering on smugness caught Andie off guard. She didn't know what to say, didn't know whether to smile or be ticked off. She settled for, "Why are you here?"
He simply lifted his shoulders. "Where should I be?" His gaze swept her. "Your foot better?"
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Andie's toes curled in her sandals. "Just fine."
His eyes sparked as they traveled up from her feet, slower this time, taking in her sleep shorts and cotton top. "No nightie, huh?"
Andie shook her head. "Not tonight."
They gazed at each other long enough for Andie to wonder what now? But Matthew surprised her by rising quickly to his feet and crossing the distance between them. He took her hand and slowly drew her to him. With his right hand, he lifted her chin so she had no choice but to look at him. She would have done that anyway. His hazel eyes mesmerized her. She was still trying to decide if they were greenish-brown or brownish-green when he kissed her.
And oh...his lips were so soft. He brushed them against hers gently, not being pushy or forceful, but teasing her, coaxing her to explore. And Andie did, leaning into him, opening her lips. Sweet. His kisses were sweeter than wine, sweet as candy, just as all the old songs promised. She wanted to eat those kisses up and savor them slowly at the same time.
"Over here," he murmured, pulling back and taking her hands again, leading her to the chair he'd vacated. The kitchen was dim and Andie was glad. She preferred complete darkness—she could be bolder in the dark—but at least she wouldn't be exposed in a cold unflattering light.
He urged her to sit and kneeled in front of her, leaning to kiss and taste her once again. He licked into her mouth and his tongue was a flame that ignited a raging fire inside. He tasted good—minty, like toothpaste.
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Matthew's fingers teased down her back, and she squirmed.
"Ticklish?" he breathed against her mouth.
"Uh-huh," she murmured.
His hands grasped the bottom of her T-shirt and she flinched. She wasn't ready to be revealed—what if she didn't measure up?
He sensed her hesitation and instead let his hands travel up over her rounded belly and her generous breasts. The thin cotton top was a little too tight, and her hard, beaded nipples jutted against the soft fabric. He held them for a moment, skating his thumbs over the points. The sensation was so exquisite Andie closed her eyes, her lips parting as she gasped.
His voice was a low rumble. "Feel good?"
"Ah. Yes." She opened her eyes then, gazing at him from beneath heavy lids.
"To me, too." He played with her, palming her breasts, tweaking her nipples through the shirt.
Tingles zipped like electric shocks from her nipples directly to her sex. Her pussy. Yes, that was the perfect word. Tonight she was being wild and naughty and decadent. Tonight she had nothing as coy as a "sex" or as clinical as a "vagina."
Tonight she had a hot, steamy, hungry pussy.
Hungry for Matthew and everything he had to give her.
Her gaze was glued to him as he leaned forward toward her chest, his hot breath searing her through the cotton. He caught the swollen tip of one breast between his teeth as he squeezed the other between his fingers.
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Andie's breath caught in her throat as her neck arched involuntarily. "Ah!" It didn't hurt. In fact, it was almost enough to make her come. She rocked against the seat, trying to ease the aching heaviness between her legs.
"It's okay, baby, it's okay," he crooned, pulling back.
Before she even knew what was happening, he swept her shirt up and off her body. Sitting back on his heels, he cradled her breasts and admired them with a soft sigh. "So pretty."
Andie glanced down at the creamy globes, tipped by toasty brown nipples and thought, yes, they are pretty. It was the first time any man had acknowledged that, and her heart lifted at his praise. She leaned into his caress, urging him wordlessly to continue expressing his appreciation.
Matthew sipped at her nipples, first one, then the other.
Her breasts were his toys to bounce, squeeze, play with as he saw fit. Andie's hands clenched spasmodically on his shoulders. Last night she had called the shots. Tonight it was his turn.
"Lift up," he whispered and she obeyed, raising her behind a few inches off the chair seat to allow him to wriggle her bottoms off and down her legs.
He smiled sweetly at her, his own eyes heavy-lidded, as he left the sleep shorts in a little puddle on the floor and arranged her legs so he could kneel been them. His chest expanded as he drew a deep breath, inhaling the scent of her arousal. Andie detected it too, but instead of embarrassing her it made her feel more wanton. She dipped her head 58
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toward his, nipping at his lips while he drew back with a wicked laugh.
Her brows drew together in frustration as he denied her.
She wanted a kiss, damn it. Again she leaned in, but he held back, pressing her gently against the back of the chair.
Settling more comfortably between her knees, he gazed at the folds of her labia—her pussy—and gave a soft murmur of pleasure.
"Pretty?" she asked, thrilled at her own boldness. She'd never been a talker during sex. But she found the sexy talk stirred her up. Or maybe it was Matthew who stirred her.
His eyes flicked up at her and his lips quirked at the corner. "Just gorgeous, babe."
But soon his attention was once more focused on her thighs and the soft petals between them. His long middle finger stroked the seam and Andie shivered, biting her lip. He dipped low, into her opening, taking her moisture and swirling it up and around her clit. He dipped again, her fluid glistening on his fingers.
"So wet," he marveled in a quiet voice. "For me?" He looked up at her again.
"Yes." Her face bloomed with heat. She should be mortified beyond belief, but instead she was ferociously turned on.
Andie had never felt so needy. She wanted to grind against the seat to make herself come, to take the edge off, but at the same time she wanted to draw out this delicious torture.
"Just for you," she told him, her voice so low and throaty she hardly recognized it.
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His palms glided reverently up the insides of her thighs, and his eyes glowed with appreciation. "Thank you." Matthew applied himself to showing his appreciation by stroking her slick center and rubbing his thumb lightly against her swollen clit. Andie's breath rasped loudly in the kitchen, quiet but for the ticking of the clock on the wall. Her eyes drifted closed as heat surged up her spine, and her lips grew fuller, her cheeks hot. She was getting close, so close...
When he withdrew his hand leaving her wanting, Andie's body sagged and she groaned in disappointment and frustration.
"Shhhh, it's okay," Matthew promised. He placed his big hands beneath her thighs and gently pulled her forward on the seat. "Scoot up a little." When Andie's butt was balanced right on the edge of the chair, Matthew lifted her right leg over his shoulder and moved his lips up the inside of her thigh. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Closer and closer to her clit. Andie grew more and more moist—sweet fluid trickling from her—
just for him.
He came so close she felt his breath, then he moved in the other direction, back toward her knee—teasing her. Andie moaned in frustration, then growled in anger. Cupping the back of his head in one hand, she pulled his face to precisely where she wanted it.
"What, honey?" She felt a puff of laughter as he pretended not to know what he was doing.
"You know what," she answered, trying to pull his head between her legs while he resisted, peppering her inner thigh with kisses.
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"But I can't read minds, babe," he explained, oh-so-innocently. "How can I know what you want if you don't—"
"I want your tongue." Shy Andie had left the building—
bossy Andie was now in charge. She forced the back of his head toward her again until his hot breath was, ah, right there, exactly where she needed it. Her head fell back in ecstasy.
Andie turned boneless as Matt's tongue danced lightly around her clit and the entrance below it. He didn't make the mistake some men did, of being too enthusiastic and too rough, numbing a girl out. His mouth was gentle. Gentle but not shy. His wet and supple tongue moved against her once, twice, again. When he claimed her clit with his lips and suckled Andie went over the edge, her hands clenching the chair's seat, her thighs going taut, orgasm rippling over her.
She slumped against the ladder-back chair as the ripples subsided, feeling deliciously enervated. Drifting back from her blissful haze, she found Matthew smiling and caressing her thigh. "Nice?" he asked.
"Mmmhmm," she murmured, still heavy-eyed. "Very nice."
"Good." He straightened up to kiss her, and she tasted her own flavor on his lips.
"We're not done, are we?" She glanced down at the impressive bulge behind the fly of his jeans.
"Not by a long shot," he growled as she reached to caress him through the jeans. "Harder." He grasped her hand and showed her how he liked it. Andie followed his instructions, enjoying the way the color rose in his cheeks and his features tightened with lust.
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"Okay." He grabbed her hand. "That's enough." Andie watched him open-mouthed as he jerked to his feet, unzipped, and pulled his jeans and jockeys both to mid-thigh.
He palmed the table and came back with a packet between his fingers. The condoms had been there the whole time, Andie realized, she just hadn't noticed.
He fumbled momentarily with the packet while Andie gazed at his penis—his cock. She hadn't gotten a good look at it last night and wished she had more time to examine it now, but he was covering it. "You ready, baby?"
"Huh?" And suddenly she knew she was ready—hot, wet, and juicy for him. "Hell, yes."
"Then come here." He reached for her and she stood, he grabbed her hips and hoisted her up. Andie immediately wrapped her legs around his waist. Then Matthew turned and sat in the chair. A tiny part of her winced, thinking she was too heavy, she'd hurt his legs, but she forced herself to ignore that worry. She was going to enjoy this moment, and not spoil it with fear or self-consciousness.
She moved against him, rubbing her breasts against his chest, feeling his pointed nipples scrape against her own. His cock was trapped between her thighs, stroking her folds and nudging her clit. Each stroke, each little bump sent a spark up her spine.
His voice was at her ear. "You ready?"
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lower lip a moment, not moving, wanting to savor the feeling of having him there.
"Yeah, baby, feels so good," he muttered as his eyes closed, and he began rocking back and forth inside her. She moved as well, riding him, bumping her clit against him, bobbing up and down.
Breath sobbed out of Andie as she strained toward orgasm. She kissed and licked his neck and shoulders, bestowing tiny nips of desperation. Lights flickered behind her eyes, and her lungs burned as she fought for air. His cock stretched her so much it almost hurt, but it was a good hurt.
She wanted more and crushed herself to him wantonly as her skin flamed and prickled with need. She was close, so close, then suddenly her climax crested in a bright flash of light. She convulsed in Matthew's arms, shivering, her pussy rippling around him.
Matthew's fingers dug into Andie's hips. As the shimmers of sensation gradually subsided, she collapsed against him.
His arms came around her, holding her closely. It felt so comforting, so safe—his embrace flooded her with happiness and felt as good as the sex. They stayed that way until Andie shifted slightly. "How are your legs doing?"
His laughter was muffled against her shoulder. "What legs?"
Andie laughed as well, until she realized Matthew was still hard inside her. He hadn't come yet. Immediately her insecurities kicked in and she glanced at him hesitantly, afraid she'd done something wrong.
"You...you didn't—"
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He knew what she was wondering. "I don't want this to be over too soon."
A silent sigh of relief escaped her. Time to push all those doubts and fears aside, banish them from her mind. He wanted her.
She rested her cheek on his shoulder, then kissed it.
"Good. 'Cause neither do I."
She felt as well as heard his rumble of laughter. "Let's go."
Go where, she was about to ask when he stood, holding her around the waist and she once again clamped her legs around his middle to keep from sliding to the floor. He was still deep inside her as he carried her into the other room.
They were in his living room. He deposited her gently onto the sofa, slipping out of her as he did. Andie groaned at the loss and held out her arms to him as she lay on her back.
"Come back," she pleaded.
He stood above her with one knee on the cushion, his cock hard against his belly, the condom slick with her juices. The warmth in his gaze felt like sunshine pouring over her. He looked at her as if she were a three-layer cake, and he wanted to devour her bite by bite, to the very last crumb.
Using her legs to scoot up and give him more room, she bumped her head against the armrest. "Oof."
Instantly his expression changed to one of concern. "You okay?"
"Fine." Laughter bubbled out of her. She was having so much fun. When had sex ever been fun? This was amazing.
He was amazing.
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Andie held up her arms again. "Come on." She needed to come again, needed Matthew, and didn't care how greedy she was.
"Like this." He took her by the waist and helped her turn over onto her knees. She faced away from him, grasping the armrest to steady herself, as he moved behind her on the cushions. He snuggled his thighs against the backs of hers, rubbing his latex covered cock against her slippery folds.
Andie moaned. This was all new to her. She'd had sex, sure, but mainly missionary style. Occasionally Douglas would let her be on top, but he was not an especially inventive lover. He must have been saving all his tricks for Gretchen.
But this was not the time to be thinking about dumbass Douglas and his skank. She was with a new man, a gifted teacher, and she was a most eager student. To demonstrate, she pushed back against him, undulating, caressing his cock with her sex lips.
It was his turn to moan. "Hold on."
Andie's fingers dug deep into the soft upholstery as he plunged into her. "Ah!" she cried, his fullness stretching her to the hilt. She held on for dear life as he pummeled her from behind, each thrust nudging the sweet spot inside her and bumping the mouth of her womb.
Andie trembled helplessly, a leaf in the wind. One of his hands moved from her hip to snake between her legs and stroke her clit. "Oh! Oohhh..." Her pussy clamped down on him, rippling around him as she climaxed.
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as she pressed her forehead to the sofa's armrest. Andie loved the weight of him, the warmth, and imagined she'd be happy to stay this way forever, surrounded by him, protected.
Until her legs began to go numb.
"Umm...I'm a little bit squashed," she ventured.
Matthew moved off her, sitting up. "Oh God, sorry. You okay?"
Andie rolled to her side and stretched out her legs. "Mmm.
Just perfect." She smiled, dreamy and deliciously sore. Her thighs ached, her nipples chafed, and her pussy thrummed—
she felt marvelous.
Matthew's cocky grin and the hank of brown hair falling over his forehead made him resemble a horny high school kid who'd just gotten some. A wave of desire rippled through her pussy. Standing and holding the condom on by its base, he said "Let me take care of this. Don't go anywhere."
"Mmm. Not a chance."
He reappeared in the doorway a moment later. Andie frowned when she saw he'd put on his jeans and cheated her out of another glimpse of his glorious nudity. "Like something to drink?" he asked.
"Thanks." She sat up and padded to the kitchen, wincing slightly as she moved.
He handed her a bottle of root beer. "I'd have brought you some," he told her.
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doing as she spied on him. "Sit down," she told him her voice low as she gestured to the chair.
His eyebrows lifted, but he complied and Andie sat on his lap. He hadn't minded before, so she wasted no time worrying about her weight or how heavy she was. She only had this night with Matthew, and she wasn't going to waste a moment of it.
Andie stared into his face, into those hazel eyes while she lifted the bottle to her lips and took a mouthful of the cold sweet drink. Then she pressed her lips to Matthew's and shared the root beer with him. They both swallowed the fizzy liquid, then explored the sweetness of each other's mouths.
Their tongues caressed and played.
Suddenly a cold wet something nudged Andie's back and made her yelp. She glanced over her shoulder and saw the small white pit bull with the pink nose.
"Angel, how'd you get out here?" Matthew demanded.
"Sorry," he told Andie. "I put her in the other room and thought I closed the door."
"Maybe she figured out a way to open it."
"She's smart, but not that smart. Hey, no, girl." The little dog was sniffing at Andie's sleep shorts. "Stay away from those."
But Angel snatched them up and trotted off with them.
"Uh oh."
"Oh no." Andie hopped off Matt's lap and they both scrambled to their feet.
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it over her head. But she couldn't return home half-covered, so she followed Matt and Angel into the living room.
The pup was on the sofa with the garment between her paws. "Ah, here you are," Matt said. "No, that's mine. Drop it."
"Good puppy," Andie pleaded.
Angel froze as her man reached for the shorts, but as his fingers were inches away from capturing them, she sprang off the couch with them in her teeth and bounced onto a nearby chair. The dog's whole body wriggled with exhilaration and her tail swept the air as she tensed, waiting for the humans'
next move in this exciting new game of keep away.
Andie and Matt converged on her. Matt held out his arm, in a gesture commanding Andie to stop. "No. We're doing this wrong. We're chasing her and if she thinks it's a game, she'll just keep running. Go sit down," he jerked his head toward the sofa behind them. "Let me do this."
Andie backed away, then turned to see the bigger brown and white dog standing in the doorway watching the action.
She gave Andie a look that said don't blame me. I've got nothing to do with this. Then she turned and disappeared.
He approached Angel slowly and cautiously. "Angel, drop it."
Angel snuffled, then jerked her head up as if to toss the garment like a ball.
"No." Matthew's voice was stern. "Drop."
The little dog's ears and tail drooped at the disapproval in her master's voice. She crouched low on the chair, her head sagging as she slowly dropped the shorts to the floor.
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"Good girl." Matt's praise made her ears perk up again. As he bent to retrieve the piece of clothing, Angel ducked her head playfully and nabbed it. They both grabbed it at the same time in a tug of war. Angel put up a good effort, but Matthew was the victor. For all it was worth.
"Shit." Matthew turned to Andie with the shorts in his hand. There was a gaping hole where the crotch used to be.
"Sorry."
Angel knew she was in trouble and took that moment to make her escape.
"Well," Andie remarked, looking down at herself. "Good thing it's dark out. Otherwise I'd be flashing the neighborhood on my way home tonight."
"They won't know what they're missing." He fell onto the sofa beside her, making the cushions bounce.
Andie's face heated as he palmed her butt cheek and began to knead it. "Think you can loan me a T-shirt?" she asked.
"Sure. But later. Much later. You're not going anywhere for a while."
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