matthew
“We leave Sunday morning until Wednesday,” I hear someone say from the other side of the room.
Everyone groans, including me. “Back-to-back games in Philadelphia and then Pittsburgh.”
“Pack your hats and coats, people.” I turn to see the public relations guy say, “They got snow two days ago.”
“Snow isn’t that bad,” I state, getting up and slipping on my sweater with the team logo in the middle and my number forty-five on the corner of it in small numbers. “If it’s snowing, it means it’s not below zero outside.”
“Good point,” Brock says from his side of the bench. “Remember last year when we went to Winnipeg, my nostrils froze walking off the plane.”
I laugh at the guys telling stories of when it was the coldest, grabbing my phone and keys. “See you tomorrow, boys,” I say, walking out toward my car. Pushing the steel door open, I step into the underground parking lot.
Looking down at my phone, I pull up her name and smile when I press the call button. I unlock my car door as it starts the second ring. “Ugh, hello,” she says, huffing.
“Good afternoon,” I greet, my voice chipper.
“What do you want, Matthew?” she returns, and I can just imagine the scowl on her face.
“Do you want to have dinner with me?” I ask, knowing full well what her answer is going to be.
“No,” she declares, not surprising me.
I roll my lips to stop myself from bursting out laughing. “Okay.”
“Goodbye.” She disconnects and my chest fills with this feeling of fullness.
I pull out of the parking garage and the next person I call is my father, who answers after the first ring. “Hey,” he greets.
“Hey,” I reply, pulling out and going toward my house. “What’s up?”
“Not much, just going to go and ask your mother what she wants to eat for dinner,” he says. “What about you? What are you up to?”
“Not much. Going to go home, grab dinner, and head to see Sofia,” I share, waiting for him to say something.
“So you spoke with her?” he asks softly.
“I did,” I confirm, taking a deep inhale and then letting it out. “I think it was the hardest conversation I’ve ever had.”
“Did you two clear the air?” I think about how to answer this question because it’s not so cut and dry.
“When she told me I broke her fucking heart.” I can hear her voice in my head. “I hated myself.” I swallow the lump. “I was the one who was supposed to protect her and I am the one who caused her pain.”
“Have you said that to her?” My father is never going to judge you. Not once. He’s going to sit down and talk things out. I don’t answer him before he says, “Communication is key, Matthew.” I pull into the driveway of my house, leaning my head back against the headrest. “If you don’t tell her how you feel, she’ll never know.”
“You’re right,” I tell him, rubbing my hands over my face. “I have to tell her everything and not hold back.”
“You also have to prepare yourself for the fact that she may have moved on,” he warns me, and just the thought shatters me. At just that thought, my heart which felt so full before now feels like someone has reached into my chest and ripped it out. “It’s not an easy thing to do, trust me, I know.” He breathes out heavily. “When I couldn’t go to your mom and I had to wait out the year, it was the longest time of my life. Knowing she could move on at any second motivates me to be the man she deserves. And now look at us,” he says, and I can picture the smile forming on his face.
“Didn’t she threaten to cut off your junk last week?” I chuckle.
“Which means she loves me something fierce.” He laughs also. “Don’t waste any more time, Matthew.”
“I won’t,” I assure him. “Can’t wait to see you this weekend.”
“Same,” he says, “now I’m going to go and wine and dine my woman.”
“Never say that to me again.” I close my eyes. “Now I’m going to imagine you two having sex in the kitchen.”
He laughs. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”
“Too much, Dad,” I tell him. “I love you, goodbye.” I hang up to the sound of him laughing his head off.
Getting out of my car, I jog up the steps to my house, opening the door and kicking off my shoes before walking straight to the stairs. I take off the sweater and pants right beside the unmade bed and slip into it. I press the button to close the blackout curtains at the same time I put a one-hour timer on my phone. I put my head down on the pillow, closing my eyes, and the only thing I can think of is Sofia.
I don’t even know if I nap during the hour, all I know is the alarm rings and I reach over and grab it, turning it off. I turn on my back and open my Instagram, where I pull up Sofia’s name. It says this account is private and it’s giving me the blue button option to follow her, again. I press follow, and it lets me know that it’s been requested.
I shake my head, bringing up my call log again and pressing the phone logo right next to her name. It rings three times before she finally answers it, and truth be told, I thought she wouldn’t. “Hello,” she answers.
“Where are you?” I ask as I throw the covers off me, pressing the button for the shades so some light comes in.
“On my spaceship headed to the moon.” She shocks the fuck out of me, and all I can do is throw my head back and laugh.
“Fuck, you’re funny.” I get up, holding the phone to my ear with my shoulder as I get dressed.
“Do you want to come to my house for dinner?” I ask, even though it’s a wasted question.
“No.” She doesn’t even skip a beat with that answer.
“Shocker.” I laugh. “Okay, I’ll come to you.”
“Ugh, why?” she questions. “There is no reason for us to have another meal together.”
“We need to talk,” I tell her, thinking about what my father said.
“We already did,” she says, her voice going soft. “We spoke twice or was it three times? Either way, we said what we had to say.”
“I thought of other things to say,” I inform her. “Are you at work? Do you want me to swing by there and pick you up?”
“If I was at work,” she starts, and I put the sweater over my head, “how would I get to work tomorrow if you picked me up?”
I walk down the stairs and chuckle. “I’d drive you to work,” I state as she groans. “Either way, I get to see you again.”
“Matthew,” she grumbles in frustration.
“Sofia,” I counter, my voice going soft, “one more dinner.”
“Why don’t I believe you?” she huffs.
“Why do you keep denying my follow request on Instagram?” I ask as I grab my keys and head out the door.
“Because there isn’t a reason to accept it. It’s for my really, really close friends.”
“How close do we have to be?” I ask, getting in my car.
“You have to know certain things about me,” she challenges.
“Go,” I tell her.
“Favorite color.”
“Blue, but not a light blue like the sky, a darker blue like navy but not so dark that it looks like black.” I smile when she doesn’t tell me I’m wrong. “Next?”
“Favorite food?” she asks, not telling me my answer was wrong.
“Depends,” I tell her. “On a lazy day you like pretty much anything your grandmother cooks. On a quiet date night, you like either steak or salmon, you can do either, sometimes both. When you are out drinking, definitely a cheeseburger with bacon, loaded. The greasier the better. You like fries, your favorite kind are crinkle cut, with ketchup.”
“You’re annoying,” she says, and I can’t help but laugh.
“Favorite person in the whole world?” she says, thinking she can trick me.
“If it isn’t your horse,” I start, “it has to be either Grandpa Billy or Grandma Charlotte.”
“Goodbye,” she says and hangs up as soon as I pull up to her house and see her car is there.
I jog up the steps and ring the bell, hearing her walking toward the door. “The person you are trying to reach is not at home,” she announces behind the closed door. “Please go away.”
I knock on the door. “I have to answer more questions to make sure you accept my follow request on Instagram.”
“If I accept you, will you leave?” she asks, and I put my hands on the doorframe leaning in.
“What fun would that be?” I prod when I hear the lock turn and the door opens. She stands in loose-fitting pants with a matching long-sleeved sweater that falls off her shoulder, which is bare and begs to be kissed. “Hi,” I greet, moving in before she slams the door in my face.
She closes the door behind me, and I turn to face her. Her back is to the door, her hair loose like I love it. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I state right before I take her face in my hands and then run my hands into her hair. My lips lower onto hers, my cock getting hard the second her tongue touches mine. I’m lying. My cock was hard the minute she opened the door.
“You can’t do that,” she says when I let her lips go, her voice in a whisper as she slowly opens her lips.
“Do what?” I ask as I push myself even more into her. I rub my nose with hers and bend to kiss her again.
“Say things like that,” she explains. “Tell me I’m beautiful. Kiss me when you want. Friends don’t talk and do things like that.”
“I’m not your friend,” I assure her right before my lips claim hers again. This time she arches her back into me as her hands go around my neck and into my hair. My hands slide out of her hair, and one wraps around her waist as I push her into the door. We both groan when she must feel my cock. I lift her by the waist and she wraps her legs around my hips.
“Sofia,” I whisper her name, “I didn’t come here for this.” I bite her lower lip.
“Then what did you come here for?” she asks, and I see her eyes have gotten a touch darker.
“I came just to be with you,” I tell her the truth. “I came because I can’t stay away from you.” I attack her neck, sucking in. “I came because all I want to do is be with you. I’ll take anything you have to throw at me, just so you know. I’m not going anywhere, Sofia.”
My lips crash to hers as I turn and walk up the stairs. I don’t know what is going to happen, but whatever it is, I want her lying down, and I want to be able to see everything. I make my way down the hall to the only open door, stepping in and seeing it’s definitely her bedroom. Her bed is made, of course, her throw pillows at the top of the bed. The little love seat sits in front of the bed.
“Bed or couch?” I ask, taking my lips away from hers as she slides off me and stands in front of me.
“I don’t care,” she says, putting her hands on her hips and getting up on her tippy-toes to kiss under my chin before she slides her hands under my shirt. My body shivers under her touch at the same time my body becomes more alive than it has in years. It’s as if my body was asleep and one touch from her and it was on again.
“Kiss me,” she whispers, and I do exactly that. My lips meet hers, my tongue slides with hers at the same time she is fisting my shirt, moving the material up my chest. The kiss starts off slow, but it ends with us fighting each other to get the kiss deeper. She lets go of my lips to pull the shirt over my head. “One for one,” she hisses as my hand flies to the hem of her shirt, ripping it over her head and seeing her standing there with nothing fucking on. Her perfect tits just open to me, her nipples perky and begging to be sucked, bitten, and pulled.
“Fuck,” is the only thing I can say as my hands come up on their own and palm one in each hand. My head goes down as I take one in my mouth, biting down right before I suck it between my lips. Sofia hisses, and when I look up, her eyes are closed. I move from one nipple to the next doing the same thing.
Her hand comes up to my head, her finger pushing the cap to the floor where my shirt is and so is hers. I trail my tongue from her nipple to the middle of her chest and down her stomach, bending onto my knees in front of her. Kissing her stomach, my hands are on her hips, and in one fluid motion, her pants are around her ankles.
She stands there in the tiniest pair of panties I’ve ever seen in my life. The white lace shows everything to me, including the little landing strip she always has. My hands squeeze her hips tight, making sure she doesn’t go anywhere. “Are you wet for me?” I ask, my eyes on her landing strip. My hands pull her to me as my nose rubs against her clit. “I want to savor this.” My voice is clear and tight, my cock straining to get out and in her. “But, fuck.” My tongue comes out to lick her through her panties, the sound of us both moaning fills the room.
“More,” she pleads, her head falling down as she watches me move my hand from her hip to the side of her panties, pushing them aside. Her breath hitches right before my tongue licks between her folds. “Yes,” she hisses, right after my tongue turns around her clit in circles, round and round, right before sucking it in. Her legs open just a touch more, giving me more access. “More,” she begs and the hand holding her panty to the side is now opening her folds up so I can slide two fingers into her.
“Yes,” she hisses again as my fingers move in and out of her, her hips meeting me halfway. Her pussy squeezes my fingers, and fuck if it isn’t heaven. “I need more,” she says and I know what she needs. Sofia and I did a lot of things really, really well, but what we did exceptionally well was not be shy when it came to the bedroom.
If I wanted her to suck my cock, all I had to do was ask. If she wanted it hard and fast, all she had to do was ask. We dated for two years, and after one week, I slid into her; from that day we used to have sex twice a day, sometimes more. I knew every single inch of her body. I knew every single freckle she had. I knew what every single touch meant and now was no different. She wanted it hard and she wanted it fast, and I was going to give her what she wanted.
I get up off my knees and wrap my arm around her waist, picking her up.
“How do you want it?” I ask, looking down at her as she smiles at me.
“Hard and fast,” she says, and I laugh.
“You were getting it hard and fast to begin with,” I tell her, my mouth devouring hers as she wraps her legs around me, trying to get even closer to me. Our mouths are in a frenzy to get deeper into the kiss. I put my knee on the bed and set her down, falling on top of her, my hands by her head holding me up by my elbows. Her legs are still wrapped around my hips, but her hands are now going to my pants. She pushes them over my hips, my cock springing free. Her hands grip the base of my cock and I moan but her mouth swallows the sound. She moves her hand up and down my shaft before I break the kiss. “At this point, it’s going to be really fast,” I warn her, but instead of listening to me, she just attacks my mouth.
“Less talking.” She moves away from my mouth, nipping at my jaw. “More.” She moves her panties to the side, rubbing my cock up and down her slit. “After you fuck me, I’m going to clean you up.” She places my cock at her entrance. “But only if you fuck me like you mean it.”
“Challenge accepted,” I tell her, slamming into her in one fucking move, my balls slapping against her ass. My pants are in the middle of my thighs, but I don’t give a shit. I have one goal and one goal only, to fuck my girl hard and fast. I pull out until the tip and then slam back into her. Her back arches off the bed as she slides her hand between us. “Legs,” I demand of her and she lifts her legs to drape over my shoulders. I press into her harder than before, the sound of skin slapping fills the room, along with her moan every single time my balls slap against her ass.
“Right there,” she moans.
“Eyes,” I tell her, and she opens her eyes to look at me, “watch me fuck you.” She looks down between us, my cock hammering into her while her finger strums her clit faster and faster. I can feel that she’s almost there. I bite back my own orgasm as her pussy grips me so tight I don’t think I will be able to pull out, but I do. She is fucking soaking my cock, dripping down my balls. Her eyes close as I pound into her faster and faster. My thrusts become shorter and shorter until I pull out and plant my cock all the way in her.
“I’m close,” I declare, pulling out this time slowly as she comes down from her orgasm. “Where do you want it?”
“Where do you want to put it?” she asks, her hips lifting to match my thrusts. “My mouth?” she asks. “My tits?” She rolls her nipples for me. “Or inside me?”
Fuck, all three end with me winning. “My mouth,” she finally decides, “to clean you up.” I slam into her one more time, then pull out. She sits on her ass, her mouth swallowing my cock. Her legs spread to the side of me, leaving her open.
Her hand grips my cock, moving up and down. My arm leans down and slides two fingers into her. “Gonna fuck you with my fingers,” I tell her as she cleans herself off me, “the same time you suck my cock and we both come.” Her eyes look at me while she jerks me off faster and faster. My fingers are fucking her just as fast. “Take it,” I tell her as she swallows me to the back of her throat. “I’m there.” I know she’s going to swallow whatever I give her but giving her the choice. “Come on my fingers,” I instruct her and she moves her hips up to meet my fingers, her moan vibrating on my cock as I come down her throat. I come like I’ve never come before in my life. She fucking swallows every single last drop and groans when I slide my fingers out of her.
“Now that,” I observe as I hold her face in my hands, “was hard and fast.” I kiss her lips and she smirks at me.
“I don’t know about you.” She licks my lower lip back and forth. “But I think we can do it harder.” Her hand works my softening cock. “I want you naked.” She licks the tip of my cock, while one hand tries to push the pants lower on my legs.
“I’ll take off my pants when you let my cock go,” I tell her, and she looks up at me and pouts. “After that, I’m going to lie down in the middle of your bed. You’re going to work my cock,” I inform her, getting off the bed and kicking my pants away from me. “And while you do that, you are going to slide that sweet-ass pussy on my face.” She closes her legs at her knees. “Panties off,” I order her, lying down on the bed, “and get up here and sit on my face.”