Page 14 of A Kickin' Karate Christmas
Now that I’d had a taste of him, I wanted more. I drew a deep breath. “Do you want to come inside?”
“What about Emerson?”
If that kiss hadn’t already forced me to accept the fact that my attraction to him was something more than physical then that question would have done the trick. The few people I’d attempted to date since my failed relationship with Becca had never viewed my daughter as a priority. A few of them had gotten upset when I wouldn’t invite them over when she was home, because I didn’t want to confuse her by having people coming in and out of her life that weren’t going to stay.
“She’s with Becca this weekend.” Meaning I was home alone. There was nothing to interrupt us, nothing to keep us from crossing the line. It was probably the reason I shouldn’t have invited him in, but how could I stop myself? Not after that kiss. “So, are you coming in?”
He nodded slowly, and I turned around to let us in.
I was nervous, and I knew he could feel it. He seemed nervous, too. He kept wiping his hands on his jeans. I didn’t know if Ishould take him to the living room or my bedroom. The idea of having him in my bedroom was tempting, but it seemed too forward. What if it made things weird? I led him to the living room.
My laptop was open on the table by my couch, exactly how I’d left it minutes before when he knocked at the door. It was strange how quickly my night had changed. I’d spent the day cleaning my apartment. I was just settling in for a too quiet night of getting ahead of my work for the week. It was the standard weekend when Emerson was gone. Until Mat kissed me on the porch, I had been content with my night’s plans.
Now it felt like it wasn’t enough. It was embarrassing for Mateo to see how little I had going on in my life.
I closed my laptop and sat down on the couch. Mat sat down next to me, his leg pressed against mine. It reminded me of the night we’d spent working together. I’d wanted to kiss him then, but I hadn’t. I’d been too aware of the risks and the fact that Emerson was asleep down the hall. I hadn’t done anything other than imagine what it might feel like to give into the temptation offered by the younger man.
I knew now, and I couldn’t fight the temptation any longer.
It took less than a minute of sitting there with awkward silence and sexual tension filling the air between us for me to kiss him again. He reacted immediately, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me closer. He kissed me with the same confidence he had on the porch, controlling the pressure of his tongue. The press of his hands had me laying back. He draped his body over mine like a weighted blanket.
The kiss grew hotter and hotter as our hands began to explore, sliding under each other’s shirts. His hands were warm, and they traced shapes on the small of my back. I could feel his muscles under my fingertips, and it only made the kiss hotter. It fueled the fire now raging inside me and made the hungry beast he’dawakened demandmore. I pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the ground.
He lifted his body from mine, and I drank in the sight of him. I reached out and traced the thick black symbols on the right side of his torso.
“What do they mean?”
He slid his hand down my arm and took my hand, leading them over each Japanese symbol as he gave each definition. “Discipline. Confidence. Self-control. Excellence.” He leaned down and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. “Not doing so great on one of those right now.”
“If it’s excellence, I have to disagree.”
“Self-control,” he laughed.
I traced the symbol he said meant self-control and watched as he shuddered, exhaling a shaky sigh. “It’s overrated.”
“Don’t tell my student’s that.”
“Never,” I promised.
He lifted the hem of my tee shirt. “Do you have any tattoos?”
I leaned up onto my elbows and let him remove the shirt, exposing my bare chest. “No, but you can do a full body search to make sure.”
“I might have to do that,” he whispered, leaning over to kiss my exposed nipple.
My back arched immediately, trying to grant him better access. Holy shit, he had a talented tongue. It flicked over my nipple while his hand began to pinch and fondle the other. I let out a quiet moan, and then he did it again. “You like that?” he asked after he drew another slightly louder sound from my lips.
“Yes,” I groaned. I really did like that. I liked it more when he began to kiss down my bare chest, slowly moving south to the bulge growing in my sweatpants. My heart pounded in my chest because I knew what was going to happen next. I knew this wasa bad idea. It was wrong, and maybe it was something I would regret.
But damned if I could stop now.
He tugged down my sweats, leaving me exposed. He looked at me hungrily, like he wanted to consume me. The feeling was mutual, and it grew with the first touch of his tongue to my cock. He licked a stripe up my shaft, and I exhaled another shaky breath. “Holy damn.”
The words urged him forward. He began to tease me with his tongue and hands, working in tandem as he swallowed me down. If I thought his tongue was talented on my nipples, it was nothing like what he was doing with my dick now. It was one of the best blowjobs I’d ever had, and the entire time, he kept his eyes on me. I didn’t feel exposed the way I did when anyone else looked at me with my dick in their mouth.
It felt personal. Intimate.
It felt like he saw me as he took me apart with his tongue, the parts of me that I kept away from everyone else. He saw them and he accepted them, swallowed them down with the same ease as he swallowed down my cock now.
