Page 56 of Imperfections Seduced
“Matt, I think I’m drunk. Are you?”
“No. I have a buzz. You taste good.”
I’m not sure if it’s the drinks or the way he’s making me feel with his tongue against my ear. I’m breathing hard and my stomach’s doing little flips. Pressed securely against his body, I lick my suddenly dry lips. Parting his lips, bending down, he runs his tongue over the same spot; pressing his lips against mine, he moves his tongue against them.
“Can I taste you, Cat?”
“You already did.”
“Should I stop?”
“No.”
Right there in the middle of the dance floor he slideshis tongue inside my mouth, taking me over, fogging my mind. The feel of him sweeping the inside of my mouth feels good. “Mmm.” I can’t help but moan into his mouth when his hands move down to my ass and he presses me up against his erection. Matt suddenly pulls away, grabs my hand, and leads me through the crowd to the back of the club into a room and locks the door. I only see a desk, two plush wood-framed chairs, and a couch in the corner.
“Where are we?” I ask looking around the dimly lit room.
“I know the owner; this is his office.”
“Should we be in here?”
“He won’t mind. Come here.”
When I walk to him, I can see the heat in his eyes. He puts his hands on my hips and pulls me up against his body. Matt slants his lips over my mouth and runs his tongue against mine. I place my hands on his rock hard bicepses as I move them onto his shoulders and wrap them around his neck, taking his tongue into my mouth and gently sucking.
He moans and lifts me up by my waist, placing me on the edge of the desk. Easing my legs open with his hand, I feel heat rush to my center and pool between my legs, making my underwear damp. His hand brushes up and down against my underwear, making my breathing speed up. Something in the back of my mind says I should stop him, but his hand feels good and warm against my swollen flesh, making me want more.
“You’re wet,” he says against my lips. “Do you want me to stop?”
My brain and heart are telling me yes. My head is going up and down, saying yes, but the rest of my body—including my mouth—is saying no. I’m at war with myself when I should let go and let this happen.
He moves my underwear to the side and slips his middle finger inside me. I grab him by the hair and moan into his mouth, bringing myself against the palm of his hand while he curls his finger inside me. I keep one hand around his neck while he’s devouring my mouth with his, putting his hand around the back of my neck, laying me down on top of the desk. I spread my legs farther apart and put one up on the desk to give him more access. Slowly, he slips his middle finger out of me and slides two back in.
“You feel incredible. So tight. Do you want me to stop?”
“No, don’t stop.”
“Don’t stop?”
“No, please don’t stop.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me again, do you want me to stop?”
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“Matt, don’t stop.”
Taking his hand from my neck, he pulls my shirt up over my breasts and pulls my bra down under them. Licking a wet circle over my exposed nipple then covering it with his mouth, he sucks and swirls and follows the same motion as his fingers buried deep inside of me. I’m breathing hard and clinging to his shoulders. He pulls out of me slowly and smears my wetness around the insides of my folds. He moves to my clit and rubs it mercilessly at the same time he’s sucking my other breast into his mouth.
“Matt,” I moan, feeling the pressure building at the spot he’s rubbing, biting down on my lips.
“I know, baby, let it happen.”
