Page 62 of The Third Girl

Me:I’d rather you be the one to check.

Matt:Damn. Dished it right back to me.

A soft tapping at my door twenty seconds later has all the breath whooshing from my lungs. The door creaks open, and Matt pokes his head in, one brow arched. “I’m never sleeping now,” he rasps.

A slow smile tugs at my cheeks. “Me neither.”

He smirks, coming in, and closes the door behind him. As he leans back against it, I take him in. His chest is bare, all hard lines and chiseled muscle, and as my eyes wander farther south, he’s wearing a pair of gray joggers that hang indecently low on his hips. My swallow is audible as my gaze centers on the bulge at the front of his pants.

“Do you mind if I hang out here with you for a while? I can show you more of my favorite memes.” He sets the baby monitor down on the nightstand along with his phone.

Without thinking, I blurt, “If you show me yours, I’ll show you mine.” My face flushes at the full-on flirt I just launched at him. “Oh,” I moan, embarrassed. “I didn’t just say that.”

“Like hell you didn’t.” And then he grins at me, shaking his head with amusement as he pulls back the covers and slips under them with me. It occurs to me that Matt and I have never actually fooled around in a bed together. The side of his Bronco, the shower, the couch—but never in a bed. The warmth of his body envelops me as he pulls my back to his front and immediately nuzzles in, kissing my neck. He’s quick to explore my body; his hands squeeze my breasts, drift over my stomach, clutch at my hip, and fondle my ass. It’s the sweetest form of torture.

After only a moment’s hesitation, I grasp the hem of the same Smashing Pumpkins T-shirt I wore the day we met at the park and pull it over my head, tossing it away from us. Awareness dawns that I’m mostly naked, only my underwear remaining.

Matt lets out a groan, his eyes drinking in my body, then crawls over me, rolling me to my back. He captures my wrists in one of his hands and holds them over my head in his firm grip. His eyes stay on mine as he lowers his mouth to feast on my breasts, licking them before teasing each peak in turn. I shudder with want. The sight of what he’s doing to me sends me reeling. Matt’s mouth sucking on my nipple. His tongue massaging it. His teeth dragging lightly over the sensitized skin. I want to feel his touch everywhere. I want to be consumed by him.

As if reading my mind, he begins a slow descent, blazing a path down the valley between my breasts before skimming lips over to one hip, nipping at it. He gives it a leisurely lick immediately after, checking for my response.

My arms strain against the hand that’s still holding them both, and I let out a moan in answer. I thrust my hips upwards, my body knowing exactly what it wants.

His gaze catches mine as his lips coast over my belly, then dips his velvet tongue into my navel. “Sweet. Every bit of you is fucking sweet,” he growls. He takes a few seconds for his hot gaze to follow the path over my torso he’s already taken with his mouth before he lets go of my hands, only to grasp the sides of my thong, and slide the scrap of material over my ass and down my legs. “You still want me to check on this for you?” He puts pressure on my clit with the pads of his fingers, making my back bow off the bed.

“I do.” A breathless gasp rips from my throat.Oh, God.My heart jumps wildly in anticipation of what’s coming next.

He holds his lip clamped between his teeth. “Don’t worry. If you’re not wet enough, I’ll take care of that for you.” He pats my thigh. “Spread your legs for me.”

Heat flows through me as I let my legs fall open, showing him all of me.

As Matt kneels there, he smooths his hands along my inner thighs from my knees all the way down, stopping just shy of where my body pulses, waiting to be touched. He settles between my legs, his face right there at my pussy. I have to look away. Seeing his face down there sends sparks skittering along my limbs, but also delivers delicious, heavy throbs of arousal to all my most sensitive places. It’s like my heart beats in my breasts, in my clit, and in my pussy. I feel needy and weak for him, and I’d do anything to have him touch me.

My brain clouds, coherent thought impossible as lust rolls heavily through my body. Matt kisses the tender flesh of my inner thigh. His tongue flicks out, then drags up the crease in my leg. My breath stutters. He inhales, then growls, the sound reverberating through his chest.

“The scent of you fills my head. It has me wanting to do so many unspeakable things to you. It’s fucking intoxicating.”

I swallow hard, wanting to give back as good as I’m getting, but I’m afraid Matt may have way more experience in this department. “Am I wet enough for all those things?”

He chuckles, turning his face to nip at the other thigh. “Almost. Maybe. I’ll check for sure.” Pushing my legs farther open, he inhales again, his lips barely grazing over my opening.

My body jerks at the contact, and I cry out. It’s a choked whimper that should embarrass me, but with Matt, I only feel heat and desire. I want him to fuck me again, but I think he has other plans first.

He drags his lips lightly over my opening. It’s like he’s testing me. And I don’t know if the amount of moaning and squirming around that I’m doing is a pass or a fail.

“Matt, are you teasing me?” I gasp out, my body more than ready for anything he wants to do. I spread my legs wider, shifting closer.

“No. I just know this is the first time I get to do this with you. And I want to remember every second of how your body reacts to me.” Slowly, he leans in, licking at my clit with the flat of his tongue. The warm, wet sensation is unreal, and I let out another startled cry, slapping my hand over my mouth.

With wide eyes, I watch as he laps at the swollen bud, then on a groan covers the entire area with his mouth, and sucks hard. Pleasure streaks through me, potent and wicked. “Oh my God,” I say from behind my hand as I writhe, throwing my head back. My body isn’t my own anymore. It’s his. All his.

“Eyes right here, baby.” He flicks at my clit with his tongue as our gazes connect, then licks all around my opening. “I’m going to make you feel so good.” And then it’s on as he feverishly feasts on me, spearing his tongue inside me while sucking on the engorged, needy flesh. He looks like a starving man the way he’s devouring me. Hot, wet kisses rain down over every square inch of my pussy. And the entire time his eyes blaze as he holds our stare, as if he wants me to know, to remember this moment when he rocked my world right off its axis. Because that’s what he’s doing. I’m in a free fall, completely at his mercy.

He slips two fingers inside me, stroking and curling them to apply friction and pressure to a particular spot that has my lower half coming off the bed.

“God, Matt.” I thrash my head against the pillow, knowing full well it’s going to wreak havoc on my hair, but I can’t find it in me to care at all. I want him to keep going, to keep doing all the things that are making me come undone.

Tension winds tight in my lower belly, and the beginning shimmer of an orgasm teases at the edges of my sanity. My face is hot, my brain is melting, and I think I’m going to explode any second.

When I moan again, this time loudly, and without the benefit of my hand covering my mouth, Matt looks up and winks. “That’s it, baby. By the way, you weren’t wet. You were soaked. I can’t get enough of you. Give me everything, Sky.”

I tremble at his words, and then that tremble becomes a full-on shake as the coil in my belly unfurls and releases. I grasp his hair with both hands and hold on tight as the orgasm rolls through me, rocking against his face and that tongue. Oh God, his tongue. I feel delirious with the pleasure that roars through my body. I’ve never felt like this in my entire life.

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