Rockstar Lost

After the night I had told Matt about Amberleigh, we had become even closer. It was strange but it worked. Matt has slept with me every night since then, although nothing physical has happened in that way.

I didn’t know exactly what we were yet but it was bordering on more than friends at the moment but we also knew not to get too close too fast.

The only problem is that was hard to do. At our school’s Christmas Costume party/dance, he convinced me I should go as Cleopatra since I was into Archeology and he was going to go as a mummy. That idea was shoved out the window when he couldn’t walk with the tons of toilet paper wrapped around him. So instead, he let me apply Zombie makeup and some plastic skin for added effects. Even with all the makeup, college girls still gravitated to him like a magnet.

I easily felt my jealousy rising to an unbearable peak but I played it cool and tried not to make a scene. Then there was Mallory, a snooty chick that I had history class with who was trying a little too hard to get Matt’s attention. Hell, she was basically trying to give him a lap dance standing up. And trust me; he wasn’t enjoying her snow bunny outfit either.

Walking over, I pulled him to the snack bar with me and he was eternally grateful. Mallory glared at me but soon off to find some other guy to rub her boobs against.

Later that night, we exchanged small gifts at the apartment. He unwrapped his gift, which was more of a gag gift than anything, and chuckled. Holding up the boxers, he promised he would wear them one day for me. After sitting them aside, he opened a smaller box that contained a gift card to Applebee’s. Matt thanked me and gave me a hug before handing me a small box.
I was confused as to what it could be but opened it anyways.

Inside was a heart shaped locket on a silver matching chain. There were Angel wings for the cover and when I opened it up, there were two places for pictures.

“I thought this would help you keep your baby close to you at all times,” Matt said, watching me carefully in case I didn’t like it.

“Matt, i-it’s perfect but how…?”

“Well, I had the help of Michael and Corey so I can’t say it was all me; just my idea.”

“This is just so awesome, thank you!” I gave him a hug and had him help clasp it around my neck.

The next event was New Years and of course we went to Aloha Grill again since it was familiar and close to Corey’s apartment (ironically) in case we were too drunk to drive.

We partied and drank and danced and did everything you could just about imagine. Milan, Jennifer and I all danced with each other somewhat provocatively and I laughed when Jennifer tripped on her own foot. Luckily I caught her in time or she would have been in the floor.

Eventually Matt and the guys stepped in and enjoyed doing some of the grinding as well. All cares were out the window when I danced with Matt and wrapped my arms around his muscled neck. He didn’t mind and held my hips as he gently pressed against them.

Blame it on the alcohol, but this stirred up old feelings that had lain dormant for a while. I was in a room with no one except Matt after that. I stared into his hazel eyes with such intensity that any man with eyes could tell what I wanted.

He slowly leaned down to kiss me, placing his lips to mine for a lingering second and he pulled away an inch or so before coming back. I kissed him back and put my hand at the bottom of his neck, never wanting him to stop. He obliged and slid his tongue over my lower lips, causing me to open my mouth but I had enough of him taking control.

I lightly bit his lower lip and he moaned quietly but I felt it in his chest. Not waiting for his permission, I found his tongue and softly held it between my teeth. He chuckled as much as he could like this and I let go. He gave me a quick few pecks before pulling away from me.

I protested as we pulled further away. “Riley, I’m going to go and get us some drinks, I’ll be right back.”

The world came spinning back and I realized the song had stopped and the DJ had announced he was taking a break. Jennifer came up to me with a grin on her face that would have gave Al Bundy a run for his money.

“So what was that?” She asked, not hiding her curiosity at all.

“What?” I asked playing dumb.

“You know what now don’t give me that. You were practicing for tongue wars back there.”

“I just got caught up in the music and alcohol, Jen,” I replied.

“Yeah, sure babe. You’re not fooling anyone around here. I wouldn’t be surprised if you guys were sleeping together after tonight,” she said, her grin returning as she walked over towards the bar. Halfway there, she met Matt and smacked him on the ass as he passed.

I just gave him a sorry look and he shrugged. “Here you go.” Matt placed a clear glass in front of me and I wondered what he ordered me. “It’s water and before you protest, the bartender said last call was coming up soon. My mother always said that two glasses of water before you go to sleep with two Advil and you wouldn’t have a hangover.”

“Thanks. What time is it getting to be?” I asked.

“About two-thirty.”

Later that night, after I called a cab, we were dropped off at my apartment. I would call Corey in the morning so he and Jennifer could bring over my car so that was taken care of. Matt made sure I didn’t topple over the stairs as we made it to the door and I found the key.

Inside, we quickly took turns getting a shower and I was glad Matt made me drink the water because I was starting to sober up. I couldn’t imagine Matt steadying me while I showered. Just the thought of it made me get Goosebumps.

Once in bed, I turned over to him and that feeling returned when I saw his perfect lips. I nudged closer to him and lightly kissed them. I thought he was asleep but to my surprise he wasn’t and kissed me back.

It was almost like a repeat of the bar, just in my bed. His actions became more quick and sure, telling me he wanted this as much as I did. He climbed over me and I suddenly became nervous. It wasn’t about what I was doing, it was more of what if he doesn’t like it or am I good enough?

He must have sensed my doubtful fears because he stopped and looked at me like he was the one on trial. “Is this what you want or do you want me to stop and we can just go to bed?” he asked.

“No, I want this. Really I do, but I haven’t really been with anyone in a while, so I’m a bit nervous,” I admitted.

He chuckled. “Riley, you don’t have to be nervous around me. You’re perfect and I couldn’t find a flaw, other than it doesn’t take a lot to get you drunk.”

I couldn’t help but to laugh at his statement, which was true. He laughed as well and continued. “No, seriously, I don’t have any preconceived notions of what’s going to happen. Sure, I‘ve thought about it to be honest but it doesn’t matter because that’s a thought, not flesh and reality. So, if you think this is too fast too soon, then we’ll quit.”

I could honestly say I loved this man. Yeah, it’s only been two months or so but I genuinely meant it. “No, I want you. Now, here, and together.”

He smiled and started to kiss me, which he then traveled to my jaw and down my neck. I rose up slightly so I could pull my shirt off but he quickly took over, slowly lifting it up my arms. Once it was discarded, I thought it was only fair that his come off too.

I tugged at the bottom of it and he pushed my hands away, saying he could do it quicker. After he tossed it aside, I traced his tattoos only to have him shiver at my touch. I grinned and set up, kissing his toned stomach. I had wanted to do this since the moment I saw him shirtless but I never expected to be able to.

Being the dominant one, he gently pushed me back and started kissing my chest where my bra didn’t cover. I suppressed a moan but couldn’t hold it when he squeezed through the fabric and hit a sensitive spot.

He grinned and continued to roam his hands over my exposed torso. He came down to my bellybutton, where I have it pierced and flicked his tongue over it a few times. It tickled a bit and I couldn’t help but to giggle.

My laughter was short when he traced an old small stretch mark that decided to show up after my pregnancy. I pushed his hand away in embarrassment but he ended up pushing mine away.

“Matt…I-…”

“Shhh…don’t worry, I still think you’re beautiful and this Riley, is a tattoo of the greatest gift a woman can give a man. It’s a mark that signifies something beautiful has happened.”

I was silent through his speech and shocked by the end. I almost wanted to cry at his words but didn’t want to ruin the mood. How perfect was this man?

“I…I’m in awe,” I said.

“Don’t be, it’s true,” he said, kissing my stomach like I did his.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime, hun. Now where were we?”

After that, Matt had made his way down to my boy shorts and pressed his hand against my core. I almost stripped us then and there and had my way with him but he didn’t allow it. He moved back up to me and kissed me again, unclasping my bra as he did. Within a minute, the hooks were undone and my boobs sprang free.

I wasn’t huge when it came to my chest but my full C cup seemed to be enough for him. He took each one in a hand and lightly squeezed them before letting out a small moan. A small moan escaped from my lips as well and kissed his open mouth. I nipped at the corner of his bottom lip. He instantly attached his lips to mine. Sucking on his tongue, I started undoing his short strings and slid them down. I let him go enough so he could slid them the rest of the off of his thighs and off the bed.

He pulled the blankets down and grabbed the top of my shorts, eager to rid my body of them.

“No, wait,” he said and made me stop when I went to remove them myself. Matt lifted me up easily and started to slide them down my thighs. When my butt was back on the mattress, he picked up one leg, pulling them off slowly and doing the same with the next. Never had any man been this meticulous about sex in my life.

Even Ricky, who I loved, wasn’t like Matt.

This was something new to me. I felt like a precious jewel being polished.

I was taken out of my thoughts when I felt him start to kiss my thighs. As he drew near my center, I again got goosebumps. I knew what was coming and I wanted it. But he was taking his time and being slow while I was anxious and ready.

When he finally reached his goal, I could feel his breath and I swore I was so turned on.

“I love your underwear, although I won’t be sorry when they’re off.” He pulled them down quicker than he did with my shorts and I was finally free. Before I could say a word, I gasped as he plunged a finger into me.

It didn’t hurt too badly but it had been almost two years since my last boyfriend. He slowly started to pick up the pace and then applied his tongue in ways that made me forget who I was. I couldn’t even think straight from the pleasure I was feeling.

I was quickly reaching my peak but before I did, he sensed it and pulled out, leaving my there to writhe with anticipation. Instead of lying there, I sat back up to return the favor but he again laid me back down, climbing over me and once more cupped my breast, flicking his tongue over my nipple.

I pushed my hands through his short hair and pulled him up to me, kissing his neck and throat. I could feel him positioning himself and he grabbed a pillow from behind me, making me put it under my lower back.

He moved in between my knees and I could feel his tip against my folds, rubbing against me. He gradually pressed further in to my waiting core and I felt like a virgin all over again. He took my breath away. He paused so I could adjust to him and I was sure it would take me forever. I didn’t know if it was because of my lack of sex lately or just him in general.

Eventually, he was able to glide further in and paused again when he was all the way to my center, the magma inside a volcano. I nodded when he gave me a concerned look. He slid out and pressed back in. He started to get into a rhythm and I loved each thrust, throwing my head back and moaning every time he would pound into me. This position was working to his advantage as well; letting out a groan and an occasional “Fuck”. This was heaven, flat out heaven.

As he continued to pump in and out, I felt my climax rise again in my core and my walls were starting to pulsate. “Fuck…Matt…I…I’m…Oh shit!” I screamed as he rode out my climax.

I just kept mumbling unintelligible words until I heard him hiss and shout out my name. He then slowly pulled out after a minute and fell to my left side. Our breaths were uneven and our muscles were limp. I could have fallen asleep right then and there except I needed to clean up. The bed and sheets were somewhat drenched in our sex and I didn’t want to sleep in that.

Getting up, Matt helped me change the bedding where afterwards we both collapsed in each other’s arm, instantly letting sleep consume us.