He lets out a tortured groan. The sound vibrates through my core, and my hips jerk against him. Jesus. His desperation to taste me makes my head swim with desire like I’ve never felt.
“You okay?” he asks, glancing up, smirking like he already knows the answer. I nod, eager for an encore. Those eyes hold mine as he hooks his fingers in the waistband of my underwear. I lift my hips, letting him slide them all the way down my legs. He tosses them aside and licks his lips like I’m something he intends to savor. His tongue slides between my folds, and he rumbles again, pressing my thighs wider to make room for his broad shoulders. Lights pop behind my eyes and shivers run through my body. I tangle my fingers in his hair and let my head fall back against the seat.
“Look at me.” His command resonates in my core, and I lift my head, trying to keep my eyes from rolling back in my skull as he picks up the pace.
Matt’s eyes never leave mine. He licks and swirls every inch of me, his tongue doing things I’m pretty sure aren’t even humanly possible. I can’t look away. Can’t miss a second of this. The sight of him on his knees, his warm hands on my thighs… Jesus, this is so much better than I ever thought it would be. I run my hands through his hair, and for just this moment, the world washes away. It’s just me and Matt in this dark cocoon of pleasure.
Need burns inside me, building and building, until I can’t think through the haze. My hips move against his hold, an iron fist squeezing every muscle in my body, making it impossible to be still. He lifts my hips against his mouth like he’s feasting on me. He buries his tongue inside me and a swirling, pulling, tugging ecstasy overtakes my body.
My thighs clamp shut around his ears and he growls, the sound muffled, as I fall right out of my body. I float on a tidal wave of pleasure. The tension that has been squeezing my body lets go, exploding out of me in a supernova.
It goes on forever. Matt keeps working me with his tongue, refusing to ease up until the pleasure becomes too much. I laugh, trying to squirm out of his grasp. Matt gives me one long, slow lick, a devilish smirk crinkling the corners of his eyes as the tip of his tongue flicks over my clit with breathtaking accuracy.
I squeal at the jolt that runs through my body, a lightning bolt of overwhelming pleasure. I twist my fingers in his hair and pull him away, clamping my thighs shut. “No more!” I laugh, my body melting into the leather upholstery.
The limo comes to a stop, and I sit up, peering out the window. “Shit,” Matt mutters, coming to the same conclusion as me. We’re back at the school. “Is that your car?” he asks, brows furrowed.
Oh. Maybe we’re not coming to the same conclusion…
My ancient Chevy sits alone in the empty lot, a stark and dented reminder of the vast differences that lie between us.
“Yes,” I answer, purposefully raising my chin. Sure, one door doesn’t match the rest of the faded maroon paint. And yeah, I had to duct tape the bumper back on after it fell off on a particularly tight clover-leaf exit last week.
“Is it safe?” Matt asks, looking at my jalopy dubiously.
“Safe enough,” I retort. I’m a grown ass woman and I work hard for the little I have. My car runs. It does its job, and I really don’t care if it doesn’t live up to Matt’s expectations. Besides, it’s not like I could afford a new one.
I have to budget my ramen if I want to keep both the lights and water on each month. I don’t have someone to drive me around in cars so new they still smell like a dealership. I can’t even fathom a life like his, though I bet it’s nice. Limos, skyboxes, and throwing money around like it’s nothing more than old socks.
I tug my dress back up, doubt creeping through my veins like ice water. I can’t believe I just went to third base in a moving car, with a billionaire, no less. Who even am I? I reach for my underwear, lying in a crumpled pile on the floor of the limo, but Matt snags them first.
“Give me my underwear,” I say, avoiding his eyes.
“No,” he says simply. I glance up and catch him frowning softly.
“Fine, keep them as a souvenir, I guess.” I feel so incredibly stupid. What was I thinking? This man sneezes and makes more money than I do in a month, but that doesn’t mean he can look down on me or judge the way I live my life.
“Whoa… what just happened?” he asks. “Sixty seconds ago, you were coming on my tongue. Enthusiastically.”
I feel the blood rush to my face; the blush scorching my cheeks as insecurity gnaws at my insides. I want to run. I want to get in my beater of a car and drive until the tank is empty.
9
MATT
“There’s nothing wrong with my car,” Chelsea says, trying to snag her panties out of my hand, but I’m not letting go. I pull them out of her reach, eliciting a truly impressive glare from her.
“I never said there was.” I’m flummoxed. How in the hell did we even get here? All I did was ask if the damn car was safe. It sure as fuck doesn’t look safe. It’s literally held together with tape. “Is this really about the car?” I ask, something nagging at the back of my mind.
“Yes. No—kind of.” Chelsea still won’t meet my eye and it’s unnerving me. Almost as much as that answer does.
“Well, that clears that up,” I joke, swinging her panties from my pointer finger.
“I just…” Chelsea swallows hard and runs a hand through her hair. “I’ve never done anything like this.”
“Neither have I,” I counter.
She makes a scoffing sound in the back of her throat. “I find that hard to believe,” she mutters.