Chloe Richards (rahrahrawr) wrote in supernextdoor, @ 2012-06-24 14:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | 10.15.11, chloe, chloe and mateo, mateo |
The only girl I want to kiss is you
Who: Chloe and Mateo
What: Cuteness and 'studying'
When: 10.15.11 - Saturday Night
Where: The lion's den
Warnings: NSFW
Her father and Justice were still out at Dante's new restaurant and Gracie and Ana had retreated to Gracie's room for bedtime but Chloe knew they were in there giggling and talking still. It didn't matter much though because it wasn't a school night. Little girls were supposed to stay up all night giggling for slumber parties after all. Charlie was still out with Xander so that meant save for the girls, she and Mateo were alone. They'd been in the living room most of the night, but when the girls headed for Gracie's room, she took Mateo to hers. She knew he didn't like the bright pink across the walls, but he'd get over it. It wasn't like he had to look at the walls all night anyways.
She'd finished up all of her homework for the weekend and was now trying to help Mateo with some of the studying that he had to do. He was sitting on her bed and she was laying on her back and had her head rested in his lap looking up at him. "What do you have to study for now?" she questioned, silently hoping that the last book he'd set aside had been the last.
Mateo smiled, running his fingers through her hair. Surprisingly, Chloe hadn’t been too distracting - they’d both managed to behave for the most part, and having her there to test him on a couple of things had really helped. “I have to read a chapter of this,” holding up one last textbook, “but then I’m done, promise.” He leant down, kissing her softly, losing himself for a moment in the taste of her lips. One more chapter, he told himself sternly. One chapter, and then he could put the books aside and focus on Chloe.
Chloe found that she didn't want to stop kissing him, but she knew he had to get his work done otherwise she was just a distraction and she didn't want to mess anything up for him. Reluctantly she pushed him away. "Okay, Romeo," she teased. "Hurry up and read the chapter so you can get proper kisses."
Matt grinned, stroking her hair back from her face with one hand, opening the textbook with the other. If he couldn’t get more kisses, he could at least pet his girlfriend. His fingers roved slowly through her hair from root to tip, stroking her neck, the curve of her shoulder, before moving back up to start again. He was skim-reading, and he knew it, but the temptation of Chloe kisses was a little too much to bear.
She smiled as he started petting her, closing her eyes and letting herself get lost in the feel of his fingers. Damn that was nice. She tried not to be too much of a distraction and remained quiet, reveling in his touch. She could definitely get used to something like this. Having a boyfriend who was pretty damned amazing.
Mateo finally put down the textbook, closing it with a sigh of relief. “Okay,” he murmured, grinning down at her. “I’m done.” He bent down, kissing her softly and slowly, one ear out for any trouble from Gracie’s room. “Now I’m all yours.” He grinned a little wickedly, stroking his cheek with one finger. And yeah, he pretty much meant that. His jaguar had already decided that he wanted Chloe, and he was more than happy with that arrangement. Snarling at her dad aside, this relationship was off to a pretty good start.
Chloe opened her eyes once he'd kissed her and grinned up at him. "Mmm, I like the sound of that," she murmured. And she did. Her lioness had laid claim to Mateo pretty much the first time she'd seen him but now that he was hers? Yeah, that claim was all the more definite. She sat up and crawled into his lap, curling her arms around his neck and pressing her lips in against his throat.
Mateo slid his arms around Chloe’s waist, hands flat against her back, holding her close. He could definitely get used to this. He hummed softly as Chloe kissed his throat, tilting his head back. His hands stroked slowly down her back, curving over her hips, as he bent his head to kiss her throat in turn. “Mmm, you smell good,” he breathed, nipping at her earlobe gently. She did - a mix of whatever perfume she wore, the scent of her skin, and lion. He nuzzled into her hair, breathing her in, trying to commit that smell to memory.
She smiled at his words, tilting her head a bit so he could kiss her throat properly and then turning it and letting him nip at her earlobe. "You do too," she whispered, pulling back enough to kiss him on the mouth, her own hands sliding back through his hair and clutching at the strands. "Are you sure all of your homework is done?" she asked him.
Purring gently, Mateo’s eyes slipped half-closed as she petted him, fingers stroking through his hair. He was never gonna get tired of how good that felt. “Yeah,” he murmured, nuzzling his nose against hers, teasing her as he almost brushed their lips together, but held back. “All done,” he promised. “You?” She’d been lying on his lap for the last half-hour - but then, she hadn’t had to work all day, so she might have made an early start to it. Aware of the half-open bedroom door, he leaned sideways, bringing Chloe with him until they were laying on her bed, legs tangled, arms around each other. “Mmm, better,” he purred, kissing her again.
"I'm done," she told him, nodding a little and letting him lay down with her on the bed. She could get used to the way he felt close to her, wrapped up in one another. "Much better," she agreed, kissing him in return, her fingers slowly moving through his hair, petting the boy as she kept kissing him. It was his fault she couldn't keep her hands off of him. He was the one being all sexy.
Her petting him like that just made him purr louder, more enthusiastically. He slid his hand down her side, letting it rest on the curve of her hip. With each kiss he edged a little closer, until they were pressed together from head to toe, tight enough that he could feel every inch of her. Of course, that had some slightly embarrassing side-effects...he pulled his hips back a little, not wanting to freak her out. She felt incredible, smelled even better, and the way she was touching him was driving him out of his mind.
Chloe didn't think it was embarrassing. If anything it just made her even more hot for him. Her own hands slid down over his back and then the curve of his ass, pulling his hips back against her. She wanted him to know that she didn't mind. If anything she was pleased she had that effect on him. It was ego boosting to say the least. A little groan escaped her lips against his at the feel of him pressed against her like that. She was torturing herself, and him too honestly, but she doubted he'd mind all that much.
Nope, he definitely didn’t mind. If he was gonna be tortured, being tortured by her was pretty much the best thing he could think of. He moaned softly, arching against her, his fingers tightening on her hip. It had been bad enough kissing her in his car, having her in his lap there...lying on her bed, surrounded by the scent of her, was ten thousand times worse. “God, Queenie,” he murmured hoarsely, nuzzling her cheek, her hair, rubbing his cheek against hers. It wouldn’t mark her the way it would if they were in their animal forms, but still. It calmed his jaguar, a little. “You’re gonna drive me insane, here,” he admitted, achingly hard inside his jeans, feeling like they were strangling him.
"I think that driving you insane isn't so bad," she murmured, fingertips sliding down his chest, and over his stomach. She was tempted to slip them between them further because her father would likely be at least tipsy when he got home and doubtfully would be able to smell anything, even if she teased him more than she was now. She didn't just yet, however, settling on kissing him, nipping at his lower lip and giving it a soft little tug. The door was still open slightly and she wasn't going to get up and close it just yet.
Mateo sucked in a breath as her hand slid down his chest, stopping just above the waistband of his jeans. He could feel the heat of her fingers through the thin cotton of his tshirt, sure that he could practically feel the whorls of her fingertips, branding him. He gently cupped her face in one hand, the other still settled on her hip, his thumb stroking back and forth. He kissed her slowly, hungrily, giving her lower lip an answering nibble, flicking his tongue out to run over her lower lip, soothing the imagined sting.
She wanted to do more. God Chloe wanted to do more. She wanted to touch him, taste him, feel him with every fiber of her being. Too bad she wasn't telekinetic so she could shut the door without having to get up. The girls were too occupied to bother them and her dad wasn't going to be home for a while. Charlie was probably too busy making out with Xander during a movie to be home for a long bit either. "You should not feel this good," she murmured against his mouth, her hips rocking gently against his.
Growling softly, Mateo rocked his hips forward, his thumb sliding under the hem of her tshirt, brushing bare skin. He slid his hand under her shirt, up her back, groaning when he realised she wasn’t even wearing a bra. His kisses grew more urgent, more claiming, Mateo having to fight the urge to roll on top of her, grind down against her until he came. “God, Chloe,” he muttered, taking a ragged breath, “I feel good?” He laughed softly, the sound a little strained, a little desperate. He used the hand on her back to pull her closer, their chests pressed tightly together. “You got no idea how amazing you feel.” He kissed her, a low rumbling murr in his chest as he arched against. “No idea how much I just...I just wanna touch you all over.” And yeah, that was a nice polite way of saying what he wanted to do to her.
"I think I do," she told him, letting her hand slide down further, gripping him through his jeans as she nipped his lip again. "And I think..." she whispered, her voice more hoarse with arousal. "That you should get up and shut the door." She wanted to touch him too, damn it. More than she was even now with a handful of him and denim.
Mateo shuddered as she gripped him through his jeans, his hips jerking forward, cock twitching, trapped behind denim. “Chloe,” he groaned helplessly, “are you sure that’s a good idea?” They were so close to getting carried away already, he’d only been dating her for less than a day...he really wasn’t sure giving them more privacy was a good idea. Not when he was this turned on, when she was wearing so little. The pyjamas she was wearing left so little to the imagination, especially now he’d realised she wasn’t wearing any underwear.
She flushed a little, moving her hand away from him and sliding it back up, a little worried that she looked desperate or like some sort of slut. Pawing at him like she was some sort of feline in heat. Okay, so technically she probably was just that but it was besides the point. "Well I... if you don't want to... I mean I...," she stammered, flushing more desperately as her eyes met his. "We don't have to," she finally breathed.
“I do,” Mateo murmured, reaching up to place two fingers against her lips, shushing her. “I really do. That’s kinda the problem.” He took a deep breath, leaning his forehead against hers, eyes closed, his fingers moving from her mouth to her cheek, sliding back into blonde hair. “God, I can’t believe I’m trying to tell my girlfriend to back off,” he muttered, grinning. “What kind of self-respecting teenage guy does that?” He tried to make a joke out of it, not wanting her to feel unwanted.
“I just...” He drew a breath, fighting the urge to just roll them over, show her exactly how much he wanted her. “I don’t wanna get carried away. I want your first time to be special, ok? Not rushed because our baby sisters’ are along the hall, and your dad’s gonna come home.” Of course, that didn’t help with his little problem.
"Well," she whispered, sliding her fingers upwards over his chest and up to his neck, hooking behind it. "We could do other stuff," she said. "Just not... everything?" It was a compromise. "Daddy won't be home for a while and I mean the way we smelled yesterday says he won't eat you for making me smell that way again," she pointed out. And she could air out the room with the windows easily. He'd be gone home by the time her dad got home anyway and she could shower while the room aired out. There, plan made. "I still think you should close the door though. Maybe latch it," she breathed.
“So I can make you smell turned on,” Matt teased, nuzzling his nose against hers, grinning slyly. “Just as long as I don’t make you come?” He pulled back, pouting just a little. “That doesn’t seem like fun, Queenie.” He kissed her hard, pushing her down against the bed, before slipping out of her arms. He walked to the door, closing it carefully, setting a chair in front of the door rather than locking it. They’d have warning if anyone came in, but they wouldn’t have to lie about locking the door. Turning back to face her, he couldn’t help but groan approvingly. God, she was gorgeous. He stalked across the room towards her, crawling up the bed on hands and knees, leaning over her. He locked his elbows, holding his body up off of hers, like he was doing press-ups, letting only their lips touch as he bowed his head, kissing her slowly.
When he returned to the bed, crawling towards her deliciously and hovering above her, Chloe let out an approving little groan. She leaned up to meet his lips, a tiny smile on her face as she pulled back from the kiss. "I didn't say that," she told him. "I can shower and air out the room before daddy gets home. And you'll be gone by then," she added. "So technically...," she teased, her voice raspy with her own arousal. "Technically I think coming isn't the problem at all."
In reply, Mateo kissed her slowly, passionately. He slowly let his body drop against hers, their hips aligned, one of his legs between hers. He rocked against her, breathing in the scent of her arousal. Slowly he slid his hand under her tshirt, fingers sliding over her ribs, up a little, brushing the underside of her breast. He’d fooled around with girls before, but it had never felt this intense. He’d never wanted someone this badly before.
Chloe shivered slightly when their bodies pressed against one another again. Instinctively she arched her hips upwards against his and that earned another low groan. The warmth of his hand moving over her skin beneath her shirt resulted in goosebumps on her arms. She had never wanted someone this badly before either. Never needed someone this way. It was so intense an urge, an ache that she wasn't sure how she was managing not to just pin him down and have her way with him. She was slightly self conscious in that moment as his fingers brushed over her skin up to her breast, just barely brushing the underside of one. It was still deliciously intoxicating feeling someone else's hands on her body like this.
“Your skin’s so soft,” he murmured into the kiss, rocking against her, cock aching almost painfully now. He was hard, the top of the zipper digging in just underneath the head of his cock. He groaned, reaching between them to adjust himself, try and relieve that ache a little. The fingers of his other hand moved up, over her breast, rough fingertips skating over her nipple. He had to fight the urge to bury his face against her tshirt, mouth at her breast through the fabric. His mouth was practically watering with the urge to kiss her all over, to taste her intimately.
Her nipples hardened instantly at that rough brush of his fingertips. There had been guys who tried to feel her up, but none had gotten this far. She'd never wanted them to. They were the sorts who blabbed about who and what they'd done and told the school which girls were easy and which ones weren't. Chloe had never been the sort that liked to buy into that bullshit. It wasn't fair that he was getting to touch and she wasn't so she slipped her hands between them, catching the button of his jeans and undoing it. She was being bad, she knew, but she couldn't bring herself to care.
Mateo couldn’t see anything bad with what she was doing, not from where he was lying. He ran his fingers over her nipple again just to hear her gasp, pinching it gently. He lifted his hips, leaving more room for her to unzip his jeans, panting softly in anticipation. He let out a soft murring sound as she opened his jeans, a low groan of relief. God, that felt so much better. His boxerbriefs were stretched tight across the bulge of his cock, Mateo nearly trembling at how close her fingers were to him, how close she was to touching him. “Please,” he whispered, nuzzling her jaw. “Touch me, baby.”
Chloe was nervous, to say the least. She'd made out with guys and maybe touched a little here and there but never below the clothes, never skin to skin and certainly not in her bed, not like this. She tried to act like she wasn't nervous as her shaky hand shifted a bit, fingers grasping the waistband of his boxerbriefs and pulling it away from his skin. His cock practically sprang from within the cloth and she pushed it down beneath his erection. Hearing him plead with her to touch him certainly added to the pleasure already rolling through her. Gently she wrapped her fingers around him, hoping she was doing it sexily and not clumsily. She gasped at the feel of him, firm in her grasp. Fantasies had certainly been spurned in her head, especially when she glanced down and caught sight of him, fingers curled around his hard-on.
This wasn’t the first handjob he’d had, but he’d never felt like this before. Never wanted someone the way he wanted Chloe. It was dizzying and intense, and Mateo wasn’t sure he could stand it. He groaned as she wrapped her fingers around his cock, dropping his head against her shoulder. All he could smell was her, nerves and lust swirling together, making his head spin. “Yeah,” he breathed, squeezing her breast eagerly, his thumbnail scraping across the tip of her nipple. “That’s it, God...” He kissed her neck, the curve of her jaw, a low purr slipping free as he eased his hips down and forward, pushed gently into her hand. Her palm was dry against his cock, dragging against the skin, pulling a little, a low whine catching in his throat. “Hold up, you...” He dropped his hand to her wrist, holding her still. “Do you have any lotion?” Because yeah, otherwise there were gonna be chafing issues.
The noises he was making were delicious. Chloe was finding it difficult to think when he was making those noises, teasing her the way he was and her fingers were around him. At first she thought he was doing okay but then he whined and told her to hang on, stilling her hand. She was terrified she'd done something wrong and opened her mouth to apologize. "I'm sor-" she whispered, but his question cut her off. Okay, that wasn't so bad. And made her less terrified.
She nodded a little and reached over to the bedside table, careful not to pull away from him too much as she sifted through for her lotion. It was her favorite, warm vanilla sugar. She liked the way it smelled and it wasn't one of those horrible lotions that made her nose twitch. Hopefully he'd like it too. Even if it was fairly feminine. She pumped some into her palm and rubbed her hands together to warm it up a little before slipping her hand between them again and taking hold of him once more. "Better?" she whispered as she slowly stroked a single time down and back up his cock.
“Y-yeah,” he stammered, groaning louder. He didn’t care if the stuff smelt of unicorn poop, it felt good. Better than good. God. He had to watch how much noise he was making; no way that Gracie and Ana wouldn’t hear, if he got any louder. He’d rolled onto his side to let her up to grab the lotion, and now he rolled further onto his back, his arms around her, holding her close. Reaching up, he pulled her down for a kiss, practically purring as he arched his hips, pushed up into the slow stroke of her hand. “Keep goin’,” he murmured against her lips, “Yeah, just like that.”
Chloe returned the kiss, liking the way his lips vibrated slightly against hers with that little purr of his. And he wondered why she called him kitten. She continued to stroke him, applying a bit more pressure to her grip, taking his instructions. She wanted to make him feel good, wanted to be the reason that he was making those delicious little noises. "You have no idea how sexy those noises are," she whispered against his mouth.
“Mmm,” Mateo hummed into the kiss, stroking her cheek. “Really?” He grinned, panting softly. “Guess I’ll have to keep making them then.” And if she kept touching him like that, it really wasn’t going to be a problem. Really, really wasn’t. “God, Queenie...” He was embarrassingly close, just from her touching him. From the way she smelled. He kissed along her jawline, nipped at her earlobe, purring contentedly as he nuzzled at her hair, held her close.
She was glad she was doing this right, even if she was still fairly nervous. She'd heard other girls talk about technique and what to do and how to touch the guy and whether it was best to spit or swallow when giving head but this was actually doing it. Touching a boy. Touching Mateo. Making him make amazing sounds that she never thought possible. She wondered, though, what he wanted to do when he came. She bit her lip at the thought and pulled back enough to kiss his lips. "Where do you want to come?" she whispered softly. Might as well prepare now.
Mateo groaned, the sound low and throaty. Even just the question in that soft, innocent voice was nearly enough to make him come. “Like this is fine,” he gasped out, head falling back against the pillows, his hand tightening in her hair, holding her close. He shoved up his t-shirt, knowing from far too many embarrassed laundry runs after jerking off in his room that having clothes on didn’t usually end well. He closed his eyes, moaning her name as he shuddered, cock jerking in her fist, spilling over her hand, a few drops landing on his bare stomach.
Hearing her name coming from his lips in such a gorgeous sounding moan had her shivering slightly as she continued to slowly work her hand up and down on his cock. She continued to stroke him until she was certain that he was through, tingling and sensitive to let her hand come to a halt. She hadn't thought that seeing a boy come would be so fucking hot, but it was. Hot enough that she lost her head for a moment and shifted on the bed, leaning down to let her tongue roll across his stomach, lapping up the few drops of come that had pelted his tanned skin. Chloe honestly didn't care if it did make her look like a whore. She wanted to know what he tasted like. She was pleasantly surprised to find that it wasn't as awful as most girls commented it was on other boys in their school. She let out a soft little groan, tongue still against his stomach as she looked up at him and flushed, catching him looking down at her. She sucked her tongue back into her mouth and bit her lower lip. "Sorry?"
Matt had been just about to reach out, pull away from her hand, when she’d stopped of her own accord. He felt completely wrung out, like she’d pulled every possible inch of pleasure out of him. His breath caught when she bent her head over him, licking at his stomach, lapping up the come that had spilt on him. Watching her, open-mouthed, he shook his head when she apologised. “What for?” He asked softly, voice a little hoarse. “For being so goddamn hot that it’s killing me?” Because yeah...that should be illegal.
She flushed a little and pulled her hand away from his cock, reaching over to the bedside stand and grabbing a couple tissues. She gave those to him and then got a few more for her hand. She wiped off the lotion and the sticky mess he'd made on her fingers and tossed the tissues into her trash bin. That would be going out when she walked him to his truck when he left for the night. No need for any evidence in the house. No need at all. "So it was okay?" she breathed out, still somewhat nervous about her technique. "I mean I... well I've never... I just...," she shrugged, biting her lower lip as she looked up at him. "I'm not exactly versed in the laws of hand jobs."
He wiped himself down, tucking his cock back into his underwear, zipping up his jeans, tugging his tshirt straight. He was still a little shaky-looking, still feeling like he didn’t want to move for a while, but at least he looked semi-presentable. He tossed the tissues into the trash with hers, tugging her close as she began to speak. “More than okay,” he assured her, kissing her softly, running his hand down her side. “Queenie, I can honestly say that was the best handjob I’ve ever had.” Not that there had been many, but still. Her was best. “Now, you gonna relax and let me return the favor?” He nudged her onto her back, tugging gently at her pyjama pants, not enough to actually pull them down, but enough to make his intentions clear.
His intentions were quite clear. She was more nervous, she thought, about the thought of him going down on her than she'd been about touching him which was ridiculous. But so many horrible thoughts washed through her head and she wasn't sure what to think or say. What if she didn't smell amazing? What if she tasted odd? What if this was a deciding factor in his attraction for her? Dear god. She swallowed down the lump in her throat. "O-okay," she whispered. "B-but you don't ha-have to," she added, giving him a way out if he needed it.
“I want to,” he whispered, kissing her softly. He could smell her nerves; but he could also smell how turned on she still was, how needy she was. He curled his fingers in the waistband of her pants, tugging them down to her knees, underwear following. He pushed up her t-shirt too, leaning down to kiss her breast, sucking her nipple into his mouth, rolling the other one between his fingers. “What I really wanna do,” he murmured. “Is just kiss you all over, until you’re begging for me...” Yeah, that’d be fun, if they had time. “But I can make you come with my fingers, if you’re freaked out.” He was offering her the choice, didn’t want to push her just because he was practically salivating at the thought of getting his mouth on her.
She shivered when he pulled her pants and underwear down, faced with a decision that she wasn't sure how to respond to. "I...," she whispered, but the word was torn from her lips because he caught her nipple into his mouth and she was left gasping out and arching against his touch. His words only made her more confused at how to respond. "I want you to," she admitted softly. "I'm just nervous. Never had someone... down there," she explained. "What if it's gross?" God she felt like an idiot. She flushed brightly, coloring her cheeks.
“It’s not gross,” he said, grinning. “I promise. But I don’t wanna make you feel uncomfortable.” He rested his chin on her chest, looking up at her. “It’s up to you, Queenie. I can use my fingers,” He slid his hand slowly down her stomach as he spoke, teasing her. “Or my mouth.” He flicked his tongue over her nipple, his hand easing between her legs at the same time, fingers teasing at her folds. He wanted her to feel good, wanted her to relax and enjoy herself just as much as he had.
He made her decision fairly easy when his tongue brushed over her nipple. Even with his hands teasing at her folds, she wanted to know what that lovely tongue felt like on her skin. Even more intimate skin than where it currently was. "M-mouth," she whimpered, biting her lower lip through a soft groan. "P-please," she whispered, arching her hips up to meet his hand.
Mateo grinned, sliding down between her legs, kissing his way slowly down her stomach. He was a little nervous too - he’d done this a couple of times, but not enough to be particularly practiced. Fingers he was a little more practiced with, but still...he used his hands to spread her thighs wide, letting out a soft murr as the scent of her grew stronger, thick in the air. It wasn’t hard to think about how much he was going to enjoy this. He pressed his mouth against her, gently kissing her clit, sliding his hands up her thighs, his fingertips stroking across her folds slowly.
She shivered a little as he slid his lips over her stomach and moved to settle in between her thighs. She was still nervous, but he didn't seem adverse to her scent or her taste, especially when he leaned in and kissed her clit which made her moan softly. She had to make a conscious effort to be quiet and damn it was hard. Chloe thought she might burst just from that single little kiss, the gentle strokes that his fingers made. Her fingers slid down, brushing over his head and gripping his hair. "Mateo," she whispered, her voice shaky.
“Shhhh,” Mateo breathed, smiling up at her. She was gorgeous, and the last thing he really wanted to do was stop her making more noises like that, but as it was they were treading a fine line. Gracie and Ana would be wondering what the hell was going on in here. Or worse, would know exactly what was going on, and would blackmail them to keep it from Jason. He lapped at her clit gingerly, stroking her folds with his fingers, again and again, rubbing teasing circles around her entrance.
She was trying to be quiet, but it was difficult, damn it. The things he was doing were driving her crazy and she wasn't sure that she could keep herself as quiet as she needed to be. "Y-you might have to, oh god, you might have to cover my mouth," she warned him. Especially if he kept doing things like that. Teasing her clit the way that he was, letting his fingers slide around her entrance.
Mateo growled softly, approvingly. Damn, that was a hot mental image. He sucked gently on her clit, his fingers sliding over her entrance again and again, almost slipping inside of her, but not quite. He was teasing, and he knew it. Didn’t mean he was gonna stop. He wanted her to feel good, just as good as she’d made him feel. And he’d do whatever it took. “Tell me how it feels,” he growled roughly, his voice a low rumbling murr. “Wanna know what feels best for you.” Because yeah, he didn’t want to get this wrong.
His warm breath against her skin felt almost as wonderful as his mouth on her clit. The words he growled up at her, his eyes burning into hers, had her shuddering and biting her lip hard to keep from moaning out again. "Feels... s'good," she almost whined. "God, so good." There were no words to describe it really. No real way to make it clear to him just how perfect what he was doing felt. Christ. Her fingers clenched in his hair, tugging the strands. "Please," she breathed. "Stop teasing me and show me how it feels to have your fingers inside me," she begged. "B-but cover my mouth or I'm going to scream."
Shifting, Mateo reached up, placing his hand firmly over her mouth. He sucked on her clit, flicking his tongue against her as he eased one finger inside of her, curling it slightly, stroking her inner walls. He groaned softly, mouth buried tight against Chloe’s groin. He was fighting the urge to just tear off his clothes and take her right now - he was already getting hard again, the scent of her making it even harder to remember why it was a spectacularly bad idea.
As soon as he sank his finger inside of her, she groaned, muffled by the press of his hand, thank god. Her own hands fisted in the blankets beneath her, her body arching into his touch. She wanted to tell him how perfect that felt, but likely her movements were enough of an indication. Her inner walls clenched around his intruding finger, another groan escaping her because even that movement caused by her own body made his ministrations feel even better. Christ he was going to kill her.
Mateo added another finger as soon as he dared, kissing and licking at her clit, purring low in his throat. He lapped at her, licking down to her entrance, tongue skating around his fingers as he slowly pumped them in and out of her. His hand was tight over her mouth, thumb digging into one cheek, fingers leaving white marks on the other. He kept checking that she was ok, that she didn’t want him to stop...but the way she was arching up against his fingers, his mouth, suggested that he was doing just fine.
Oh yes, he was doing just fine. He was doing better than that but Chloe's brain had derailed and all her thoughts were whirling around with no real place to go. The only thing that slipped from her lips against his hand were moans and gasps and the softest cries she couldn't force herself to keep inside. She rocked her hips up in time with each of his movements, sinking him a bit further with each press of his hand against her. Goddamn that felt good. Stopping was the very last thing that she wanted him to do.
Purring encouragingly, Mateo’s eyes slipped closed as he focused on the feel of her against him, the way she responded to his touches. He crooked his fingers inside of her, rubbing and pressing against her, his fingers twisting as he slowly thrust them in and out of her. His mouth moved back to her clit, tongue flicking lightly across it, shuddering at the smell of her, thick in his nose. He shifted a little, cock pressing against the front of his jeans, trapped uncomfortably between his body and the bed.
She rocked her hips faster against his hand, pushing herself even closer to her own end. She was so close she could practically taste it and the way his tongue moved across her clit, it wasn't going to be long before she exploded. Chloe was in heaven, practically high off of his touches. His tongue was wickedly hot and she had a feeling that now that she'd had a taste of the way this felt, she'd be begging him for it again. Likely soon. Perhaps not in her father's home, but soon nonetheless. She cried out again as she twitched, her body tightening up as she reached her climax unexpectedly. The sound was muffled by his hand, thank god. Had it not been Gracie and Ana would have surely heard it. She trembled as she came down, high on his touch, toes curling against her mattress as her hips continued to rock up against his hand and mouth slowly.
Mateo coaxed through her orgasm, his hand and mouth still working against her, trying to wring every drop of pleasure from her body that he possibly could. He wanted this to be incredible for her, wanted to make her feel as good as she’d made him feel. He was glad she’d asked him to put a hand over her mouth; otherwise they’d have had Gracie and Ana knocking down the door trying to find out what was wrong. He finally pulled away when she started writhing away from his hand, a little over-sensitive. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he crawled back up the bed, flopping onto his side beside Chloe. “Was that ok?” he murmured, grinning a little smugly.
Okay? Dear god. She couldn't even speak so Chloe just nodded a little, lips parted as she lay there with her panties and pajama bottoms still tangled around her legs partially. She was shuddering still with tiny little aftershocks for a moment or two before she regained the ability to move and pulled her clothes up to cover herself again. "Holy hell," she breathed as she fell back against the bed again and turned her head to look at him.
He grinned at her, looking more than a little smug. He tugged down her tshirt, sliding a hand over her side and pulling her in towards him. “So it was good, then,” he murmured, teasingly. He didn’t move to kiss her, not sure if she’d be grossed out by where his mouth had just been. He’d get up and go wash his mouth out, if she wanted him to. But that would involve moving, so he wasn’t gonna be the one to suggest it.
Chloe did not give a damn where his mouth had been. If anything that just made the whole thing more sexy because he wanted her enough to put his perfect mouth on her cunt. Christ. She leaned in and caught his lips in a rough little kiss, the lingering taste of her on his lips getting a little groan from the girl. Good didn't even begin to cover it. God. And that little grin of his just made her want him all the more, but now that she'd come, her brain was slowly starting to regain a little bit of what was right and wrong. They were lucky thus far that they'd not been caught. "We should open the window," she whispered against his mouth. "Air out the room a little."
That kiss, the groan that followed, had Mateo shuddering gently. God, she really was perfect. “Yeah,” he murmured roughly, utterly unable to pull back from the kiss far enough to let her open the window. She felt too good against him, especially when he was hard again already. He couldn’t help it - the smell of them in the room, the sounds she’d made, had got him going again.
She reluctantly got up from the bed, crawling over top of him just to torment him that little bit more, leaning down for a kiss as she rolled her hips against his. Goddamn that felt good. She forced herself to climb off of him and got up to open the window, drawing in a breath of the fresh air to calm her hormones. "You make it really hard for me to behave," she told him honestly.
Mateo groaned as she teased him, flopping back on the bed, covering his face with his hands before scrubbing them roughly through his hair. He laughed disbelievingly when she spoke, looking over at her. “Yeah, think that makes two of us,” he pointed out. He shifted up onto his elbows, knees a little bent, legs splayed open. And it was even more obvious how hard he was now, the front of his jeans tented a little by his cock. Even with the fresh air coming in, he could still smell her. Smell how much she wanted him. And all he wanted to do was crawl off the bed, go over there, and get his mouth on her all over again.
Chloe's eyes wandered over his body, lingering on the tented bit of his jeans. Damn she wanted to touch him. "I don't think I'm going to be able to hold out as long as I should," she admitted, staying where she was by the window to avoid temptation. "Not with how much I want you. How much the lion wants you." Every single inch of her ached for him already. "But we can't here because my dad will kill you and me for that matter." Which meant they'd have to get creative. Eventually. "And I know we can't at your place either...," she said, biting her bottom lip.
Mateo groaned softly at the look in her eyes, the way she stared hungrily at his crotch. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered, fingers twitching as he fought the urge to just press his hand against the front of his jeans, relieve the ache a little. “We’ll think of something, Queenie.” Because yeah, he was about as desperate as she was. His jaguar wanted her right fucking now, and being a teenage boy, his self-control was ripped to shreds around a beautiful girl like her. He was glad he’d not spent much time around weres other than his cousin; if he’d reacted to another girl, the way he reacted to Chloe, he’d have lost his virginity a long time ago.
They'd think of something. It didn't have to happen tonight, no matter how much she wished it would. "I think you should stock up on condoms, just in case," she commented, glancing out the window, then back at Mateo. She would do the same because it was better to be prepared than to be ready and have to stop because of something like a damned condom. She wasn't ready for babies yet. She had plans for the future slowly starting to form and fully intended to make those things happen before she had little ones. "I probably sound like a whore," she sighed. "I'm not I just...," she shrugged a little and pushed her hands through her hair, pulling the curly waves away from her face as she let her eyes flick to his. "It's taking every ounce of restraint I have in me to keep from just tearing your clothes off. I've never felt like this around anyone..."
Mateo shook his head, sitting up. Because yeah, lying on her bed wasn’t helping him behave. At all. “You don’t,” he assured her, grinning a little. “I’ve never felt like this either. I don’t know if it’s because we’re weres, or...” he trailed off, shrugging. “I got no clue. But yeah, being around you...” he blew out a breath. “Feels like my skin’s gonna come off. Like just touching your hand feels ten times better than kissing any other girl.” And that...kind of made it sound like he’d been kissing lots of girls. Whoops?
She didn't want to think about 'any other girl' doing anything with him. It made her a little jealous and she could feel the envy coming off of her in waves. It was filling up the room as fast as the lusty scent had. "Well I'd like to hope that you're not kissing any other girls," she commented, sending him a warning look. She was jealous, she couldn't help it. Her lioness didn't much care so long as she was the main one, but her human side was not having any part of that.
Shit. “No, shit, I didn’t mean...” he fumbled for words, blushing. “I’m not...I haven’t kissed anyone else. In a while, actually.” Yeah, well done, Mateo. Make the girl think you’re a fucking player... He cursed himself softly, standing and walking over to her, smoothing his hands down her arms. “I’m not interested in anyone else, Queenie. You pretty much guaranteed that the moment you leant over my desk, smelling good enough to eat.”
His reassurances made her feel a little better and she nodded a bit, glancing up at him and letting out a little sigh. Slipping her arms around his waist, she buried her face in against his neck and forced herself not to think about all the other girls who likely wanted a taste of him. "Promise?" she murmured.
He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, relieved that she believed him, that she was hugging him. Okay, good. So he hadn’t fucked up their relationship when it had barely started. “I promise, baby,” he murmured, kissing the side of her head, stroking both hands down her back. “The only person I plan on kissing is you. And I plan on doing that a lot.” He nuzzled at her temple, encouraging her to lift her head so that he could kiss her.
She hoped he was being sincere. She believed he was at least as she hugged him a little tighter. She pulled her head back from his neck, leaning down a little and catching his lips in a soft kiss and nodding a little as she pulled back to look at him. "A lot," she agreed, especially with those kisses that he gave. She was addicted to them already.
Matt grinned, kissing her sweetly. “I’m gonna have to get a box or something,” he teased, tilting his chin up a little, going up on tiptoe. Yeah, he was shorter than her. It wasn’t a big deal, but he was still aware of it. Kissing her was definitely easier when they were laying down, especially considering most of her height was in those gorgeous long legs of hers.
Chloe flushed a little and shook her head, leaning down to kiss him again. "I think you're just fine where you are," she assured him. "I don't get a crick in my neck from leaning up," she teased, grinning a little at him. "Guess you get stuck with the awkward looking up but at least it's only a couple inches," she smiled. And she doubted she was going to grow anymore. She was fairly set in her height for some time now and didn't imagine any more inches would be added to it as she got older. Mateo on the other hand was likely still growing.
Mateo was desperately hoping he was still growing. He loved his dad, he really did. But it was hard to be an alpha when you were shorter than 90% of the guys, and 70% of the girls, your own age. “I’d rather get a crick in my neck than lose any of those gorgeous legs of yours,” he murmured, sliding his hand down her hip, brushing the outside of her thigh, through her pyjama pants.
Chloe doubted she'd have cared if he was ten inches shorter than her. Okay, she might have cared then. A smidge. But now? No way. She was perfectly content with his height, especially when he was touching her like that and whispering about how wonderful her legs were. She grinned a little at him and kissed him once more. "Well lucky for you, I think I've stopped growing."
Grinning, Mateo kissed her again. Trying his best to behave, and not just grind against her, because yeah, he was still hard. And still thinking about how good she tasted, which really wasn’t helping. He smoothed her hair back from her face, keeping the kiss soft and gentle, the cool night air from the window helping a lot.
She smiled against his mouth, reluctantly pulling back from the kiss after a long moment. "Curfew is coming up," she told him. "As much as I hate to see you go, you better get out of here before I throw you against something and take away your right to choose," she teased. Well, partly teased because she was damned sure tempted. "Then I can get a shower and wash away the smell and my room can air out before my dad gets back."
Laughing, Mateo pulled back, nodding. “Yeah. Guess I should get going.” Because they’d already gotten dangerously tempted tonight. If he stayed much longer, she was right - they would end up going further than either of them was ready for. And he didn’t want Chloe to regret a single thing about them. Ever. He blew out a deep breath, trying to calm himself down enough that he could walk downstairs and drive home without too much trouble. He packed away his books, shrugging his bag onto his shoulder, turning to face her again. “I’ll give you a call tomorrow?” He said, smiling. “Let you know what time I’ll pick you up.” Because yeah, he wanted time alone with her, without his sister being right next door.
"Yeah," she agreed. "Lemme walk you downstairs." It was the least she could do and she wasn't ready to just let him go right now. They'd been tempted, but surely the cool air outside would do the both of them some good. Now, if she could convince Charlie not to let the cat out of the bag when she got home...