Mateo Rodriguez (elgatonegro) wrote in supernextdoor, @ 2012-07-11 12:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | chloe, chloe and mateo, justice, mateo |
Come up and see me, make me smile
Who: Mateo and Chloe (With a brief cameo by Justice)
Where: The Lion’s Den
When: Sunday evening
What: Reassurances and resisting temptation...barely.
Warnings: NSFW
Mateo had had a fairly boring day at work. It had been quiet, but because he’d gotten his homework done on Saturday evening, he didn’t have anything to do. In some ways it was a nice change, but it meant that the quiet spells dragged a little more than usual. Leaving Cathair to close up the shop, he’d forgotten to check his cell until he got to his truck, frowning as he realised he had a couple of missed calls, and a voicemail. He was still fumbling for his keys when he dialled the voicemail, his stomach lurching as he listened to Chloe’s message. Something was wrong, and she was vague enough that he didn’t have a clue what it was.
Getting into his truck, he dialled her number, tapping his fingers impatiently on the wheel as he waited for her to pick up. He just prayed it had blown over, that everything was ok now. Glancing around for any cops, he started up the truck and pulled out into traffic, heading for the Richard’s. Whether everything was ok now or not, she’d still been upset a few hours ago, and that was a good enough reason for him to want to see her.
Chloe was in her room, curled up on her bed with a book hoping to not have to think about anything for a while. Justice was safe now, sleeping in her father's room and likely curled up with a little girl who couldn't seem to keep her paws off of the woman. Chloe was slightly jealous, but she was also thankful because Justice obviously needed the cuddles and the warmth that came off of Gracie. Jason was at work, and likely would be for hours yet. Charlie had insisted on going with Xander to the comic book shop. So she'd decided to be alone with her thoughts.
She'd taken a nice hot bath after she'd left the message for Mateo and that had helped calm her nerves a little, but hearing his ringtone go off on her cellphone made her feel even better. She put her bookmark in the book and reaches out to grab her phone off of the nightstand, pressing the on button and putting it to her ear. "Hey," she breathed. "I'm sorry if I worried you."
“Don’t be,” Mateo assured her, relieved smile on his face at the sound of her voice. She sounded a little better than she had earlier, calmer. “What’s up, Queenie?” He needed to know why she’d been upset - whether he needed to come over with ice cream, chocolate, or both. Basically anything that might make his girlfriend feel better.
Chloe sighed and leaned back against her pillows. "There was an attack," she told him, then realized how awful that sounded. "Everyone's okay," she added quickly before she went on to explain the situation. "Justice, my dad's girlfriend, went to have lunch with her friend Naya. She was at this bar that her boyfriend owns and this guy attacked them," she explained. "The bar owner was hurt really bad and Justice ended up with a broken arm and my dad showed up just as the guy was fleeing and it's just... a big mess," she admitted. "So now he's got even more work on his plate, Justice is staying here with us for a while until she gets better and I'm just... I'm worrying about everyone because this guy is a psycho."
“Jesus,” Mateo breathed, having to focus hard on his driving rather than the sound of her voice, how fucked up everything was. “But everyone’s ok?” He asked, wanting to make sure. “Or, y’know, as ok as you can be with a broken arm.” He’d broken his arm as a kid - he knew how much it sucked. And that was when he didn’t have to hold down a job, or look after a family. “Can I do anything?” He wanted to help Chloe, wanted to take that stressed, frantic note out of her voice. “I could pick up some pizza or something, save you having to cook for everyone.”
She smiled a little at his offer. He really was a sweet guy. More than she'd even realized at first. "Everyone's okay. No fatalities," she assured him. "Which is more than we all could have asked for. The bar owner barely made it out alive. A lot of broken bones. I really don't know all of the details, but it was bad. Everyone's lucky to be alive." She couldn't imagine what would have happened had her father gotten there sooner. What if the guy had a gun. Her daddy was strong, but bullets were stronger. She swallowed at that thought and pushed it aside. "Could you?" she breathed, sounding a little relieved. "I can pay you back when you get here," she promised. It was for her family after all. She wasn't going to take his money, even if he'd offered.
“Don’t worry about it,” Mateo replied, even as he did a quick mental check of his wallet, wondering if he had enough to cover a family’s worth of pizza. “Any dietary quirks I should know about? Or should I just get a couple pepperoni, a couple plain, and leave it at that?” They were lions, he figured he couldn’t go wrong with meat on pizza. Just as long as no one asked for anchovies.
"Anything with meat on it," she told him. "And yes I'll worry about it," she added. "My family are lions and hungry and you shouldn't have to pay for all of them. It's fine," she promised. "And thank you," she added. "It's sweet of you to even offer. Actually, I can call ahead and make the order and just use the debit on file," she added. "Then I get to pay for it whether you want me to or not," she smiled. "Can you stay for a little while?"
He sighed. “I’m not gonna win this, am I?” He asked, smiling despite himself. “Fine, call ahead. I’ll pick them up and head over.” He pulled up at a stop sign, taking a second to roll down the window, needing the cool air on his face. He’d been cooped up at work all day; the car wasn’t much of an improvement. “I can stay until curfew, baby. Just remind me to call my mom and let her know.” He might do that on the way, in fact - then he didn’t have to run the risk of his mom asking to speak to Chloe.
"No," he told her, grinning a little. "I'm a very stubborn lioness," she laughed. It was true. He might as well get used to it. She gave him the address of the Richards' usual pizza shop and smiled again when he said he could stay until curfew. "I'll remind you," she told him. "Be prepared for cuddles because you're totally getting them. Lots. I'll go ahead and call, by the time you get there, the pizzas should be ready. I'll see you in a bit."
“ ‘kay,” he murmured, smiling. “See you soon, Queenie.” He headed for the pizza shop she’d said, and sure enough they were ready and waiting - and paid for - when he arrived. He picked up a couple of pints of ice cream too, for good measure. It wasn’t long before he was pulling up outside Chloe’s house, balancing the pizza boxes in one hand, carrying the bag of icecream cartons in the other.
Chloe was already at the door by the time he reached it, pulling it open and letting him inside once she'd gotten a little kiss from him. "Shh," she said softly as she took the boxes from him and motioned for him to follow her to the kitchen. Setting the boxes down, she smiled a little. "I'm pretty sure that Gracie and Justice are both sleeping so I don't want to disturb them," she explained to him. "So it's just the two of us for now. They can heat up pizza when they get up."
Mateo smiled back, wrapping his arms around Chloe’s waist. “Mmm, dinner for two? Think I can deal with that,” he murmured, grinning just a little wickedly. He stole another kiss, sliding one hand up her back, stroking soothingly. “How you holding up, baby?” She looked tired, and stressed. Neither of these things made Mateo happy. He was hungry, but right now all he wanted to do was hold Chloe and make her feel better. Food could wait.
Chloe sighed and leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his neck and shrugging a little. "I feel like I don't know what to do," she admitted. "Like there isn't anything that I can do. I don't like being powerless. It makes me stressed out and I don't like being stressed so that just makes it worse." She gave him a squeeze and let out another little sigh. "But you're here now so I feel better," she murmured.
“You can be there to help,” Mateo murmured, kissing her softly. “Look after Justice and your sisters. I bet your dad appreciates that.” He knew that Chloe had sort of become the mom of the family after her mother had died - and that much hadn’t changed, just because her dad had a girlfriend. “You don’t need to be stressed,” he continued. “But if me being here makes you feel better?” He grinned. “I guess I’ll just have to come over a lot.”
She smiled a little at his words, leaning in to kiss him again. "You should come over a lot," she murmured, nodding a little. "You make me feel better," she assured him. And he was right. She could still help and she planned on doing just that. Justice needed her just as much as everyone else in the family did and it gave Chloe some purpose.
“Good,” Mateo murmured, rubbing his nose against hers, stealing another kiss before steering her towards a chair. “You gonna sit down and let me look after you for a bit?” He didn’t know his way around the kitchen particularly well, but he could at least put the ice-cream in the freezer and get plates for both of them. That done, he opened the pizza boxes up, nabbing a slice of pepperoni off one of them and chewing on it as he loaded his plate up with several slices. He was a teenage boy, and a were. He pretty much had an endless appetite.
Chloe let him guide her to the table, settling down in one of the chairs and watching him as he munched on his pizza. Someone nomming should not be as cute as it was but Chloe had her chin rested in her hands, watching him with interest. He was adorable. And sexy. God he was going to kill her with his deliciousness alone. "Thank you," she told him. "For putting up with me being stressed out. And for coming over here to help me. It's sweet. You're sweet."
Mateo had put a few slices on a plate for her too, and he eyed her meaningfully, pausing in hoovering up his portion of the pizza until she’d started eating. “You don’t need to thank me,” he insisted, smiling. “We were gonna spend the evening together anyway, right? We’re just shifting the venue.” They’d been planning on going out, away from overprotective dads and inquisitive sisters. He didn’t mind though, just as long as she was happy. Or at least less stressed out.
She smiled again as she sat her pizza slice back down on her plate. "You're really amazing, you know that?" she murmured. And he was. No other guy she'd ever dated would have dropped everything and shifted plans just to come have pizza and ice cream with her and comfort her while she was feeling down. Most would have made plans with the next girl they could rope into coming out with them. But not Mateo. It was one of the reasons she was falling for the guy. Hard.
“Yeah,” Mateo replied, grinning at her. “It’s nice to be reminded, though.” He ducked his head, though, blushing a little at the compliment, despite his cheeky grin. Chloe was the first girl he’d been embarrassed by, the first girl he’d cared enough about to care what she thought of him. Amazing was a pretty high standard to live up to, and he didn’t want to disappoint her. He reached out, brushing Chloe’s hair back over her shoulder, the tips of his fingers brushing her throat. “And lucky for me, I have a totally fantastic girlfriend, too.”
Chloe's opinion of Mateo wasn't likely to change. If anything it was simply going to get better. She could tell that already. Even him gently brushing her hair over her shoulder and letting his fingers tease against her throat gave her goosebumps and butterflies. She smiled at him and leaned over enough to kiss him. "You're really adorable when you blush," she murmured, biting her lower lip as she pulled back enough to look up at those pretty brown eyes of his.
“Who says I was blushing?” Mateo answered, still grinning as she pulled back, his gaze flicking between her eyes and her lip, temptingly caught between her teeth. He leant in again, teasing her lip free with soft kisses, sucking it gently into his mouth. Dropping the pizza onto his plate, he wiped his hand on the leg of his jeans, before reaching up to cup her face in his hands, kiss her slowly and sweetly.
Chloe grinned back at him. "You were so blushing," she murmured. She dropped the topic, however, in favor of sweet kisses. Sweet kisses from her sexy boyfriend who was sweet and charming and everything she'd ever wanted. She was absolutely taken with him. Falling head over heels with no power to stop herself, but Chloe really didn't want to stop herself and wouldn't if she could have.
“Nuh-uh,” Mateo argued softly, between kisses, still grinning. He knew he’d been blushing - hard not to when his cheeks still felt a little warm. But the teasing was far too fun to stop now. He shifted his chair a little closer to hers, wincing when it made a shrieking sound against the tile floor. He paused, trying to work out if he could hear any movement from Jason’s room, where Justice and Gracie were napping. Hearing nothing, he kissed Chloe again, stroking his fingers down her neck, her shoulders, slowly trailing his fingertips down her arms.
"Mhm," she murmured, grinning at him, her hands coming up to either side of his face and holding him gently in place as she nipped at his lower lip. The pizza was forgotten, put on the back burner in favor of kisses from her gorgeous boyfriend. She'd never get enough of those kisses. God his fingers felt good.
Leaning closer, Mateo nudged her knees apart, his hands sliding off her arms to rest on her waist, his thumbs brushing her ribs, holding her close as he kissed her again. God, he didn’t think he’d ever tire of her kisses. Short and sweet or long and passionate, he loved them all. And right now he’d far prefer to kiss her than to eat the rapidly-cooling pizza. He’d come to see her, after all, not to have dinner. If Justice hadn’t been in the house, he’d have been tempted to suggest they go upstairs to her room. He wasn’t sure how strict Jason’s girlfriend was, though.
Chloe knew she couldn't get tired of those kisses. Of those little sounds that escaped him when he was touching her the way that he was. The gentle way his fingers slide over her body. She hadn't thought a boy could be so beautiful until she'd met Mateo. She'd never thought she could feel so on fire and ache so much for someone until she'd felt that ache for him. She let out a soft gasp, wanting to touch him more. She was tempted to call her dad and see if she could go out. She wouldn't be alone after all...
Chloe’s little gasp made his fingers tighten their grip on her waist, tugging her off the chair and onto his lap with a soft growl. Settling her sideways on his lap, one of his hands stroked slowly down her jean-clad thigh, the other resting on the small of her back, holding her close. He kissed her slowly, nibbling on her lower lip, trying his best not to react to the feel of her body against his, the smell of her. But God, she was tempting...
It was becoming difficult, already, to not react to him. Especially once he'd pulled her into his lap and started running his fingers over her thigh. Yeah, how could she not react to that? Another soft sound escaped her and she pulled back enough to look at him. "Maybe we can go somewhere," she breathed. "For a little while...?" She wasn't going to dance the lines again, not in her father's house, but that didn't mean she couldn't do certain things elsewhere.
"Justice is here so Gracie wouldn't be alone and they're just sleeping... I could leave a note..." Which made her feel a little like a horrible person for wanting him the way she did while Justice was hurt, but she really couldn't do much more than sit around waiting to see if the woman needed something. "Or I could ask Justice..." she added softly. See if the woman would be okay with it. It wasn't like she and Mateo couldn't protect themselves, especially together.
Mateo was torn - he really wanted to get Chloe alone, but equally he didn’t want to get in trouble for taking her out the house when she wasn’t supposed to go anywhere. “Ask her,” Mateo murmured, reaching up to stroke her cheek. “You can tell her that we got pizza and icecream for dinner, and ask if it’s ok if we go out for a while.” He smiled, softly. “Only if it’s ok. I don’t wanna get you in trouble.”
Chloe bit her lower lip and reached into her pocket to text her father and make sure it was alright. She might as well get his permission first before she made sure Justice was alright with keeping an eye out for Gracie. It was close to when Charlie said she'd be back with Xander anyway so it shouldn't be too much of a problem. Her father replied 'so long as you're not alone', and she smiled a little and shook her head. "He says so long as I'm not alone. I think you qualify as not alone. Lemme go make sure Justice doesn't mind first though. Can you put the pizza boxes on the counter?" she asked as she reluctantly got up from his lap, stealing one more kiss from him.
“Sure,” he replied, kissing her back gently, watching as she disappeared from the room. He cleared away the pizza boxes, stacking them neatly on the counter, putting his and Chloe’s empty plates in the sink. The ice cream was already in the freezer, and he sat down at the kitchen table again to wait for Chloe’s return.
Justice had been drifting in and out of sleep most of the afternoon, lulled by the Disney films Gracie had put on, before curling up against her good side, and promptly falling asleep. The warm weight of the young girl, along with her soft purring snores, had been as much of a soporific as the tv, and Justice found herself very unwilling to stir. She was hungry, though, and her bladder was starting to make itself known.
Untangling herself from Gracie’s softly-grumbling form, she padded into the bathroom, managing to not jar her arm in the process. When she reappeared, she was torn between finding food, and curling up with Gracie again. The little lioness was still fast asleep, and Justice was scared that any further movement would wake her up. Decided, Justice awkwardly shrugged on her sweater, opening the door just as Chloe raised a hand to knock.
“Hi, honey,” Justice murmured, smiling. She still looked sleepy and rumpled, hair a little mussed, her arm cradled protectively to her chest.
Chloe smiled at her and lowered her arm back down, fiddling with her fingers in front of her. "I um... Well, there's pizza in the kitchen," she told the woman. "And ice cream in the freezer. I wanted to check on you and let you know there was food when you were hungry and I also wanted to check with you about something," she added, worrying on her lower lip. "Is it okay if Mateo and I go out for a little while?" she asked. "I texted Daddy and he said it was fine for me to go out so long as I wasn't alone, but I don't want to leave you to tend to Gracie when you're hurt...," she admitted.
Then glancing past the woman she saw her sister curled up sleeping and looking nearly dead to the world. "But she's sleeping so... since Charlie and Xander'll be home anytime, would you mind if we went out for a little while?" she asked.
“No, go ahead,” Justice murmured, leaning against the doorframe. “If your dad says it’s ok, that’s fine. I can manage here.” She looked over her shoulder at Gracie, a fond smile on her face as she turned to look back at Chloe again. “She’s not exactly hard work right now.” The mention of pizza had her stomach growling, and she’d likely come and eat once Mateo and Chloe had gone - she didn’t want to walk around in front of Chloe’s boyfriend in her pyjamas, after all.
Chloe grinned broadly at the woman, shifting a little to hug her while avoiding her wounded arm. "Thank you," she smiled. "Xander and Charlie are at his work, but I think he gets off at like six something," she assured the woman. "There's enough pizza for everyone and I'll be back before curfew," she promised. "Thank you. Thank you, thank you."
Justice laughed softly, hugging Chloe back as best she could. “You’re welcome. Just don’t do anything that gives Jason grounds for killing Mateo,” she warned. “He’s stressed enough as it is without adding overprotective dad rage into the mix.” Smiling, she released Chloe, tugging her sweater more tightly around herself. After being in bed for the last couple of hours, she was feeling colder, being up and about.
She smiled a little and nodded. It wasn't like she was going to have sex with Mateo. She could wait for that, but if she didn't get out of the house, the whole kitchen and the rest of the place would likely smell like 'please, God, I want you' for days to come. She could spare her family that by going somewhere else with Mateo. "Thanks again," she said. "I have my cell with me if you need anything. I'll come back right away if you do," she promised.
“Go, git,” Justice teased, shooing her away. “Before you stink up the house.” Because yeah, it was obvious why Mateo and Chloe were leaving. Teenagers. Not that she and Jason were any better, but she could still pretend. “Have fun, and come knock on my door when you get back.” She wouldn’t sleep until everyone was safely in the house, not now she was up and awake again. Shooing Chloe back to the kitchen, Justice padded back to the bed, gently stroking Gracie’s hair away from her face. She’d wait until they were gone, and then she and Gracie could pig out on pizza and ice cream.
Chloe smiled and nodded. "I will," she promised her before turning and heading back to the kitchen and to Mateo. "She said it was fine," she grinned, moving behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist, resting her chin on his shoulder. "So, where do you want to go?" she smiled, turning her head and pressing her lips gently and teasingly against his neck. "What do you wanna do?"
“I can think of a couple of things,” Mateo teased, leaning his head back against her shoulder, smirking. “But then I’m pretty sure your dad would kill me...” And he liked breathing. And having all of his limbs attached. “We could go grab a movie? Or just go for a drive...really, I don’t mind. It’s up to you, Queenie.” He turned around, sliding his arms around her in turn, kissing her softly. “Long as I’m with you, that’s all I care about,” he admitted, smiling softly.
Chloe grinned and kissed him again. "How bout we drive somewhere and park?" she murmured against his mouth. "Talk? We can sit in the bed of your truck and listen to the radio," she suggested. There, that was simple and easy enough. And maybe she could keep her hands off of him. Maybe.
Mateo grinned, tugging her a little closer. “Talk? You really think that’s gonna be all we do if we go somewhere?” They both knew it wasn’t, both knew the reason they were leaving the house. But it was fun to tease her. “It’s cold out, we might need a couple blankets.” If he knew he was going to be driving out somewhere, he usually had some spare. He’d left them at home tonight, though. “And you’re gonna need a coat.” He’d be fine - he had a jacket in the car, and he was wearing a sweatshirt and layered tees.
"I'll grab a couple blankets," she told him. "Go ahead and warm up the truck and I'll meet you in a couple. I need to grab my purse too," she smiled. Kissing him once more, she let go of him to grab a couple blankets from the closet and her purse from her room. Picking up her jacket on the way out, she met him in the car once she'd locked the doors to the house just in case and climbed into the cab. Setting the blankets on the passenger side of the truck, she settled in the middle beside him and smiled. "All set."
Mateo had the radio on quietly, tuned to a soft rock/country station that wasn’t gonna be too loud or intrusive. It was mostly just background noise, but he was humming along with one of the songs as she climbed into the truck beside him, sliding across to the middle of the seat. Smiling, he stole another kiss, before putting the truck into gear and pulling away. “Oh, hey, so I got a facebook message from Tonya this morning,” he said, grinning. “She sent me a youtube link....” If Chloe had seen it, he wouldn’t need to elaborate further. Truth be told, he was a little scared by Tonya’s fascination with Chloe’s dad.
Chloe palmed her face and let out a groan of frustration and embarrassment. "God, she sent it to you too?" she muttered. "My dad does not need to be allowed out in public ever again. If you know, that means Tonya sent it to everyone on her facebook. If she didn't post the link for all to see." Sometimes she wanted to pop Tonya in her face for being ridiculous. God that girl drove her crazy.
“Pretty sure she sent it to everyone she’s ever met,” Mateo commiserated, wincing a little. “On the plus side, your dad’s got a pretty good voice?” Not that that was what Tonya had been paying attention to, of course. He slid his arm around Chloe’s shoulders, tugging her close. “Hey, it’s ok. People will forget about it in a couple days.” Especially when he and Chloe walked into school, clearly together. Yeah, that was gonna be fun. “And besides, all the talk on Monday is gonna be about Homecoming, and who wore what, and who slept with who.”
"I doubt Tonya cares about his voice," she pointed out. "She only sent me the clip where he grabbed his crotch," she explained, shaking her head a little. She loved Tonya like a sister, but the girl was a total DILF lover if there ever was one. She didn't think that she'd ever really liked anyone that wasn't at least a few years older than her. Chloe rolled her eyes a little at the thought of chatter that would happen on Monday. Yeah, people would definitely be talking "They're going to say we slept together," she told him honestly, shrugging a little. "I don't kiss and tell so let them think what they want." It wasn't anyone's business who she was dating or sleeping with anyway.
“Does that bother you?” He asked, stroking her arm slowly. “That they’re gonna think we had sex?” It didn’t worry him - he wasn’t the kind to brag about things, but he wasn’t ashamed of being seen with Chloe. Hell, he was damn proud that he had the prettiest girl in school for his girlfriend. He didn’t doubt that everyone had seen Chloe storm away from Heller at the dance; nor the fact that she left with Mateo rather than her date. Yeah, there was no way that people weren’t gonna be talking about them in school.
Chloe shook her head a little. "No," she admitted. "I don't care what they think and honestly, if they think that we're having sex, whatever. It's not like having sex is a bad thing, especially with you...," she breathed, turning her head to look up at him. "I don't mind if people talk. Let them. We know the truth and that's about all that matters," Chloe assured him, leaning in and kissing his cheek. "I promise to let everyone think that you're the best lay I've had," she teased. "I'll just blush and giggle and not say a word."
Mateo laughed, turning his head quickly, stealing a kiss as he slowed at a stop sign. “You can tell people whatever you want,” he assured her, stroking her arm. “I don’t care what people say. Only person I listen to about our relationship is you.” He inclined his head to the side. “And maybe my mom. But don’t tell her that. She’d have a heart attack if she thought I ever paid attention to anything she was saying.” He curled his arm more tightly around Chloe’s shoulders, stroking his thumb along the line of her jaw, curling a strand of hair slowly around his fingers. He loved playing with her hair, loved touching her. He’d probably get used to it, but right now, he got butterflies in his stomach every time he was near her.
Chloe grinned at his words. "Your secret is safe with me," she murmured, kissing his cheek again before resting her head against his shoulder and letting out a content little murr. She let one arm wind around his front and closed her eyes, breathing in the scent of him. God he smelled good. She could likely get off on just the thought and smell of him alone. Not that she was going to admit that. Even the thought of it had her flushing a little.
Mateo smiled at her soft murring, leaning his cheek against her hair, just for a moment. “You’re being distracting, baby,” he murmured, drawing a sharper breath as her scent grew a little thicker, muskier. Shifting a little in his seat, he willed the journey to pass quicker, wanting to be curled up with his girl under a blanket in the back of the truck, rather than trying to focus on the road ahead while she made a concerted effort to destroy his braincells. What few he had left, anyway. She was intoxicating, even when she didn’t mean to be. When she was wrapped around him like this...well, it was ten times worse. And he was finding it harder every time she touched him, to remember why it was a bad idea to have sex.
"Sorry," she whispered, though she wasn't really. "Can't help it. You distract me too. Makes it hard not to be distracting right back," she admitted. He was beautiful and smelled so good and on top of the physical things, he was the sweetest guy she'd ever met. He thought about her and cared about her and that was really all that Chloe wanted. And maybe an Alpha to tell her what to do or get her back in line when she shifted or swayed a little. He was a lot like her father and as weird as it might have sounded if she'd said it aloud, all she wanted was someone like Jason. Mateo was an Alpha if there ever was one and already Chloe was smitten. Despite her best efforts to take things slow.
“Not really a complaint,” he assured her, sliding his arm down to her waist, tugging her in a little closer against his side. “Love the way you smell. ‘Specially around me.” He nuzzled the top of her head, breathing in the scent of her shampoo, of her, keeping his eyes on the road. It was hard to do though, when all he wanted to do was pull over and kiss her until she couldn’t breathe. Blowing out a deep breath, he concentrated on the road again, frowning. Not think about hot girlfriend, not thinking about hot girlfriend....thank god they were nearly there.
"Likewise," she admitted, her fingertips playing over his his stomach as he drove, drawing little circles against his shirt. "You always smell so good," she murmured, biting her lower lip as she flicked her blue eyes up to his face. "It should really be illegal for you to be so damn... intoxicating. It's really not fair to render me so completely out of commission and turn my brain into mush," Chloe told him.
Mateo let out a low rumbling purr, arching his back off the seat a little, finding it hard not to just close his eyes and lean into her touches. But then they’d likely crash and die. And if they didn’t die, Jason would probably kill him. He shivered, glancing down at her, then back at the road. “I don’t know,” he murmured, voice a little rumbly and husky. “You do the same to me - fair’s fair, right?” He turned off the main road with a sigh of relief, heading up the dirt track towards the spot they’d gone to after Homecoming. Silly, maybe, but he already considered it ‘theirs’.
It might have been silly, but Chloe thought of it as 'theirs' too. It was, as far as she was concerned. Theirs. Maybe things shouldn't be moving so fast, maybe they shouldn't ache for each other the way that they did, but Chloe couldn't help it. She couldn't deny how attracted to him she was both on a physical and mental level. On top of that, her lioness was completely infatuated with him and if it was up to the lion within, she'd be flashing her backside at him and begging for him to take her. "Fair is fair," she agreed.
Mateo turned the truck around before parking, the rear facing out over the hill, with DC spread out beneath them. Switching of the truck, he turned up the radio, stealing another kiss before slipping out of the truck. He leapt easily into the bed of the truck, offering her a hand up with a grin. "Need a hand?" he asked, taking the blankets from her and tossing them into the back of the truck.
Chloe smiled at him, handing the blankets up to him and then taking his offered hand to climb into the back of the truck with him. She helped him lay out the blankets in the bed near the back of the cab and then leaned over to steal a kiss from him. "I'm starting to like this spot," she murmured against his lips teasingly.
Mateo grinned, kissing her back slowly. "Mmm, I can't think why..." He murmured, pulling back from the kiss slowly. She wasn't the only one of course, but she was the first to say it. He sat back against the can, his legs bent, feet wide apart as he beckoned to her. "C'mere," he murmured, tugging her down to sit between his legs, her back against his chest, draping a blanket over them both for warmth. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her neck as he looked at the view, the sun setting over DC.
She made herself comfortably between his thighs, settling so that she could slide down just enough to make their height difference nearly unnoticeable. Considering all her height was really in her legs, it was pretty easy to accomplish. She laid her head against his shoulder, turning it enough to kiss his cheek. "Keep kissing my neck like that and you're really going to find me irresistible," she warned him.
Mateo growled softly, stroking her stomach. “Like I don’t already?” He pointed out, leaning his head forward enough to kiss her a little more deeply. He eased the tips of his fingers into the waistband of her pants, stroking her stomach gently, teasingly. “I can smell you from here, Queenie,” he purred, kissing a path along her jaw, nuzzling her neck again. “You been driving me insane since the dinner table.”
She bit her lower lip when he started kissing along her jaw and making that delicious purring noise. Good God that was nice. She let out a soft growl in appreciation to the touches he made against her skin, tilting her head a little to give him more room to tease her. The fingers teasing against the waistband of her pants only added to the ache she had between her thighs. Instinctively she parted them a little more, a silent begging beckoning for him to go further than he already had. "Guess you really do like the way I smell," she breathed, releasing her lower lip as her lips parted in another soft groan, her eyes falling closed.
“You bet,” Matt practically purred, popping the button on her jeans, stroking her stomach softly. He nuzzled behind her ear, kissing her neck, letting out a soft murring sound as he eased down the zipper on her jeans, then slid his hand inside her panties. “Just tell me if you want me to stop,” he whispered, fingers sliding down, rubbing gently over her clit in slow circles. “God, baby, you smell so good,” he murmured, his eyes bleeding to pale gold as he breathed her in, fighting his jaguar’s urge to just pin her down and fuck her.
The sound of the zipper sliding down had goosebumps raising on her arms, even beneath the blanket. She shuddered slightly and Chloe gasped as his hand slid beneath her panties. Stop? Yeah, that was the furthest thing from her mind. She sure as hell didn't want him to stop. Her muscles clenched and released at just the feel of his fingers so close to her entrance, teasing over that sensitive little nub. She was practically drenched with that first circle that his fingertips made, a low purr sounding from inside of her as she leaned her head back, tilting it slightly as her body arched towards his touch.
Mateo bit down gently on her throat, so temptingly bared for him. His free arm tightened around her waist, holding her tightly against him, cock filling in his pants, pressing hard against the zip of his cargos. For now he focused on Chloe, on coaxing more of those gorgeous noises from her. “Don’t need to worry about anyone hearing,” he murmured, trailing his lips back up to her ear, nipping her earlobe. “You can scream loud as you want...” he stroked his finger over her entrance, still rubbing at her clit with his thumb, groaning softly at how wet she was for him.
It was almost strange if not a little funny that just the words he spoke seemed to make her wetter. She was practically dripping by the time that his finger slipped further down between her legs and teased over her entrance. She groaned low in her throat, her head falling back against his shoulder, lifting her hands to pull her hair to one side, the one opposite where his face was. She wanted to give him more access and less obstacle to be in the way of that perfect mouth against her neck. She could feel his cock growing, pressing in against her lower back and making her ache in a delicious sort of way. To know that just touching her and feeling how much he turned her on could turn him on too? Yeah, it made her feel pretty powerful. Chloe rocked her hips forward a little, beckoning him to slide that single digit inside of her. She wanted him so bad that no doubt that was all that the boy would be able to smell. Her ache for him.
He trailed his mouth slowly down her neck, leaving little nips and bites along the way, not enough to mark, just sting for an instant. His kisses softened as he reached her shoulder, practically purring as he nuzzled her, slowly easing one finger inside her. He couldn’t resist the rocking of her hips, the way each movement pressed her back against his cock, friction that made him groan loudly. His thumb flicked across her clit, barely touching her, teasing as he started to move his finger, slowly thrusting in and out of her.
Chloe kept her eyes closed, letting herself pretend that a lot more than his finger was inside of her. Her legs shifted farther apart, draped over his and bent at the knees as she used the fact that her feet could be flat against the truck bed for leverage in arching herself into his touches. She groaned again, this time a little louder, her eyes rolling back behind closed lids. Little gasps escaped her, cut off by pants of breath here and there as he teased his thumb over her clit for that extra bit of stimulation. How could a guy make her feel so damned good? She knew her body better than anyone, she thought, but his fingers felt so much better than her own.
Mateo added another finger when she’d relaxed a little, going by her reactions, every hitch of her hips making him harder, making him want her more. God, he wanted to just shove her onto her knees and take her right there, but he knew he couldn’t. Knew it wasn’t what either of them really wanted, even if their beasts were screaming that it was. Trying to distract himself, he slid his hand under her sweater, his fingertips skating along the edge of her bra, teasing her a little more. “God, Chloe,” he groaned, pressing tight against her, his cock hard, practically throbbing. “You feel so good...”
"All for you," she breathed out, her voice hoarse with her arousal, coming out more like a growl or a purr than words at all. Her lioness was begging for her to offer herself to him. To lean forward of her own accord and shove her pants down to her knees and not give him any option but to fuck her. Thankfully her human side was holding onto the last little bit of resolve that she had to behave herself. This boundary was plenty to be crossed already. She bit her lower lip and canted her hips towards his hand, rocking herself against his touch. His fingers slipping under her sweater only added to her sensory overload and she groaned loudly. "God, yes," she whimpered.
He palmed her breast, circling her nipple with his fingers through the soft cotton of her bra, teasing her with both hands, curling his fingers a little inside her. His breathing was a little uneven, low growls catching in his throat as he breathed her in, nipped and kissed her throat eagerly. He wanted, badly enough that he nearly whined as she shifted back against his crotch, grinding against his cock. “That’s it,” he purred, sucking gently on her earlobe. “C’mon, baby.”
She was so close already, from the touch of both of his hands and the whispered words he spoke. That didn't even cover the smell of him and the fact that he was hard enough she could feel his cock pressing against her back. Fuck she wanted him. She rocked her hips a bit more quickly against his hand, pushing his fingers a little deeper than they'd been going before. That earned a louder cry of approval, her toes curling inside of her shoes. Her hands shifted to his legs, just over his knees, gripping tightly at him as he drove her closer to completion. "Move the bra," she pleaded. "I wanna feel your hands on me," she all but whined out.
Mateo growled, doing as she asked, shoving her bra out the way and gently raking his fingernail across her nipple, squeezing it gently between his fingers, cupping her breast in his hand. He shifted, pushing his fingers deeper into her, stroking her inner walls, mouthing roughly at her jawline. She smelled so good, so tempting, and Mateo could tell she was close. He wanted this to feel good for her, wanted to be better than any other boy who’d touched her, anyone she’d ever wanted to touch her.
She'd thought that it couldn't get better, thought that his touches were already perfect, but he shoved her bra aside and caught her nipple almost roughly and shoved his fingers deeper into her, stroking places she didn't even know existed. Christ. How was she suppose to think or talk or even breathe when he was doing things like that to her? She shuddered, hips jerking forward against his hand as her whole body shifted, arching in an almost inhuman way. And then it was all over in a cry that rang out over the city, both of her hands going behind her to fist in his hair as her hips twitched through her climax.
Mateo snarled happily as she grabbed at his hair, biting more harshly at her neck, low enough that it would - hopefully - be covered by a sweater. Not that he was thinking about that, now. All he could smell was her, her cries echoing in his ears as he stroked her through her climax, gentling his touches but not stopping. His thumb still circled her clit, fingers rocking slowly into her, other hand still playing with her nipple. He wanted her to come again and again, wanted to see just how crazy he could make her.
Chloe was sensitive now and thankful for the gentle touches, but she'd expected him to stop. She'd fully thought that he was going to be done now that she'd come, but he wasn't. And he didn't show any signs of stopping. Christ. Her fingers stayed fisted in his hair, holding onto the strands as her hips continued to move against his hand. "God, Mateo," she gasped, biting her lower lip as her eyes flew open, the blue gone and replaced by tawny. She let out a heavy breath as she tried to put what she was feeling into words, giving up when she became unable to think again.
Mateo couldn’t help but grin against her skin, mouthing soft kisses up her throat, along the line of her jaw. He craned his neck to kiss her mouth, fingers still working against her, within her. He was hard, achingly so, but even that didn’t matter right now. All that he cared about was Chloe, was making her feel amazing. He’d been dreaming about her all night; the way she smelled, the way she tasted when he went down on her. The muffled sounds she’d made against his hand. Hearing them, unrestrained, was ten times better than he’d imagined.
"Fuck," she whimpered, fisting his hair tighter in her grip, her legs unable to stay apart any longer. She trapped his hand between her legs and simply rocked against his hand, rutting herself toward her own completion. He could focus more on his other hand as far as she was concerned. She doubted he'd complain about watching his girlfriend fuck herself with his hand. Not that she was really thinking at the moment about what he wanted or would like. That would come later, once she'd made herself come again with his help.
“God,” Mateo groaned, eyes wide as he watched her, the tugs on his hair going straight to his cock, making it even harder to focus on her. Luckily, she seemed to know exactly what she was doing, what she wanted. “You’re so fucking hot, Queenie,” he purred, squeezing and kneading her breast, fingertips playing with her nipple, teasing her. He’d lost all thought of how turned on he was, all thought of doing anything except touching her, making her come again.
She knew how to ride her own hand, she might as well make use of riding his. Fuck he felt so good. His words, telling her how hot she was and using that cute little nickname coupled with him teasing her breast sent her over after a few more rocks of her hips. She arched against him, crying out loud as the orgasm spilled through her. "Mateo!" she all but yelled, tugging his hair and biting down hard on her lower lip, almost enough to draw blood.
Mateo growled loudly as she tugged hard on his hair, burying his face against her throat, breathing her in. He eased his hand away from her breast, slid his fingers slowly out of her, groaning as her muscles clenched around them, fluttering weakly with aftershocks. God, she was incredible. He held her close, trying not to think about how hard he was, how badly he wanted to fuck her. He wasn’t an animal, damnit.
Chloe shuddered slightly in his embrace, trying her best to regain the ability to breathe and speak enough to tell him how fucking wonderful that had been. She bit her lower lip through a little disappointed groan when his fingers slid out of her. She felt empty again and god she just wanted him inside of her. Slowly she let her hands fall out of his hair and readjusted her bra back into place, glancing over her shoulder at Mateo, cheeks flushed and lower lip a bit more pink from the nipping she'd been doing to it. "You're incredible," she breathed, shifting to a kneeling position, turning to face him and leaning in to catch his lips with her own.
Mateo wiped his hand roughly on his pants - he could shove them in the wash when he got home, and his dad would likely be asleep by the time he got in, so he didn’t have to worry about him smelling anything. “I was just thinking the same thing about you,” he admitted with a soft murmur, cupping her face with the hand that had just come out from under her shirt, brushing his thumb against her flushed cheek. His hair was ruffled from her fingers clutching at it, a hint of a flush in his cheeks. He groaned softly into the kiss, leaning closer, aching to touch her.
She let out a little moan of her own against his mouth, moving herself onto her hands and knees, not even bothering to zip or button her pants. She was more concerned with making him feel good. Shifting her weight onto one of her hands, she used the other to fumble with the button on his jeans, sliding the zipper down as she kissed him a bit more roughly. She was going on instinct alone and what she thought might make him feel good. Mentally she was deciding just how far she wanted to go. She couldn't really just jerk him off since she didn't have any lotion on her, but she could put her mouth on him. Somehow she doubted he'd mind her alternative. Even if she was nervous as hell about whether she could do it well enough to please him.
Mateo let out a more heartfelt groan, hips hitching up against her hand as she unzipped his pants, his cock jerking against her fingers. The harsher kiss made him growl happily, nipping at her lower lip, his hand sliding back into her hair and tugging gently. He arched his hips up, needing the pressure of her hand, not caring if that was as far as she went.
He was so hard that as she wrapped her fingers around him, even through the boxers he wore, she couldn't help but gasp out a little against his mouth. The fact that he felt like that because of her was arousing in and of itself. "I wanna touch you," she whispered, nipping at his lower lip. "Put my mouth on you... but I... I've never so... I might... be bad at it," she breathed between kisses.
“God, Chloe,” Mateo rasped, practically shaking with need. “Yeah, please, I want...” He kissed her hungrily, sucking her lower lip into his mouth. “Wanna feel your mouth on me, baby,” he murmured, pushing his jeans down a little, easing his cock out of his boxers. He was too turned on to reassure her with anything other than his reactions, with how much he clearly wanted her. The thought of her mouth on him, the idea of which had been on his mind ever since the previous night, made him moan eagerly.
The reaction he had was enough to make her feel hot all over. She shuddered a little, wrapping her fingers around his cock once it was freed from the confines of his boxers. She wasn't thinking about anyone happening upon them, didn't care about people walking up. It was the furthest thing from her mind. She slid herself between his thighs, settling onto her stomach between his legs and looking up at him as she gave his cock one simple little stroke from base to tip and back down again. Keeping his cock steady, she leaned in and slowly licked a stripe on the underside of his cock all the way to the tip. Taking the head of him in her mouth, she sucked experimentally, eyes on his face, trying to figure out what he liked and didn't.
Mateo brushed her hair back from her face, watching closely as she settled between his thighs, steading his cock with her hand. The first swipe of her tongue against his cock made him gasp softly, cock growing harder still. He bit at his lower lip as she slowly took the tip of him into her mouth, holding in a loud groan. “That’s it,” he breathed, wanting to encourage her. “God, baby, your mouth feels good...” His thigh muscles clenched tight as he fought the urge to push up, wanting her to sink down, take more of him in.
Chloe liked that noise that he made. She wanted him making more noises like that, lots more noises like that if she could make it possible. He seemed eager to have her doing more, feeling her mouth more and Chloe was glad to deliver exactly what he wanted. She sank her lips down around him further, experimentally sliding down on him until the tip of his cock brushed the back of her throat. She felt the tickle, her throat threatening to close and make her gag so she pulled back a little, eyes still on his face. She was surprised how damned hot the look on his face was, the arousal that filled her nostrils. The scent of him alone enough to make her practically soak through her jeans.
“Oh, Jesus...” Mateo said weakly, his eyes wide as he looked down at her. Considering she’d never done this before, she was doing a pretty incredible job of sucking his brains out through his dick. He combed his fingers through her hair, his hips up just a little, not enough to choke her, but unable to resist the heat of her mouth, the feel of her tongue against his cock.
He hadn't told her to stop or pulled away from her so Chloe took his words to mean that she at least wasn't doing a bad job. Good. Fucking spectacular. She groaned around him, especially when he raised his hips that little bit. He obviously liked what she was doing or he wouldn't have wanted more nor would he have canted his hips the way that he did. She was still nervous, but the nerves were going down little by little as she told herself to make sure not to scrape her teeth over him, hoping to God that was the only thing that she needed to remember about the dirty girl talk in the lockerroom. Fuck. What if she forgot something?! She tried to concentrate more on his cock in her mouth than what she might be forgetting and slowly began to move her lips, sliding nearly off of his cock before sinking her lips down again.
Chloe’s groan vibrated against his dick, making him jerk, and curse softly. “God, do that again baby, and I’m not gonna last,” he groaned. It wasn’t really a complaint - he was close already, just from listening to her, from the smell of her arousal. Her mouth on his cock was bringing him dangerously close to coming. “If...” He licked dry lips, looking down at her, panting softly. “If you don’t want me coming in your mouth, you need to back off now.” He couldn’t hold on much longer, not with this much build up, with her mouth on his cock. He’d only had a blowjob from one other girl, and it just didn’t compare.
Apparently she was ridiculous for even thinking she was doing badly. He warned her, looking a lot like he was about to explode and she couldn't help but feel powerful. She smirked around his cock as she picked up the pace of her movements, deliberately sucking a bit harder on him as she groaned again. Yeah, like she was going to pull back when she already knew how he tasted. God. Chloe ached for him to go off, to feel him explode and know she was the reason for it.
Mateo bit down hard on his lower lip, whimpering softly as she sucked harder. God, she was going to be the death of him. But what a way to go. He tried to ask if she was sure, but it was already too late. He was already too close. Growling, a low bass rumble in his chest, he arched up, pushing deep into her mouth as he came, clutching a tight handful of her hair. His other hand clawed at the blankets, ripping through the fabric, a screeching sound as he clawed at the metal bed of the truck. His feet slipped against the blanket, seeking purchase to arch up, thrust into her mouth again and again, but he couldn’t. Hips jerking arhythmically, he gasped for breath, moaning brokenly.
She'd definitely not expected the reaction that Mateo had but fuck if that wasn't the sexiest thing that she'd ever see in her entire existence. Feeling him spill into her mouth, nearly down her throat without her even having to swallow down the come had her shuddering. Her hips canted towards the bed of the truck as if that would give her some friction for her own gratification. Her hands shifted to his thighs, gripping them tightly as she continued to bob her head on his cock, swallowing his come with a low groan as her eyes flicked up to catch his, to see that gorgeous look on his face.
Mateo tried to keep his eyes open, tried to keep his eyes on her face, but he just couldn’t. His eyes slipped closed, head falling back against the cab of the truck. “Fuck, Chloe...” He rasped, slumping down, slowly pulling his fingers out of her hair, practically tingling from head to toe. “You sure you’ve never done that before?” he murmured, reaching out to swipe his thumb across her lower lip, encouraging her to lean up and kiss him. He didn’t care about the taste of his come in her mouth; if anything, it turned him on, knowing that she’d sucked him off, that she wanted him that much.
Slowly she pulled her mouth off of him, letting his cock slip from her lips with a little pop. She shifted to settle into a sitting position instead of a lying one, surprised when he didn't seem to shy away from wanting to kiss her. She let out a soft groan and leaned it to kiss him, keeping it closed mouthed for now, trying her best not to think about how fucking sexy he was and how much she wanted him to do more than they already had. She was still soaking wet and it was all his fault. Him and his sexiness. Fuck. When she pulled back from the kiss, her eyes flicked to his. "Never," she admitted, not even bothering to ask him if it was alright because obviously it was good enough to make him come. "You're my first," she whispered.
"Well if you get any better, you're gonna kill me," he murmured. He brushed her hair back behind her ear, drawing her close for another kiss. "I can still smell you," he practically purred. It was flattering, that she was that turned on by him, that sucking him off had affected her that much. "Tell me what you want, baby. You want my mouth on you again?" He flushed a little, despite the filthy invitation, he was still a little unsure, and there was a part of him that thought he sounded ridiculous.
She flushed a little when he told her he could smell her. She knew he could, of course, but hearing him say it aloud was slightly embarrassing. She tried not to let it show however. At least until he asked that question and she felt a little flaily. She wanted to say yes, God how she did, but she also didn't want to seem like a whore. Not that she didn't think she already sort of looked like one with her pants still undone and his cock still out of his boxers. Christ. She bit her lower lip as she looked over his face, trying desperately to decide what was the best response. "Y-you don't have to."
He tucked his cock back into his boxers, looking up as she stammered a little. "Hey," he murmured, "It's ok,I want to. You smell incredible. But I don't have to, if you don't want me to..." He worried that he was pushing her too fast, that despite the way she smelled, the way their beasts responded to one another, she didn't really want this.
Chloe worried on her lower lip as she looked at him. It wasn't that she didn't want this. It was the fact that she did that was scaring her. "N-no," she said, shaking her head and shifting, curling up into his lap and winding her arms around his neck. She buried her face in against his throat and closed her eyes, breathing in the scent of him. "I want you to. I want you to do a lot more than that," she admitted. "I just... I don't want you to think that I'm some raging slut or something," she muttered. "I want you so much that it scares me."
Mateo wrapped his arms around her in turn, nuzzling her hair gently and he hugged her tightly. "I know what you mean," he admitted. "Not that I have much to compare this to, but yeah...I've never felt like this around anyone." Even now, he couldn't help the way his hands stroked her back, her ass, a low approving purr rumbling in his throat. "But I don't want you to be scared of this, of us. I don't want you to rush into anything you might regret, baby. I'd rather wait forever than sleep with you right now and have you regret anything we've done."
"I wouldn't regret it," she was quick to assure him. "I'd be afraid that you'd disappear," she admitted. She could at least be honest about her feelings. She was more worried about what would happen after with him than how she'd feel herself. She was worried that she liked him more, partially because he'd never really noticed her before she was thrust upon him thanks to Xander and his big mouth. "I just don't want to lose you," she sighed.
Mateo was quiet for a long moment, his hand slowly stroking her back soothingly. "Ok " he murmured after a pause. "I'm gonna try and not be insulted by that." He was, though. A little. He knew that she didn't know him that will, that she had no reason to trust him, but still. Over the last couple of days, he'd given her no reason to doubt him. "I'm not going anywhere, Queenie. I wish I'd noticed you earlier in the year, but I figured you were gonna end up with someone like Heller so there wasn't any point." Because homecoming crown side, he and Chloe moved in different circles. He wasn't unpopular, far from it, but he didn't hang out with the football team and cheerleaders.
Chloe immediately felt bad for the words that she'd said. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I know that, I do...," she added, because she did know. It was more her own insecurities that were tingling in the back of her mind telling her she was going to wake up and all of this would have been a dream. "I've been head over heels with you for... months," she sighed. "Since the second I saw you and I just... I'm worried that I'm going to say or do something to scare you away," she admitted. "There's all of this stuff that I want to say. Things I just want to blurt out but I don't want to make you think that I've lost my mind. That it's too soon. That I don't know what I'm talking about," she explained. "It's not that I don't trust you, because I do, it's that I don't trust me not to push you out the door."