aria_of_hope (aria_of_hope) wrote in oblivionrp, @ 2009-03-03 19:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | ella, ella and matt, matt |
Well shit.
Who: Ella and Matt
Where: Cult of Dionysus
When: Late...after the concert
Warning: NSFW!
Ella was reeling after her "breakup" with Chelsea. She hated that she hurt her so deeply. She hated that she took it almost as a personal attack against her. It wasn't. At all.
To get her mind off of things, Ella decided to go back in the club and drown her sorrows. She was normally so not a drinker, but tonight? Oh yeah, she was a drinker.
She straightened her skirt before heading inside and making a beeline to the bar. "Tequila," she told the bartender. As soon as she set the shot glass in front of her, Ella grabbed it and knocked it back. She grimaced at the taste, but slammed the glass upside down and gestured for another. This continued until Ella had consumed three shots in quick concession.
Matthew had been there for about fifteen minutes wondering if anything else was going to happen, wondering why so very few people were there anymore, as if after the concert they had a curfew, and trying his best to down his champagne bottle in a non conspicuous manner. After all, if he took the bottle to his lips and simply downed it - which is what he'd like to do with something much stronger - he'd definitely look like a tool. But this was boring, hanging around waiting for something he wasn't sure was going to happen.
He looked around at whoever else was at the bar, and noticed this pretty girl downing a large amount of tequila shots in a row. Smirking, he watched her some more. Either she was broken, or she had a drinking problem and a dry spell.
"You know it's not as much fun without the lime and salt, don't you?" He asked her, his voice deep but laced with playfulness.
Ella heard a voice but was in no mood. Until she looked up and saw this guy. Motherfuckin' hot was the first words to spring to mind. "I'm so gonna need another drink before I talk to you," Ella murmured. She gestured for another shot and slammed it back before looking back at him. "Lime and salt, huh? You offering?"
Matthew laughed slightly. Still no word whether she was a drunk, or the day had just been tough, but it didn't really matter to him either way at the moment. He took another sip off his drink.
"Ah, perhaps. You interested?" He asked, smirking again, that usual smirk of his.
Ella was definitely feeling her four shots by now. She was feeling lightheaded and of course, had all that liquid courage inside her. Chelsea be damned at this point. She was throwing all caution to the wind. "Hell yeah I'm interested," Ella said. She looked him up and down, her gaze burning. She gestured to the bartender for two more shots.
Matthew noticed the woman's look, she had been checking him out shamelessly. The night seemed to be shaping up just fine, now. He smiled approvingly, and did the exact same thing to her.
"Lime and salt, please?" He asked the bartender after she ordered the shots. Not that Tequila was his thing, but at least it wasn't beer. He turned to her. "So. Hard day's night for you?" He had to ask, for conversation had to be made.
"Yes. Just broke up with my pseudo-girlfriend. Don't want to talk about it. Want to drink." Ella said shortly. She raised an eyebrow, as if in challenge. She ran a finger down the center of his chest. "You up for it?" She glanced boldly at his crotch and then lazily looked him in the eyes.
Matthew threw his hands up, mimicking defeat. "I wasn't going to ask either way, darling." He said, glancing at the bartender distractingly, before feeling a finger on his chest. This pulled his attention right back at the woman, and he looked at her slightly bewildered.
"Oh..." He said, laughing while shaking his head, but not negatively in any way. So, so easy this time, he thought. "If you're sure..." He said, half-joking.
Ella didn't bother with answering. Her goal was to be numb and she was almost there. She took the lime and offered it to him, rind side to his mouth. She grabbed his arm and licked his wrist, her gaze never wavering from his face. She poured salt over his wrist. "Ready?"
Matthew's smirk kept growing (along with other things but he wouldn't pay attention just yet), and his eyes locked on the girl's, to show her he was loving every minute of this exchange. He wasn't even curious as to why after breaking up with a girl, she was so keen on this kind of thing with a guy, anymore.
He bit the lime a little bit, he liked the sour taste. Then, he nodded at her, winking. Of course he was ready. Of course.
Ella so didn't hesitate. She licked the salt off of his arm and then slammed the shot back. She wound a hand around his neck and pulled his head down. She tilted her head sideways and grabbed the lime out of his mouth with her mouth. She sucked it, her cheeks hollowing out and then put the lime rind in the empty shot glass. "Your turn."
Matthew didn't remember the last time he had done this, but he briefly wondered why he didn't do it more often. His hand slid around her waist as she grabbed the lime from his mouth, but he let go when she let go. He wanted his turn, too.
Finally, after she had eaten the lime very gracefully in his opinion, and mentioned it was his turn, Matthew got serious, and his stare got deeper.
Very slowly, he put the lime in her mouth, and pushed her hair back on her left side. A bit of a cliche, what he was about to do, but no time to get creative. If she had been wearing a very small skirt, perhaps. He licked her neck, still at the same slow pace, and poured the salt. However, he wasn't as nice as her, and didn't ask whether she was ready or not. Just as the salt was on her neck, it wasn't anymore, though he took his time licking it again.
The shot was the hardest part, as he wasn't a fan of Tequila particularly, but it was worth it, so he downed it quickly, swallowed it without thinking, and then looked back at her again. Still slow, he hoped this was enough teasing for her.
Finally, he grabbed the lime off her mouth with his teeth, and once he was done, he smiled.
It was definitely enough for Ella. Once he disposed of the lime, one hand went to his waist and the other around his neck. She pulled down his head down once again and kissed him. It was a brief meeting of lips, ending with Ella tugging on his bottom lip with her teeth.
She pulled back. "Wanna dance?"
And there it was, she'd finally kissed him, which Matt knew, from experience, she would do. He smiled teasingly at her, nodding approvingly even if she might be confused as to what exactly he was approving of. But any woman who kissed like she had done, however briefly, usually meant a promise of something greater. And Matt was all about great things.
Matthew wasn't big on dancing, one of his very few faults, but he could handle his own if he put a mind to it, and if lady wanted to dance, gentleman would dance with lady.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her to him, despite them still being quite close to the bar. They could start right there and then move on to the dance floor, surely. Holding her by the waist with one hand, he pulled his glass of champagne from the counter and downed it all, placing it back. Now he was ready.
Ella unwound from his arm and pulled him on the dance floor. She didn't hesitate winding her arms around his neck and moving to the music. She was flush against him, her hips matching the beat perfectly. She put her lips on his neck and kissed him. She kissed up to his ear and whispered. "My name's Ella."
Well, she wanted the dancefloor, after all. Matthew let her pull him wherever she was pulling him, and he noticed he hardly needed to move after all. She was dancing pretty well for the both of them and all he wanted was to feel her movement - perfect, fantastic movement to the beat.
She seemed to mean business, because nobody kisses anyone else on the neck if they don't mean it, and Matt closed his eyes as she did it, and kept them closed as she whispered her name. Not that it was entirely necessary to have given names put into the mix, in Matt's opinion, but it was nice to know. He moved his head down closer to her ear, and whispered his own name back in a husky voice. "Matt." He then breathed onto her neck slightly, before continuing. "Very nice to meet you, Ella."
Ella grinned, finally feeling the full effects of the alcohol she had consumed. She was feeling sexy and wild and completely uninhibited. She twisted around in his arms so her back was to his chest. She dropped to the floor and stood back up slowly, looking over her shoulder at him. She flipped her hair and winked at him. She wound an arm around his neck and ground her ass into his crotch. Oh yeah, he was definitely interested.
Not much Matt could do to hide exactly what Ella was doing to him at that moment, but then again, he didn't know that he wanted to. She seemed completely wild and loose, which Matthew welcomed and encouraged, and when she began grinding, he placed his hands on her thighs, kissing the back and sides of her neck at the same time.
They both knew where this was going, it had been pretty much established almost from the start. Question was, how much longer until then, and did they really want to skip all this wonderful teasing? Matthew nibbled at Ella's left ear playfully as he decided to forget about the question and focus on the matter at hands. Literally.
Ella's thoughts were pretty much in line with Matt's. She was ready to move this elsewhere. She spun around, out of his arms. She backed away from him, a sexy smile on her hips, her hips swaying and crooked a finger at him. She was giving him a "come hither" look. She hoped he would. She turned and walked outside. She was kinda unsteady on her feet, so she ditched her heels, kicking them off in some random corner. She stood against the ship railing and leaned out over the edge, letting the wind whip through her hair. She giggled, the wind ripping the sound away.
Matthew tilted his head a tiny bit to the left and smirked at her perfect little body as she walked away. Of course he followed her, with a bit of a hungry gaze in his eyes. He put his hands on her waist and stood behind her as she caught some wind on her face. Maybe she needed some air, but the way she had called him suggested something else. Still, the crisp air of the night made it feel good to be outside, regardless.
Matt looked for something to say, but nothing occurred to him at that moment, and he simply stood quietly behind her. Then, he noticed her giggle. "What are you laughing at?" He asked, amused.
"Nothing. The irony of the moment. But screw irony. Let's go!" Ella turned around and looped her arms around his neck. She kissed him hungrily, her tongue tracing his bottom lip. She broke off the kiss and asked, "Your room or mine?"
Matthew didn't really want to ask about what was ironic in that moment, and was glad to see she wasn't interested in explaining, either. He responded gladly to the kiss, and smiled, his head swimming a little bit - must've been the mixture - before answering. "Whichever's closer." He said, and this time he kissed her hungrily too, deeply and with just enough tongue.
Ella returned the kiss with gusto. When it ended, she said. "My room. Now." She grabbed his hand and started walking to the elevators. She pressed the Down call button and then turned back to Matt. She shoved Matt against the all between the elevators and pressed against him, her lips finding his. They kissed hungrily until the ding of the elevator brought Ella back to earth. She pushed away from him and pulled him in the elevator, pressing her floor button as they went. She shoved him against the elevator wall and kissed him again. She pulled back enough to say against his lips, "Apparently I have this thing with walls."
Matthew sniggered, flustered. "I can tell." He whispered, and then he pushed her onto a wall instead - hopefully he hadn't hurt her, but with all this pushing one never knew.
He kissed her, and his hands touched Ella wherever they could. He sort of lifted her off the floor, holding her by the thighs and half-forcing her to wrap her legs around him. Now that was much better.
Ella let out a soft sigh when her back hit the wall. Her eyes flew open when he lifted her, but she quickly wrapped her legs around his waist. Her hands were fisted in his shirt, tugging him as close to her as possible. She arched her back to press herself against him.
The alcohol was swirling in Ella's head, making her lightheaded. She was impatient, wanting Matt's clothes off now! She worked on unbuttoning the shirt as far as she could. She trailed kisses over each exposed bit of his chest, savoring the taste of him.
Seeing as she seemed to be keen on undressing him right there in the elevator, Matthew grinned into her kiss, because he had not been expecting this much eagerness from her, she hadn't looked the type when they first met, not long ago.
He kissed her neckline, and then proceeded to move down, stopping just above her breasts, but unable to go any further because his hands, being busy with holding Ella in place by her thighs, couldn't exactly be relied on to unbutton her blouse. Matthew let out a frustrated groan at this, but didn't stop what he was doing.
Ella vaguely heard the elevator ding as it came to her floor. She pushed against Matt, a tiny pout showing her frustration. "This is our stop," Ella said, pushing at Matt until he let her go. She walked with him, tucked very close to his side, not wanting to stop feeling his warmth. Once they reached her door, Ella scrambled for her key in her purse. She finally got the door unlocked and pushed in. She hadn't quite expected that her legs would feel like jello but they did, and she sunk to the shag carpet colored floor, pulling Matt along with her.
Matthew still couldn't believe how well this night was going, and how lucky he was being. This girl seemed absolutely devoid of inhibition, at least for the day, and he gladly sunk into the carpet with her, going for her blouse as soon as he could.
Kissing her breasts, he caressed her navel at the same time, and then kissed her hungrily on the lips again, just to see what she would do next.
Kissing was one of the few things that Ella adored in this world. She hauled Matt down on top of her, her mouth opening to deepen their kisses. Her teeth nipped his bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth. Ella groaned at the sensation. She ran her hands down his back and under his shirt. She remembered she hadn't unbuttoned it all the way and brought her hands around to his front to unbutton it completely. Once it was unbuttoned, she tried pushing it off his shoulders, but the way he was laying prevented her from tugging it off. She tore her mouth from his and grunted, "Get it off. Too many clothes!"
Matthew faked outrage at Ella's guttural, almost savage grunt, but he couldn't say he didn't like it, which was why he sported a very genuine smirk right afterwards.
"You're not a time waster, are you?" He asked, obliging and taking his shirt of, after which he tried to get her own out of the way. "Your turn." He said seriously, pausing so she'd take hers off. Hopefully she wouldn't be long, for Matthew wasn't sure how much time he could actually handle without his hands all over her. In the meantime, he thought he'd take care of her fly, which he did with another one of his smirks.
Ella stripped her shirt off and reached for Matt's fly. After she undid the button, her fingers stilled. "You have a condom, right?"
Matthew regarded her with a look that said "Well, duh!" but didn't answer, and took it out of his back pocket. It was of the yellow, banana flavored, kind. Smirking, he set it aside and kissed Ella again, pushing her jeans down with one of his hands while massaging her thigh at the same time.
With that piece of business taken care of, Ella scrambled out of his arms and stood up. She undid her bra and flung it at him. Then she squirmed out of her jeans and thong. She walked to her bed, completely unsteady from the alcohol. She laid down and crooked her finger at Matt.
Matt stood up after Ella, taking the condom with him, watching her interestedly. He bit his bottom lip and sort of chuckled before pulling his shirt completely off and dropping his own jeans. He walked very slowly towards her, and once he got to the edge of the bed, Matt placed the condom on her belly, running a finger from it down to her pelvis.
"You do the honors." He said, lying down next to her and kissing her shoulder.
Ella looked at him, a sexy grin tilting up her lips. "My pleasure." She pushed him on his back and tore open the condom with her teeth. She positioned it in her mouth and then leaned over him. She held his penis in one hand while her mouth unrolled the condom over him. When it was on, she smacked her lips. "Mm, banana!" She put her hands in the center of his chest and straddled his hips. She used one hand to guide his penis to her opening and slowly, ever so slowly slid down on him. She gasped as he filled her, twinges of pain making her inhale sharply. It had been so long since she'd had sex and she was really tight.
Matthew sighed very deeply while Ella applied the condom, and smiled when she seemed to like the taste. It was obvious by now that she would be on top and Matthew was all for it, so when she positioned herself he placed his hands on her hips and waited patiently. She seemed overly tight, so Matt didn't move and looked at her, to check for any sign of pain.
"You okay?" So he was an asshole, but he wasn't that much of one. No point in having sex if the two (or more) participants weren't enjoying it, much less if one of them was in pain.
Ella just nodded, a sexy moan escaping her lips. Once she adjusted to his size, she started to move slowly. She slid up on him and back down, taking him in inch by agonizing inch. She leaned over, her breasts dangling on his chest, and kissed him, her hips moving all the while.
Everything seemed fine, and with a smirk, Matthew stopped worrying and let himself go. This girl moved just right, though the need to push her by the thighs kept growing, but Matt knew better than to do that. He'd let her get there. In the meantime he kissed her back, and then her neck, and then any and all inches of skin he could get to.
Ella let herself get distracted by his kisses. Her hips continued moving in perfect harmony with his to some unknown beat that only they heard. His kisses, his tongue, his hands made her hotter and she had to sit up to move better. She shivered as he sank deeper inside her as she sat up.
Matt touched her breasts softly, massaging them once she sat up. He ran his fingers up and down her stomach distractedly, while both of them kept moving.
After a while, Matthew entangled one of his legs with one of Ella's, and turned her around; it was his turn on top now. He kept kissing her, upping the tempo a little bit, and then nibbled at her ears.
Ella's eyes, which had closed on their own accord, flew open when Matt flipped them over. She smiled up at him, her hands finding purchase on his shoulders. She met him, thrust for thrust as the tempo became more and more hurried due to their building passion.
Matt smiled back and kissed her again, moving back to her ears to continue what he'd been doing. He grabbed one of her hands with his, too, and focused on the thrusting. Not long now, perhaps.
Ella was gasping with each thrust and she could feel the heat curling in her belly. She knew it wouldn't be long before it uncurled, making her scream in pleasure. She focused on Matt's ragged breathing, wanting him to be with her when she let go.
He could feel her thighs tightening around him, which hinted at only one thing. If she was ready, then so was he, and Matt sunk his head between her neck and hair, panting, maybe even moaning almost under his breath. He moved a little faster, a little deeper now, one hand tight around her wrist and the other who knew where at this point.
Ella felt Matt speeding up the pace. She felt his thrusts even deeper, moaning at each thrust. She scraped her nails along his back, not really caring if she left marks or not. She bit down on his shoulder and with a guttural cry, she let go, tumbling into the depths of pleasure.
This girl was driving him crazier now, with the scratching and the biting and Matt thanked the heavens for that. It couldn't have come at a better time, either, it only helped with the proceedings. He moaned louder, or grunted, rather, and when he felt her arching underneath him Matt stopped making an effort to hold on, and let himself go along with her.
Her breaths were loud as she tightened around him. Her back arched and then she stilled as the pleasure washed over her. Her eyes squeezed shut as she came. After a few seconds of tingling and fireworks, Ella felt boneless, exhausted. She ran her hands along Matt's back, murmuring his name quietly as she came down from the orgasm.
Matt sort of dropped down on Ella, careful not to crush her in the process. He closed his eyes as he let his breathing go back to normal, and kissed her shoulder once he felt a little less breathless.
He slid off of her and onto the bed by her side, looking up at the ceiling but not exactly, as he wasn't paying attention to what his eyes were looking at. There was no point, he felt, in asking her if she had liked it, because it was clear she had. Instead, Matt would lie there quietly, resting, and hopefully she wouldn't kick him out right that second.
Ella too, laid there until she could breathe without gasping. Once she was in control of her breathing, she rolled onto her side, facing Matt. "Dear God that was good." She grinned at him, running a hand up and down his chest.
Matt looked at Ella out the corner of his eyes and grinned back. "I know." He then said, because it was true. It had been good, and not just on his part, either. He sighed; for some reason he was now slightly tired, probably because of the drinking, otherwise he wouldn't have been. He never got tired when it came to sex and his job, anyway.
Ella laughed, low and sultry. "Oh so modest, aren't we?"
She yawned. "I'm sleepy. You staying the night or are you going back to your room?"
Matthew chuckled and nodded. Indeed, modesty was rarely, if ever, in his dictionary. He lifted his head and looked around lazily, and then ran a hand through his hair. "Uh... I don't know..." Which was true, he didn't. As tired as he was, staying the night could pass the wrong message about what would happen next, and little frightened him more than that. He then wondered what the question really meant. Did she care, or was she actually inviting him out?
He thought it best to keep the honesty. "As long as you don't think this makes us boyfriend and girlfriend, or some silly shit, I don't mind staying." There it was, settled. Matt didn't think Ella would be in the mood for lovey dovey relationships, anyway. She didn't seem to be, and as far as he remembered, she had said something about a break-up.
Ella waved her hand dismissively. "Of course not. Stay, go, I don't care." She yawned and sighed. "I probably won't remember much of this in the morning anyway." Ella felt her eyes drifting closed. "Thanks Matt. 'Night." And with that she fell asleep, her hand still on his chest.
"Awesome." Was all he said, with noticeable drowsiness in his voice, before turning to his side and falling asleep almost instantly, but not before thinking she had better remember it in the morning, for many reasons.