Mateo Rodriguez (elgatonegro) wrote in supernextdoor, @ 2012-08-01 19:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | 10.21.11, chloe, chloe and mateo, mateo |
Hold me, thrill me...
Who: Chloe and Mateo
What: Post confrontation alone time
When: 10.21.11 - Friday, Late Evening
Where: Mateo's house
Warnings: NSFW
Chloe had dinner with her family at home and had waited until Mateo called saying he'd finished up at the doctor's. Thankfully it wasn't anything too serious that would keep her from being able to see him, so she came over to his house. They spent a little while chatting with his parents and letting them get to know Chloe before they went up to Mateo's room to spend some time alone together. That was what Chloe was wanting more than anything, reassurances that he was alright while he was all alone with no one but the two of them.
Once in his room, she looked around, smiling a little at finally getting to see the inside of his house and the inside of his bedroom as well. It was much like she'd pictured it, a typical teenage boy's room really. Settling down on the edge of his bed, she looked up at him, giving a gentle smile to the boy. "Are you alright?" she asked him, curious to know what his response would be now that the fire had died down some and everyone was done with the drama. "Want me to kiss your boo boos and make them all better?"
Mateo closed the door behind him, kicking his sneakers off and collapsing face-first down on the bed with a groan. And ow, bad idea. Now his ribs were complaining, and he’d smushed his eye against the pillow. He rolled onto his back, reaching out and grabbing hold of her wrist, tugging her close to lie against his unbruised side. “Kissing sounds good,” he murmured, looking at her with his good eye, the bruised eye swollen shut and puffy-looking, already coloring dark purple. And of course his split lip meant that even kissing would hurt. Yeah, his life sucked right now.
Chloe gently brushed her fingertips across the side of his face that wasn't bruised. "My poor baby," she whispered, pressing her lips to his forehead and sighing. She toed off her shoes and curled up against him, kissing the underside of his jaw. "I'm sorry," she told him. "About all of this. I still feel like it's all my fault. I should have dealt with Derek and his bullshit myself before it got this bad," she muttered. It just wasn't fair. Such a big huge mess and all because of an idiot guy. "Nothing he said matters to me, okay?" she told Mateo, hoping that he'd believe her.
He wrapped his arms around her, breath hissing out of him a little as he twisted too much, ribs reminding him that he’d been booted in the side a couple of hours previously. Thankfully, the doctor had said it was nothing more than bruises. “I know,” he murmured, stroking his fingers through her hair. “He just...he made me so angry,” He closed his eyes, breathing in the scent of her, kissing her forehead gently. “Kept saying all this shit about how, how you were slumming it with me, how you were laughing at me behind my back.” He sighed. “I know it’s not true, I know you’d never do that. But it still bothered me, at the time.” And yeah, he wasn’t going to tell her what else Heller had said. The things he’d claimed about her, talking about her wearing thongs and letting Heller eat her out. She didn’t need to know that.
"I'm not slumming it with you," she told him, shaking her head and curling in more against him. "You're the best thing that ever happened to me," she whispered against his jaw, kissing the skin there once more. "I'm not laughing at you behind your back. Or doing anything behind your back," she promised him. Then she sighed. "Unless you count me and Darcy having a project together for History. But I was going to tell you, I just hadn't had the chance to yet," she shrugged. "You're not mad are you?"
Mateo frowned, shaking his head. “No, why would I be?” He murmured, stroking his hand down her back. He purred softly as she cuddled in tighter against him, wrapping his arms around her, nuzzling at her hair. She smelled gorgeous, and while he might be hurt, there was parts of him that really didn’t care about that. Doing his best to ignore that, he stroked her back slowly, tilting his head against hers and closing his eyes with a sigh. The rest of the afternoon might have been shitty, but he couldn’t deny that this was really nice.
"Because I hadn't told you. I mean I don't want you to think that I was going to keep it from you or anything. We actually had a pretty decent conversation. She's not so bad," she murmured. "She cares about you. Have you guys made up yet?" she questioned, hoping that they had. "She also told me about what she caught you doing," she smirked. "I love how you carefully left that bit out," Chloe teased.
He sighed. “Not yet. I haven’t had the chance to talk to her.” And yeah, he’d been kind of avoiding her, a little. He wanted to give them both the chance to calm down before they spoke again. And the thought of her with Tony still made him cranky. He groaned when Chloe continued talking, blushing as he covered his eyes with one hand. “God. I’m gonna kill her.” He sighed. “Yeah, I left it out. Because I really don’t want to think about Darcy seeing my cock. Again.” He was a teenage boy. Given 5 idle minutes, his brain (and hand, and cock) inevitably went one place, and one place only. “Plus, I didn’t really know how to say it,” he murmured, smirking just a little as he looked at Chloe. “I was thinking about my girlfriend, and how smoking hot she looks in her cheerleader outfit...” He stroked her cheek with one finger, rolling carefully onto his side and kissing her slowly.
Well at least that wasn't a 'No, I'm never talking to her' which was better than the alternative. SHe smiled a little when he got all embarrassed about what Darcy had seen. "Not like you've got anything to be ashamed of," she murmured softly. She couldn't help but blush a little when he rolled over to face her and commented about what he'd been thinking about. "Oh yeah?" she asked him, smirking a little against his lips. "Too bad she interrupted, what a shame."
“Mmmhmmm,” he answered, kissing her again, cupping her face and holding her close. “Guess I should make up for lost time, right?” He whispered, teasingly. “Since the window’s closed right now and she’s not gonna come in...” Of course, he’d prefer if it was Chloe’s hand on his cock, but her watching him jerk off...yeah, that worked too. That more than worked. And she’d likely be able to smell that.
Chloe bit her bottom lip as her eyes flicked up to meet his. She could smell how turned on he was at the thought of her watching him. "Won't your parents freak out?" she whispered as if the words could be heard throughout the house. "Won't they know?" Maybe his father wouldn't do anything about it, but his mother surely wouldn't like it.
Mateo shook his head. “They won’t care. My mom says she doesn’t mind what I do, as long as I don’t get anyone pregnant. They sort of gave up on telling me I couldn’t have girls in my room since Darcy comes in and out whenever she wants.” And his dad, while he’d be the one who could smell if there was anything going on, wouldn’t try and tell Mateo what to do. He was way too laid back (and too submissive) for that. He slid his hand down her side, eased his fingers under her shirt to stroke her bare side, fingers splayed across her waist. He kissed her softly, teasingly. “Besides, Dad’ll be passed out in front of the tv by now, and Mom’ll be tucked up in bed with a book.” Really the only one they had to worry about barging in was Ana, considering how much she’d been taken with Chloe.
She wasn't so sure they wouldn't care, but he seemed to be pretty positive so she had to go on his word. He wouldn't likely want to get caught either so he wouldn't put himself in the position to get walked in on with his pants down. Not again. "And what about your ribs?" she asked him, fingertips skating over where the bruise was on his side. "All that heavy breathing can't be good for it," she smirked.
He shivered as her fingers teased over his side, ticklish through the thin fabric of his t-shirt. “I’m a teenage boy,” he pointed out. “Like that’s gonna stop me jerking off.” Whether it was now, or after she’d gone home, he was going to jerk off tonight. And the thought of Chloe touching him, of kissing her at the same time...yeah, that was much more fun. “Up to you, Queenie,” he murmured, sliding his fingers through her hair. “I’m gonna end up jerking off after you go home anyway,” he was blushing a little, but it was the truth. “This way I get to kiss you...touch you...” he kissed the slope of her jaw, her neck, purring as he nuzzled softly. He was starting to get hard now, cock twitching as he pressed against her, filling inside his jeans.
It was too difficult to think about anything else when he was kissing her like that, talking about jerking off and wanting to touch her and kiss her while he did it. Adding that to the way that he smelled and it was a deadly combination. How was she supposed to be able to make good decisions when he was filling her up with horribly filthy thoughts? She bit her lower lip through a soft, approving groan. "Well if you're gonna do it anyway," she whispered, still too paranoid to keep her voice much higher than the breathy little utterance. She doubted he'd mind all that much. If anything it probably just turned him on more.
He shivered at that soft groan she let out, sliding his hand up her back, under her shirt, coaxing her to lean against him, press closer as he slid his knee between her thighs. “Mhmmm,” he murmured, nipping gently at her throat. “Or I could try and convince my staggeringly hot girlfriend that I’m hurt, and need her help...” he murmured. Tightening his arm around her, he rolled them over gently, until he was lying on his back with her straddling him, her weight on her arms. He kissed her hungrily, rolling his hips up against hers, letting out another low moan.
If she'd thought it was hard to think before, it was even harder to think with him beneath her, pressing up against her like that. She could feel him through her jeans, through his, through the fabric of their underwear. If she thought about it hard enough, she could probably memorize the way that his cock lay against his body when confined to his pants. God. "What kind of help do you want, baby?" she whispered against his lips, fingertips teasing beneath the hem of his shirt, slowly pushing it upwards, revealing his gorgeous stomach.
He shivered, lifting up a little to make it easier for her to push his tshirt up and out of the way. “Eh, I’m easy,” he murmured lightly, smirking just a little. Really, he wasn’t going to turn down anything, at this point. A gorgeous girl offering to help him out? Yeah, there was no bad in this situation, at all. Well, except for the fact that his face was throbbing in time with his pulse, and he could only see out of one eye. That kind of sucked balls.
She carefully pulled his shirt off of his body, watching to make sure that she didn't bump his eye by accident. She let it slide off the bed to the floor and focused in on that pretty face of his. "You're not easy," she told him, smirking as she leaned down to steal a soft kiss from his lips. "But don't tell me that you're easy because I might want something you're not willing to give me," she whispered.
His face wasn’t so pretty right now, but if she was enjoying the view, he wasn’t going to complain. “Queenie,” he assured her, “There isn’t anything you could ask me that I wouldn’t give you.” It was a little sappy, but it was true. He kissed her again, cupping her face in both hands, tangling their tongues together lazily.
"Is that right?" she asked him, pausing to kiss him before she said anything else. She trailed her lips along his jaw to his neck and just beneath his ear, leaving little kisses in the wake of her mouth as it shifted over the planes of his face. "I love you," she whispered against his skin, pulling back a little and sitting upright, tugging her shirt up and over her head, tossing it aside the same way that she'd done with his. She flushed a little, her skin pink tinged beneath her freckles from her cheeks to the tops of her breasts. She tried not to let her embarrassment show, but she wasn't used to being so exposed in front of someone. So naked.
“I love you too,” Mateo murmured, growing a little distracted when Chloe sat up, tugged her shirt up and over her head. He slid his hands up her back, tugging her close, shifting awkwardly up on an elbow to kiss her throat, the curve of her breasts, nuzzle into her cleavage with a low purr. God, she smelt good. Felt even better. His hand curved over her breast, thumb sliding over her nipple, as he kissed his way along the lacy edge of the cup. “We should,” he kissed her skin again, still just as distracted, “close the curtains. Just in case Darcy stops by.”
Yes, they should definitely close the curtains. But how could she think about moving, let alone getting up and shutting the curtains when he was kissing her chest like that? Letting out those soft little purrs the way that he did. Chloe nodded a little, her fingers sliding through his hair. "Okay," she breathed, reluctantly pulling away from him, catching his lips in a lingering kiss before she got up and moved towards the window, closing the curtains and then turning back to face him. Did he have to be so delicious? Even injured? She couldn't help but stare.
Mateo watched her, braced up on his elbows, his legs parted a little. He was hard enough now that his jeans were tented at the front, his cock pressed tight against dark denim. He smirked a little as she stared at him. She could look at him like that all day if she wanted. Especially if she was gonna walk around with no shirt on. Shifting his hips a little, he laid his hand over the bulge of his cock, cupping himself gently. He bit at his lower lip, groaning softly as his head fell back, his eyes still on her face.
Yeah, that wasn't helping her trying not to stare. "Should I lock the door?" she asked him, undoing the button on her jeans, slowly dragging the zipper down. He deserved a little teasing after defending her honor. He'd nearly pummeled a guy to death for calling her a slut. And whatever else he'd said beforehand, all of which she was unsure of but didn't even care to ask. Derek was a loser who was getting what was coming to him for his ignorance. Mateo, on the other hand, was her hero.
Nodding, Mateo wet his lips nervously, watching as she unfastened her jeans. She was gonna be the death of him, if she kept this up. “Yeah,” he breathed, popping the button on his jeans as he watched her walk to the door and lock it, easing down the zipper. He’d ended up going commando after his shower, having forgotten to pack clean underwear in his gym kit. He was starting to think he might have to do that more often, if Chloe was gonna be like this.
She made the rest of the walk to the door, latching it and then staying turned away from him as she slid her pants down and off, bending over purposefully as she stepped out of them. She tossed her jeans to the side, and gave her rear end a little teasing wiggle as she slowly stood again and looked at him over her shoulder. Which was likely a bad idea because watching him slide his zipper down was an intoxicating image. God.
Mateo groaned softly as she wiggled her ass at him, sitting up in bed. If she didn’t get back over here, he was going to end up shoving her against the door. And there wasn’t anyone to interrupt, this time. He closed his eyes for a moment, hoping to calm himself down a little. But all that did was make it easier to smell her, to taste her arousal in the air. His eyes were a little golden when he opened them again, voice a low purr as he spoke. “C’mere, Queenie,” he said, holding out a hand towards her.
She couldn't resist an invitation like that, so she didn't. She made her way towards him, taking his hand and sliding onto the bed with him, leaning in to steal a soft kiss from his lips. "I love it when you call me that," she whispered against his mouth. And she did. Honestly she loved it when he called her anything at all. Especially his.
“Really?” He grinned against her lips, tugging her waist until she straddled him, sliding his hands up her bare back. “Gonna have to keep calling you that, then.” It was no hardship for him - anything that made her happy. “You’re so gorgeous,” he murmured, kissing a trail down her neck, nipping gently at the fading marks on her throat. “Mmm, mine,” he purred, needing that confirmation after all that had happened, all that Heller had said. He slid his hands over her ass, her thighs, petting her slowly.
"Mhm," she murmured, following his pulling arms direction and straddling his lap again. Chloe let his fingers move over her body, happy to have him teasing every inch of her flesh that he could reach. She flushed a little at the compliment, the words seeming so much more wonderful coming from him than they would from anyone else. "Yours," she agreed, nodding a little. He could have all the confirmation that he needed. She'd keep telling him that she was his until eternity because she was. Every part of her.
“Now I’m sure you mentioned somethin’ about helping me out,” Mateo murmured, his lips still against her skin, curved in a cheeky smile. He arched his hips up a little, to emphasise his point. Horny teenage guy - not easily distractable. Even by something as gorgeous as his girlfriend in her lingerie. All that was doing was making him aware of how fucking horny he was right now.
"Mhm," she said softly, biting her lower lip and letting her fingertips teasingly slide over his chest in a southern motion. She danced a path downwards until she reached the part in his jeans where his fly was open, letting out a soft approving sound as she shifted further down to straddle his legs more than his hips. She pulled his jeans down a little, just enough to expose him to her, cock springing to attention instantly and getting a little gasp from her.
Okay, so he had a gorgeous cock. A cock that she couldn't help but be slightly jealous had been seen by other girls. Darcy even. Wrapping her fingers around the base of his cock, she teasingly stroked him several times, eyes on his face as she shifted a little. Rocking her hips in against his cock as she stroked him, pressing him to the front of her panties. Okay, she was torturing herself with that one, but she just wanted to feel him against her, feel how close he was, how much he wanted her.
Mateo bit his lower lip as her hand slid down his chest, tugging his jeans down a little further. He groaned softly as she eased his cock free, wrapping her fingers around him. God, yeah. He slid a hand behind his head, looking down his body, groaning as she rocked her hips against him. “Chloe...” he breathed, stroking her thigh, sliding his hand up to her waist. He wanted to touch her, wanted to fuck her...but he wasn’t gonna rush it in his bedroom, one ear listening out for his family busting in. “God, you’re so fucking hot,” he breathed, sliding his fingers between her legs, stroking against her, through her panties.
She shuddered when his fingers slid between her thighs, her head lolling back on her shoulders, lips parting in a soft little gasp. She was listening too, paranoid, nervous. She wanted him so badly she could damn near taste it. She was damp through her underwear at this point, not even embarrassed that he'd feel that, not even caring that she couldn't hide how aroused she was. "Want you so bad," she whispered softly, leaning forward again to catch his lips, needing to feel his mouth on hers.
“I know,” he whispered back, nipping at her lower lip. “Me too, baby.” He’d wanted to surprise her, but considering how turned-on they both were, how tempting she was... “I asked Xander if I could borrow his house tomorrow night,” he murmured, cupping her face. “I figure we can go to the party with him and Charlie for a bit, then sneak away...maybe get some time alone?” He ran his thumb over her lower lip, his eyes flicking from her mouth up to meet hers, wondering if she’d understand just what he had planned. “Or we could just say we’re going to the party, then not go,” he offered. That way he could make her dinner or something, beforehand.
She blinked a little at his words, surprised, but pleasantly so. He'd said he'd see what he could do and she couldn't believe that she hadn't thought of Xander's house before. "You really want me that badly?" she breathed against his lips, biting her lower one and gazing back into his eyes. She released his cock from her grasp, pulling his hands away from her only to pin them over his head, shifting her hips to trap his cock between his body and the juncture between her thighs. "Tomorrow?" she breathed. "You and me. No regrets?"
He moaned softly as she pinned his hands, rocked her hips against his. “You even need to ask, Queenie?” He murmured, arching his hips, cock twitching against her heat, damp cotton rubbing against him, making him groan. “God, if my parents weren’t around I’d...” he closed his eyes, trying his best not to think about what he wanted to do to Chloe. That way badness lay. “Fuck, want you,” he rasped. He opened his eyes, lifting his head to kiss her hungrily, letting her pin his hands for now. “No regrets, baby, I promise.”
She was still a little terrified that he'd lose interest in her once they'd slept together but she couldn't deny that she wanted him. Couldn't deny that she ached for him. Especially when he made those noises, whispered out those soft curses that sounded so sexy in his raspy, ridiculously horny voice. She returned the kiss just as hungrily, tongue and teeth and soft little sounds muffled by the press of their mouths. "Good," she whispered back as she pulled her mouth from his only a slight breath away from his lips. "Feels right, you and me," she breathed, lacing her fingers through his. "Never felt this way about anything or anyone. Never been this far with anyone. It's crazy, right?" she whispered. "I've lost my mind over you."
“Guess we’re both crazy, then,” he whispered back, kissing her, squeezing her hands even as he arched up a little, rubbing against her. “Yeah, definitely driving me crazy here,” he teased, grinning. He was utterly smitten with Chloe, beast and boy both. “Love you, Queenie,” he breathed, lifting their joined hands to his lips, kissing her fingers. “Can’t wait to get you alone, show you how much.”
She grinned at him, the smile melting into his kiss and then into a groan as he arched against her. "Love you," she replied, giving up on teasing him as soon as he kissed her fingers. She shifted her hips, rocking herself against him, eyes on his face to see how much he enjoyed the teasing or if she needed to change her course of action. "Me too," she whispered.
At this point, pretty much any kind of friction was good. Especially when she smelled so tempting. He moaned, biting his lower lip, slipping his hands free of hers to grab her hips. He rolled them over, laughing softly as he hit his elbow off the wall, leaning down to kiss her to muffle his laugh. He ground his hips down against hers, stifling a loud moan. From this angle, he could touch her a little easier. Kiss her throat. He cupped her breasts, nuzzling eagerly, his hips still moving slowly against her, cock sliding against the soaked cotton of her panties.
From this angle she could almost pretend that he was inside of her. It was the closest thing she had gotten thus far to how it would feel to have him pressing into her, touching her intimately. She found she quite liked him in charge, leading the way, doing as he pleased. She bit her lower lip and rocked her hips up to meet his, lips parting though she kept the sound from escaping, muffling it into just a gasp. "You sh-should be on t-top tomorrow," she breathed. "I l-like you on top."
“Yeah?” Mateo said breathlessly, smirking a little as he kissed her again, grinding his hips against hers. “Like this?” God, she felt fucking incredible. He shifted, hips pulling back a little further, his cock sliding between her thighs. He thrust forward again, and groaned loudly as his cock pushed against her, the fabric of her panties the only thing that stopped him from just sliding into her. “God, fuck, Chloe,” he shuddered, lifting his hips away from her, close to coming just at the feel of her around the tip of his cock, the heat and wetness of her.
The sound she made was a little louder than she intended, her body bending, back arching as her breasts pressed upwards towards him. God. Fuck. Yes, those words were entirely perfect for the situation. Perfect enough that she was unable to even say them. Her fingers went into his hair, fisting the strands as she raised her head to catch his mouth, nodding slightly before kissing him like she thought she might never get to kiss him again.
Mateo whined, kissing her fiercely, finding it hard to remember just why they weren’t fucking right now, why they were waiting until tomorrow night. “Your hand,” he gasped, grinding his hips against her. “I need something that isn’t...” he ducked his head, kissing her throat, lips trembling as he drew a ragged breath. He didn’t care what she did, whether it was her hand, or her mouth. But god, he needed something to thrust into, needed to come before he did something he regretted.
For a second she was confused, too dizzy with arousal to think properly until he uttered that second sentence. She slid her hand between them, shuddering as her fingers wrapped around him, gripping his cock and giving it a little tug. She could tell he was close, the desperation on his face, in his voice. "That's it baby," she whispered, capturing his lips again, tugging the lower one between her teeth. "Wanna come on me? On my stomach...?" she breathed, surprised at herself but honestly not caring how slutty it probably sounded.
Shuddering, Mateo fought the urge to do just that. “Y-yeah, but your dad’ll smell it,” he pointed out, practically chewing on his lower lip as he tried not to just let go, not just do exactly what she’d suggested. He wasn’t sure what he’d done in a past life to deserve this, to end up with a girl as sweet, sexy, and smokingly hot as Chloe. But there was no way he was going to complain. Not when she kept making comments like that out of the blue.
"So?" she breathed, kissing him again. "He probably won't even be home and I'll go straight home to shower and," she whispered, kissing him again as she teasingly slid her hand up to the tip of his cock and down again just one single time. "And he just said to be safe. Never said I couldn't let you come on me," she murmured.
That did it. Mateo didn’t have it in him to argue, when Chloe was saying things like that, touching him, kissing him. He crushed his lips against hers to try and muffle a low groan, hips jerking as he fucked her hand, shuddering. He spilled over her hand, striping her stomach with come, breath hissing through his teeth as he arched his back, struggling to draw breath. Shivering, he slumped against her, his face against her throat as he tried to hold his weight on shaky arms.
It was different than feeling him go off just in her hand, different than feeling him twitch in her mouth. Having him above her, pumping into her hand and being able to envision him thrusting into her? Chloe was more than a little thankful when he kissed her to stifle his groan because she let out one of her own. It was impossible not to come off of visual and audible stimulation alone and that didn't even cover the smell of him. Her body twitched, muscles clenching around nothing as she bit her lower lip to keep from making the sound as loud as it wanted to be heard. By the time he slumped against her, she was shuddering, shaking from the force of the moment alone. And he'd barely even touched her. Either he was really good or that just proved how in tune with one another they were.
Mateo nuzzled her throat, purring sleepily. God, that was a thousand times better than jerking off by himself. He slid off her with a soft grunt of effort, rolling onto his side. He slid his hand down her front, over her thigh, up the inside. It was her turn to come now. “God, you’re so wet,” he murmured, groaning approvingly as he bent over her for a kiss, rubbed at her clit through her panties. She was shaking, and Mateo pulled back enough to arch an eyebrow at her, confused, the light dawning. “Did you come?” He asked softly, trying not to look too smug. “Just from that?”
She was shivering as his fingertips slid over her thigh, shaking at the thought of him touching her when she was already so sensitive. She flushed at that question, biting her lower lip and feeling a little embarrassed. She couldn't find her voice enough to say anything in reply so she just nodded a little, averting her eyes from his in favor of watching his mouth instead.
Mateo smiled, sliding his hand back up to her waist as he bent to kiss her again. “That’s so hot,” he breathed, wrapping his arms around her, not caring that they were both getting come on them, that he was still hanging out of his jeans. He loved knowing that he turned Chloe on that much, that just having him against her like that, watching him come, had been enough to make her come too.
She returned the kiss, face still hot with the blush that slid over her cheeks and down her neck and shoulders, spilling over the top of her chest. It was still a little embarrassing, but at least he thought it was hot. It was all his fault really for being so damn gorgeous. She nipped at his lower lip, giving it a little tug as she opened her eyes to meet his.
“Hey,” he murmured, brushing her cheek with the backs of his fingers, smiling as he met her eyes. “You don’t have to be embarrassed,” he brushed his lips softly against hers. “Although it does mean I don’t get to make you come...” he mock-pouted, teasing her. He’d gladly have gone down on her, or made her come with his fingers. But he’s equally happy to just lie in her arms - even if curfew was coming up sooner than he’d like, and he'd have to say goodbye to her.
"Not really," she pointed out, smirking a little. "I can come over and over again." Which made her flush a little more at speaking those words aloud. She was content to lay there with him, holding onto him until she had to leave. "I think we should skip the party, or not stay long," she murmured softly. "Give me more time with you. Alone."
Mateo purred, tempted to slide his fingers down between her thighs, make her come again, now that she’d suggested it. But really, they’d pushed their luck as it was. His parents wouldn’t tolerate a locked door for much longer. “We can always go for a little while,” he murmured. “That way you’re not lying to your dad too much...” and they’d both be home before curfew, which was the important part. “How about I pick you up at around seven? We can go to the party for a little while, then leave.”
They had definitely pushed their luck thus far. "I don't want to lie to him," she admitted softly. "I'll probably just tell him I'm going out with you like I always do. He has my number if he can't get a hold of me," she shrugged, biting her lower lip. "Seven works," she agreed. Now if she could figure out what she was going to wear. This was it. The big moment. A moment she'd imagined many times but now it was so close. Less than a day away. "I'll be ready," she smiled.
He nodded. “Don’t have dinner,” he murmured, brushing her hair back from her face. “I’ll fix something for us at Xander’s.” Likely nothing fancy at all, but he kind of liked the idea of making her dinner, wooing her properly. First times only happened once, and he wanted it to be special. Mostly for her. Yeah, he was a virgin too, but he didn’t really care what they did, as long as he was with Chloe. But for her...he wanted it to be perfect. Wanted it to be like a fairytale.
Chloe didn't need a fairytale. She just wanted him. Just wanted to give herself to him. Give her lioness to his beast. Offer herself up on a silver platter if that was what he wanted. "Okay," she agreed, nodding a little and leaning up to kiss him once more. "You're sure this is what you want?" she breathed. "You're ready?" She wanted just a little more reassurance. Just a little more conversation on the topic so she'd know how positive he was.
“I’m sure,” he murmured, kissing her back softly, slowly. He cupped her face, purring as he lay against her, felt her body against his. “My beast was a little bit ahead of me, but yeah. I want this.” He smiled, looking down at her. “I want this with you.” And yes, he’d rather they have sex now, in a way they both wanted, than have him lose control the next time he got angry, and did something he regretted.
She breathed out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, smiling up at him as she gently brushed her hand through his hair. "I love you," she murmured. "And I want this too. With you. I know it's crazy and fast and whirlwind-like but I don't think I've ever been more sure of anything," Chloe admitted.
“It is crazy,” he murmured, stroking her cheek. “But it feels right.” He smiled. “And I think we can blame our beasts, a little. Hard not to want you when my jaguar’s screaming inside of me that I should make sure no one else mates with you before I do.” Because yeah, that was a hard thing to ignore. Especially when you were a horny teenager.
It certainly did feel right. "A lot," she told him, letting out a soft laugh. "I have a hard time resisting my lionesses urge to get on all fours and shake my ass in your face until you get with the program," she teased. Well, not really teased because it was true. "Well, your jaguar won't have to wait much longer," she smiled. "I should probably get cleaned up though," she told him, looking between them at the sticky mess they'd become. "Nice shot, hot stuff."
“Hey, you told me to come on your stomach,” he pointed out, blushing. But yeah, it was easier to talk about that than think about her getting on all fours and wiggling her ass at him. He drew a slightly uneven breath, zipping up his jeans and grabbing the box of tissues off his nightstand. “Here,” he said, handing her a few before cleaning himself up. He’d grab a shower after she’d gone home, so he didn’t have to worry about it too much.
She smiled at his flushing, it was adorable. She took the tissues from him and wiped her hands and then her stomach, then put the box back on the nightstand and tossed the used tissues away. She reluctantly got up from his bed and pulled her own jeans back on to keep herself from being too tempted to do more without her clothes on. "I did," she murmured. "So now I'm definitely yours. All marked in just about every way you can at this point," she smirked.
Mateo pouted a little as she pulled her jeans back on, though it was probably a good idea. He reached for his shirt, tugging it on, running his fingers through tousled hair. “Mmm, not quite,” he pointed out, reaching out to grab her as she walked back over to the bed. He rolled over, bearing her down into the sheets, his mouth against her throat as he growled playfully. “Not marked enough,” he breathed, closing his teeth over her neck, biting at her pulsepoint, sucking hard enough to raise a bruise.
She giggled as he pressed her into the sheets, smirking a little and tilting her head back so he could have more room against her throat and neck. "Mmm," she whispered, hips rolling upwards in a involuntary invitation. "That's it, baby," she breathed. "Mark me up."
Growling, he did just that, leaving a hickey on her neck, trailing his lips down a little to bite at her throat again, nearer to her shoulder. He pressed against her, hips pressing down against hers, almost without thinking. She was just too goddamn tempting. He wasn’t hard, but if she kept talking like that, kept rolling her hips up against his...
Chloe shuddered, body rolling on its own accord, arching upwards to meet his, biting her lip hard to keep from making too much noise. "I love it when you growl," she whispered. "Just thinking about it gets me wet. Remember that for tomorrow, baby," she breathed. "Keep it up and you're gonna make me come just by making noise. Again."
He groaned, closing his eyes. “You keep talking like that,” he breathed, “and you’re not going to be the only one ready to come again.” Because yeah, hearing his sweet, sexy girlfriend talking filthy like that? Definitely a turn-on. If either of them lived in a house without other weres around to overhear, he’d likely suggest they phoned each other after curfew, just so he could hear her voice.
"Someone likes hearing a little dirty talk," she grinned, looking up at him, her fingers sliding over his cheeks and back into his hair. "I'll have to remember that." She liked knowing she could make him groan like that just by whispering a few little words. It made her feel powerful.
Mateo grinned, mouth still against her throat. “If it’s you? Hell, yes.” He kissed his way back up her throat, along the line of her jaw. “You just keep blowing me away, Queenie. Every time I think you can’t get any hotter, you go and do something like that.” He caught her lips with his, kissing her deeply, his arms either side of her head, keeping his weight off of her. His fingers tangled lazily in her hair, combing through blonde strands as they kissed.
She grinned at his words, biting her lower lip to keep from just beaming at him. God she loved him. It was silly and fast, but she did. With everything inside of her. Even her lioness loved him. Wanted to be the most important girl in his eyes, wanted to pull him into her pride. "Well I like to keep things interesting," she murmured softly against his mouth before diving into that kiss.
He broke the kiss eventually, nuzzling at her nose, her cheek, purring softly at the way his scent clung to her, making it clear who she belonged to. Jason probably wouldn’t be happy, but right now Matt couldn’t care less. Not when his girl smelled good enough to eat. “You definitely keep things interesting,” he murmured, kissing her again.
"Can't wait til tomorrow," she breathed. "But I'm kind of nervous," she admitted, kissing him once more before pulling her lips away to look at him properly, her fingers sliding through his hair. She pushed his bangs out of his face so she could see his eyes better and smiled. "Feels like a dream," she admitted. "How'd I get lucky enough to get a guy like you?"
Mateo flinched as her fingers caught the edge of his black eye, not hard enough to hurt but just that he felt it. God, this sucked. He was gonna lose his virginity not being able to see out of one eye. Or at least with some pretty impressive bruising. “You must have done something pretty awesome in a past life,” he murmured solemnly, leaning down to kiss her again.
She saw that flinch and frowned a little. "Baby, we don't have to do this tomorrow," she told him. As much as she wanted to, she didn't want him to be hurt if she could help it. It all really sucked and it was all Derek's fault. "Are you sure you're alright?" she questioned, leaning up to gently press her lips against his wounded eye, not enough to hurt him, just enough to be felt.
“I want to,” he insisted, voice soft, his eyes closed as she kissed his black eye. “I’m okay, Queenie,” he continued, shifting to lie with his head on her shoulder, good side down. “I got pills from the doc, I iced it...I’ll be fine. Not pretty, but fine.” He smiled just a little. tilting his head enough to kiss the dip between her collarbones. “I’m just cranky because I can’t see how beautiful you are with both eyes right now.”
She smiled at him and shook her head. "You're always pretty," she told him. "And a total charmer," she chuckled. He could charm the pants off of her, that was for sure. Hell, he was going to do just that tomorrow.
“Yeah, well, gotta keep you sweet,” he murmured, still grinning. “Convince you to keep me around, somehow.” And if being a charmer did that? Well, then, he’d charm her all she wanted. Keep talking to her, keep complimenting her. Just as long as she was his.