Building Friction (Part 30)

Matt called me a short time before my lunch break on Friday, so my phone went to voicemail. I listened to the message when I was sitting at my desk, unwrapping the deli sandwich I'd brought with me. His voice sounded extremely sexy and I pressed the receiver to my ear tightly to take it in.

"Hey babe. I'm planning on making up Wednesday to you tonight. I just got back from the store. I bought all of the ingredients for my world famous lasagna. You need to get your ass here by 7 tonight. Don't worry about bringing anything with you except your lovely self. I look forward to seeing you."

Hmmm, I thought, and chewed at my sandwich. Matt knew that I was a sucker for lasagna, due to my affection for cheese. Plus the idea of having a man cater to me for the evening sounded like quite the treat. I smiled around my bite of food and rocked softly in my chair.

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When I got home, I sat down to do a little writing before getting showered and dressed for dinner with Matt. It was close to 4 by the time that I was wrapping up my article for the next week. I'd been letting the events going on in my life reflect in my choice of topics. This one dealt with my opinions about men fighting over a woman. Hopefully I wasn't going to have any more infor to put into that for the future.

Geoff's IM window popped up just as I was saving and closing the Word screen.

"You, Me, the Regency. They're playing the DVD version of Bad Santa. Starts at 9:30. You want me to pick you up or meet there?"

My eyes widened at the message. I couldn't believe that he thought that I was just going to hop in my car and take a spin down to the local theater to see a show with him.

"I'm actually going to dinner at Matt's tonight. So you'll just have to enjoy Badder Santa without me."

"You really leashed your little doggy, didn't you?"

"Let's not even get started on that, shall we? Matt's a reasonable person. He would have learned when to quit on his own. I just wanted to speed up that process."

"Yeah. You reined him in. And he complied. I get it."

"Oh, fuck off, will you? I don't feel like having you get me all worked up about this. In fact, that's probably your intention. You want me to go over there pissed and ruin my evening for me."

"Actually, I really just wanted to go see the movie with you. You were the one that needed to say that you were going to his house. You could have just said that you couldn't make it."

"Ha! Like you would have dropped it at that!"

"OK, so I might have pressed a little for the reason."

"A little?"

"It's a good show!!"

"I don't disagree. But you know that if I had just said 'I can't go' that you would have given me shit until you got the reason why. Besides, I don't have anything to hide."

"Why do you even like that guy?"

"Jeez... don't tell me that we're going to go down that road again."

"What road? You never answered me the last time. You bailed. What's the attraction? I'm sincerely curious."

"He's funny and he's nice and he's kind. Shouldn't that be enough?"

"You tell me."

"It's enough for me. I think it just bothers you because it's not enough for you and you have some twisted notion up in your head that I need to think along the same lines as you."

"I would never expect anyone to think like I do."

"No, but you have these expectations of me. And if I don't live up to them, I'm somehow less in your eyes. And you can't deal with being attracted to someone who you deem lessor."

"Who says I'm attracted to you?"

"LOL! Fuck off!"

"Have I ever mentioned how much I detest people who use 'LOL'?"

"OK, Geoff. I'm done here. I need to get ready."

"Chloe?"

I paused. I shook my head. Don't answer him. Just turn off the screen and go take your shower. Just get up. Just get up. Don't answer him.

"Hmmm?" I knew I was going to kick myself about this.

"Have fun with your boy tonight."

I stared at the message in utter disbelief. Shortly after, Geoff signed off.

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I decided to dress light. The weather had been in record highs and this evening was no exception. The dress I wore was a raspberry colored chiffon, with a low neck line and wrap around waist. I enjoyed the was it would flitter around my knees, tickling me. Not trying to think about what would happen when I was there, I decided this might be the most enjoyable sensation of the evening.

Matt kissed me deeply when he answered the door. We stood on the threshold, locked at the lips for what felt like a delicious eternity. His eyes spoke volumes to me. There wasn't going to be any more slip-ups. This man put value behind his actions. It was a settling presence to be in.

He'd the table set perfectly, with long stemmed wine glasses, poured high with Merlot. There were candles lit around the entire apartment, casting the rooms in warm light. Music was softly playing from the tall speakers in the living room. Matt went to pull out my chair. He'd managed to cook a gorgeous looking pan of lasagna, a dish of zucchini and yellow squash and it even looked like there was a dessert waiting us as well. To top it off, he was dressed sharply, his hair still wet from a recent shower, and smelled like his Hugo Boss that I always loved.

We sat down and he served the both of us, starting with me. "The key is using more than one type of cheese. Let's see if you can figure out all of them."

I took a big, gooey bite. "Well," I said after chewing for a bit. "There's definitely mozzarella. And it tastes nutty."

"That's the Parmigiano-Reggiano." Matt smiled proudly.

"And the ricotta is kicking major ass. I swear, I could eat it by the spoonful!" I laughed.

"I already did earlier!" Matt joined me. We both smiled. The music was humming nicely in the background. I took a large drink of wine and Matt refilled it, even though the glass was just under half gone.

"So, you planning on getting me drunk?" I asked.

"Nah, not drunk. Just warmed up." He smiled devilishly at me.

"Oh? So what's the plan?" I set my fork down between bites and drank more wine.

"Get you loosened up. Take advantage of you. Nothing special." His grin widened. The dimple popped into place.

I nearly choked on my wine. "Take advantage, eh? How so exactly?"

Matt set down his fork and looked at me intensely. He motioned for me to lean closer. When I did, he grabbed my chin and kissed me softly. His lips had power behind them. They answered my question wordlessly.

"Oh." I said softly when he pulled away.

"Yeah."

"You sure?"

By means of an answer, Matt stood, took me by the hand and hauled me to my feet. His arms went around my waist and his mouth closed on mine. I felt his tongue probe my mouth intently. I almost went limp in his arms, but recaptured my senses and returned his gesture with passion of my own.

"Guess so," I remarked, when he pulled back. His face was deeply serious. He moved me toward the living room, pushing my body with his. The remixed version of "6 Underground" was seeping from the speakers. I hadn't noticed the blanket and pillows on the floor when I first entered the apartment. There were piles of them, looking soft and inviting.

Within seconds, I was down on them, Matt's body positioned over mine. His mouth was over mine, then running down the side of my neck. I let my head fall back and enjoyed the feeling of his lips, full and soft on my skin. His hands drifted over my body, lightly stroking me. He tugged at the tie at my waist, freeing it. I breathed in the scent of him, relaxing to it.

His hands ran behind my back, feeling for the zipper at my neck. I arched my back and allowed him to tug it down. In seconds he'd undone it completely. I could feel his hand on my back, warm and emphatic. Both hands worked inside of the material and pulled it free of my body, bringing it forward and leaving me in my bra and panties.

He continued to kiss me as his hands ran over my skin. They came to a rest at my hips, grabbing them firmly. I bucked upward against his body, feeling his hardness at my thigh. His fingers dug into my flesh, insistent. We kissed passionately, our bodies rocking against each other to the rhythm of the music. His hands drifted back up to my chest, cupping my breasts. I could feel his thumbs stroke my nipples through the thin lace of my bra. They sprang to attention.

He let them fall to my back, unhooking my bra. Whipping it off and throwing it aside, his head moved down and his mouth clamped onto my right breast. I could feel his tongue flick at my nipple, then his teeth lightly scrape it. I was instantly wet and ground hard against him. His head moved over to the left breast and gave it the same treatment. My head felt light. I ran my hands over the back of his head, ruffling his hair.

He spent a copious amount of time on my chest, heightening my sensitivity. Just as I was reaching the point of insanity, he started move downward, planting kissed along my sides, tickling my ribs. He kissed the curve of my belly, spending time circling my bell button. His hands tugged at my panties, pulling them down from the hips. The room was beginning to smell of my desire.

His head moved farther down, kissing the inner curve of my hip. He nibbled at at my hip bones, making me dizzy. I stroked his hair and resisted shoving his head between my legs. He took his time, lighting every inch of the nerves on my skin ablaze. When he finally got into position, I was practically dripping.

His fingers massaged my thighs. I looked down and saw his eyes staring up at me, assessing my face. I gave him a small smile, then let my head fall back and my eyes close. The next sensation was that of his tongue - warm, wet, strong - pressing into my folds. It worked up and down, swirling and circling, diving deep. My heart was racing. I couldn't keep a normal pace to my breathing. I fought the urge to pound away at the top of his head, to urge him on like a dog pulling a sleigh through the ice and snow. I felt all of my tension, all of my thoughts of Geoff, of the fights, of the nonsense, melt away.

His tongue worked magic, not letting up. I wondered how he was breathing, his face was pressed so tightly into me. I felt his fingers probe, releasing more wetness from me. My legs began to shake as I got closer, my thighs quivered. His arms wound around my legs, wrapping from underneath to the tops, pressing on my hips as they came up off the ground.

My orgasm was loud, and my moaning and growling echoed off the walls. The blood rushed to my head and started to dull my hearing. I could only feel the pressure of Matt's tongue against my clit, unrelenting. I could have sworn that I felt him smile against my pussy. As I regained my senses, it dawned on me just how proud a man was after making a woman cum. Matt was certainly no exception.

He moved over me again. I could smell my scent on him, see the juices across his mouth and chin. He wiped at them with the back of his hand, then came down over my face. There was that moment of hesitation, as if he was gauging whether or not I would be OK with kissing him. To remove all doubt, I reached up and grabbed the back of his neck pulling him to me. I could taste myself on his tongue. Not normally something I would enjoy, at this time it tasted heavenly.

I reached down and ran my fingers along the waistline of his pants, pulling at the button to undo it. The tip of his cock brushed against my fingertips. I could hear him moan deep in his throat. He placed his head on the side of my neck and burrowed in deeply. I pulled down his zipper and got a strong grip on his shaft. He was as thick as I had envisioned in my mind, and the large vein that ran along the underside pulsed against my thumb.

"Oh, why would you keep this from me?" I purred into his ear. He murmured nonsensically in return.

I stroked him in a slow rhythm, licking my lips at the idea of closing my mouth over him. He seemed to sense this and reached down to wiggle out of his pants. I let go of him long enough to help him pull his shirt off his head.

When he repositioned himself over me, I delighted in the feeling of his skin against mine. We kissed softly and each of us ran our hands over the other's body. I raked my fingernails down his back and he growled, leaning his head forward and biting me on the shoulder. I gripped his ass and pulled him tighter against me. The hint of the tip of his cock pressed closer to me. I had to fight the urge to tilt my hips and bring him into me.

I pushed at his chest, forcing him to the side and onto his back. I returned every kiss that he had placed on my body with ones on his. When I reached my destination, I swallowed his cock without a second's hesitation, taking him to the hilt. My nose brushed against the skin of his lower belly and was tickled by the trimmed hair. I bobbed a few times before I heard him speak.

"It's been a really long time..." he panted. "I don't know how long I'll hold out for."

I slowed my speed, taking more time, licking and flicking my tongue gently, up and down his shaft. It wasn't long before I felt the pulse start. He pulled away from me then, tensing his body.

"No, no, not yet," he said, grasping at his balls. "Not yet."

He grabbed me at the wrists, pulled me to my feet and then turned me and lifted me into his arms. He carried me towards his bedroom, kicking the door open with one foot and threw me onto the bed. He rose up over me and I began to spread my legs, allowing him access. He shook his head.

"No, keep them closed."

I complied. He mounted me, placing his legs on the outside of mine. His entry was slow and precise. The fit was tight, but the position was perfect, as he began to thrust and I could feel his cock rub against my still tender clit. It was perfection the way our bodies molded together. He kissed me softly on the forehead, then the nose, and finally the mouth, licking at my lips. I could still taste myself on him.

That was enough to knock me over the edge again, and I came, the position cause me to gush harder, my juices spurting out around his cock. He yelled, his throat closed and the sound became strangled as he started to have his own orgasm. The moment lasted for longer than I could pin a time on.

When he rolled off me, I was suddenly aware that we were drenched in sweat, literally pouring with it. Matt curled his body against my and stroked my belly, dragging his hand up to my breast and fingering the nipple. He kissed me on my shoulder, then licked at the sweat that glistened on it.

"You taste so good," he sighed.

"I wish I could say the same thing about you," I winked over at him. He smiled weakly in return. He looked exhausted. "You look like you need your rest though."

Suddenly his eyes lit up. "I beg your pardon!" he exclaimed. "I might be a bit drained, but I refill quickly enough. I certainly hope you didn't think that this was going to be the end of it."

"Oh?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Fuck no! You really think that I'm going to wait this long and then leave it at only once?" He was grinning now, rising up over me again. "Because you are going to be very sorely mistaken."

"Literally?" I asked.

"Literally," he returned.

For the next 6 hours Matt took me through every position, bent my limbs in ways that I didn't know that they were capable of achieving, licked me on parts of my body that I had no idea would feel so good to have licked. He was furiously attentive. By the time that I passed out, he'd packed more orgasms into my night than I had collectively had with my last 3 partners.

In the morning, he started all over again.

Nice boys, I thought as Matt's head disappeared between my legs for the innumerable time, definitely finish last. But only because they're making sure you finish first.

I smiled around that thought.