“That’s not the deterrent you seem to think it is.” My head is thrown back against his shoulder as he continues to work himself inside me. “Feels so good.” I moan, my voice needy to my own ears. The electric sparks give away to the warmth of him filling me, inside me.
“You have no idea.”
Finally, he’s fully inside me. The stretch and sting must have been there, but I don’t care. It was worth it for this incredible feeling.
Matt sucks hard on my neck, his thighs flexing under me in short thrusts. “Look at yourself, baby.”
I don’t know this version of myself very well. This one has wild eyes, a flushed face, and hair standing on end where Matt’s hand has pushed it up. Matt leans back, still visible in the mirror. My legs are spread wide across his.
“I can see you in me.” The words are heavy with lust. It’s a sight, better than any porn.
“That’s right. Now watch yourself as I make you mine, Theo. I want you to see it.”
His powerful thighs push up, getting plenty of leverage from his feet on the floor. In and out he pistons, still graceful and elegant.
I have never watched anything like this, and it’s overwhelming. I can see and experience him at the same time. The smell of sex heavy in the air, the images reflected back to me in the mirror. The sounds of pleasure and need dropping past our lips. And the feel of it all—the fullness of someone I love inside of me, the familiar feel of Matt’s skin and lips against mine. I want to come more than I have ever wanted an orgasm in my life, just so I can do it all again. I get it now, why Matt wanted to wait. There’s no coming back from this.
I buck against him, not in the mood for the smooth thrusts, my body needing more. Craving it. My whole being is a conduit for the pure pleasure he’s giving me.
Matt’s grip on my thigh tightens, and his other hand wraps across my throat to my jaw. Caressing it with his thumb, he keeps my head aimed at the mirror.
Then Matt lets go. Thighs flexed and arms steady, he fucks into me so deep I would bounce if he wasn’t holding me tight. My jaw unhinges due to the delicious pleasure and his face takes on a feral, needy shadow. He wraps his hand around my cock, stroking in time with his thrusts as I bounce in his lap.
“Yes. Yes. Yes. Oh, god . . .Matt.” I’m wailing now, overcome with need to hit the peak, so close, and the intensity of my senses all assaulted at the same time.
“You are so perfect, sweetness.” Matt’s voice is low with arousal and need. “Look at you. So fucking amazing, baby. Pure sex. I want you to come so hard you—”
I wail one last time, straining into his grip on my cock while also trying to get my ass impaled. My cock erupts in his hand, and he does the same, calling my name.
Thank god he still holds my dick tight because I tremble with the waves of pleasure following the best orgasm I have ever had. Matt holds me until we both settle. As he softens in me, I whimper, watching his release leaking from my hole in the mirror as his cock eases out.
“Go slow,” I demand, hand stilling his thigh. “I want to watch.”
His chin hooks on my shoulder as he leans me so we can both see.
“Goddamn, that’s a fucking beautiful sight.” Matt kisses me hard, chuckling as my spent dick tries to harden. “This is what I see, Theo. Beautiful. Sweet to the core. Infinitely fuckable.”
Given all that has happened, capitalizing on fifteen minutes of viral fame to help Summit House seems a simple decision. Once I tell Matt I haven’t ever been to the beach, the decision to go to LA is final.
Together, Matt and I work on a menu, something accessible but different than what people might already be making themselves in home kitchens. It’s a test, I guess, to see how we work together, although neither of us call it that. And it works.
The real test, though, I think might be right now, as we walk to our seats at a trendy restaurant. It’s our first afternoon in LA, fresh off the two-and-a-half hour flight.
“You made it!” A pretty, curvy woman hurls herself at Matt. A striking man, almost as tall as Matt, slowly peels her off for his own embrace.
“This is Cat and Jude,” Matt says, and they each shake my hand with pleased looks over to my other hand, disappearing in Matt’s.
“I’m glad to meet you.” I smile, watching the couple. Everyone in the restaurant world knows them, just like it knows Matt. I’m highly aware they know the gossip about me, too. I’m going to have to face that to move forward. One more reason Matt was right to make me wait to give an answer about Summit House.
Matt squeezes my shoulder. He and Cat quickly order some wine for the table, and we all make small talk as we consult the menu. The beet spaghetti with brown butter, whipped ricotta, and chives sounds so good, my eyes can’t move past it. Instead, I snuggle close to Matt’s side and sip my wine while listening to Cat and Jude exchange stories of restauranteering together.
My mind floats to how much I miss this. The closeness and shared experience of being in a kitchen. The stories, and wine, and good times swirl around me, letting me really sink into my thoughts about what’s next.
I love Maxine’s, but it’s not an endgame. And I can’t go back to Little Rock. There’s nothing there for me. Not only that, but Donahue’s Bakery . . .it was a dream. Trading one dream for another isn’t settling. God knows I’m a different person, and maybe dreams can change with me.
Matt checks in on me with a quick kiss and a refill of my wine glass. He shares some of his order without asking, and I do the same. Cat and Jude share amused glances as we silently trade dishes and make quick comments to each other about the flavor.
“I like the chives, quality dairy, too.”
