Offside (16 page)

“Need a condom,” he mumbled and
stretched his arm out to slap it around and find the package he’d
left on the bedside table. Honey took it from him, ripped it open,
then sank her teeth into her bottom lip as she moved off
him.

His lungs seized as he watched her
focus on the task, taking his cock into her soft little hands,
rolling the latex down over his aching shaft. Lust pulsed in his
balls. Then she moved back over him. With her eyes on his, she
reached for his cock again and slowly lowered herself onto
it.

He lowered his gaze to where they
joined, watched his dick enter her sweet pussy with gritted teeth.
“Fuck that’s good,” he groaned. “So hot. Tight little pussy.
Christ, Honey.”

He reached for her waist and held her
as she moved on him, down and down until he was fully seated inside
her, pulsing. His jaw ached as he tried not to come. Not yet.
Dammit.

She bent over to kiss him again,
stretching out on his chest. He circled one arm around her back and
their mouths joined again in a hot, hungry kiss. She slid an arm
beneath his neck and buried her face in the pillow beside his head
as she moved on him, hips lifting up and down.

Sensation shot through him, exquisite
pleasure at the slick pull of her body on him.

He slid a hand up into her hair and
held her head, his other hand going down to the swell of one firm
ass cheek, cupping it as it lifted and dropped again. She whimpered
soft little noises near his ear.

“Okay, baby?”

“Mmmm.”

Electricity sizzled through his body,
tightening every muscle. He lifted his hips to meet her body,
pushing up deeper inside her, making her gasp. His fingers
tightened in her hair and tugged, and she gave a low moan. “Oh
yeah.”

“Like that?” he whispered.

“Uh-huh…”

Good to know. He liked it too, and he
gave another pull. Her breath hitched and her pussy squeezed him.
Fuck
.

Then he released her hair and gripped
both her ass cheeks to help her move on him, pulling on the
resilient flesh as she lifted, quickening the pace. He slipped one
hand between her cheeks, his middle finger brushing over her anus,
and she gave another sharp inhalation. Her face turned into his
neck, her lips finding his skin.

“Okay?” he murmured. She nodded
against him then pushed up onto one arm. Making eye contact, he
buried his hand deeper in her crease, rubbing over her anus with
more deliberation. Her eyes blazed and her lips parted as she
stared down at him. “That’s fucking hot.”

She gave a slow nod, still moving on
him, his fingers still playing with her ass. “God yes.”

“Christ, you feel good,” he muttered.
“Riding me like that. Fuck me, Honey.”

Her tongue touched his skin with what
felt like a sizzle.

The hand she had beneath his neck
found his shoulder and her fingers dug in. He reached down lower
and pulled his dick out of her pussy, tapped her ass with it, then
slid it wetly up and down the crease of her ass, over her anus. He
guided himself back inside her then used that slickness on her
cheeks to play more there, circling and teasing.

She pushed up to sitting and his hands
moved over her waist, her rib cage, both breasts. Their eyes locked
on each other. He filled his palms with pliant flesh, her nipples
hard. She covered his hands with hers, helping him massage her
breasts, still lifting and lowering on his cock. Then her hands
slid over his wrists and stroked up and down his arms, making his
skin prickle all over his body.

“So beautiful,” he whispered. Her hair
was a golden tangle around her head, her cheeks and jaw pink from
rubbing against his stubble, and her mouth swollen and pouty. He’d
never seen anything so sexy in his life.

His hands moved from her breasts to
her waist then back again, unable to resist gently squeezing those
sweet tits. Then he contracted his abs to roll himself up to
sitting. His slid his arms around her waist and bent his head to
taste one of those nipples.

Fuck yeah. He closed his lips around
the nub and drew it into his mouth, eyes falling closed. One of her
hands landed on his shoulder, the other slid up his back as she
made more soft, sexy noises of pleasure. Her back arched. One hand
on her back, holding her, the other back in the crease of her ass,
he spent long, delicious moments sucking her nipples, moving back
and forth between them.

“That’s so good, Matt,” she whispered,
her hands stroking over his shoulders, his back, his
hair.

“Yeah. Fuck yeah.” He rubbed his face
against one soft curve, kissed her between her breasts then rolled
down to his back. His cock slid out of her and he eased her to her
side next to him, lifting her thigh over his hip then entering her
again. Once again, he slid his fingers through the crease of her
ass over her anus. Her face against his shoulder, her arms around
him, her knee bent and up at his waist, she petted his back as he
caressed her ass, all while sliding in and out of her tight wet
pussy. This time, he let his middle finger penetrate her opening
there.

Her body spasmed in his arms and she
gave a soft cry.

“Okay?”

She gave a jerky nod. The sexy noises
she made conveyed her high excitement as they fucked each other,
harder, faster. Flames burned in his balls and the base of his
spine ached. He kissed her shoulder and then her breath came
faster, her body tightened against him and with a long, hard
shudder, her pussy rippled around him and she gave a soft
wail.

“Oh yeah,” he groaned. “Love that.
Fuck yeah, Honey.”

And then it overcame him, rolled over
him, slamming him with unbearable pleasure. His vision darkened,
his arms convulsed around Honey as wave after wave of ecstasy
rocked through him.

“Holy fuck,” he croaked, moments
later. “Holy effing fuck.”

He felt her smile and he gathered his
energy to roll her to her back. He kissed her mouth,
hard.

“That was outstanding,” he
pronounced.

She gave a soft laugh. “I
agree.”

“Be right back.”

He quickly got rid of the condom and
washed his hands then slid back into bed, tucked her in against
him, both of them arranging themselves to fit together. He pulled
the comforter up over them. The room was still dim, the blinds on
the window keeping out most of the morning sunshine.

“Need more sleep,” he mumbled into her
hair.

“Mmm. Maybe me too.”

He awoke a while later and had to
glance at the alarm clock to see they’d slept a few more hours and
it was now past noon. Sweet.

She stirred in his arms, waking too.
“Wow,” she murmured. “I did go back to sleep.”

“Nice, huh?”

She gave him a shy little smile that
tickled him inside. He stroked her shoulder. “Tell me more, Honey,”
he murmured.

“More about what?” Her brow
creased.

“About how you ended going to
Berkeley. How you ended up going into social welfare. Back when we
met, I never would have thought that’s what you’d end up
doing.”

“Ha. Me neither. I didn’t have much
choice.”

“You didn’t want to go to
college?”

She buried her face against him. “I
did and I didn’t. Basically, my parents gave me two choices.
Either, they were kicking me out of the house and cutting off my
allowance, and I could find a job and an apartment and support
myself—or they’d pay for me to go to college.”

“I guess I can figure out why they did
that. I know your dad wasn’t too happy about the things you were
doing, and that was before…”

“Go ahead. Say it. Before I really
went crazy.”

His jaw tightened. “That wasn’t what I
was going to say.” But the truth was, he wasn’t sure what he was
going to say, what words he was going to choose to describe the way
she’d lived her life years after they’d been together. He didn’t
want to imply that she’d been mentally unstable, although he’d
wondered about that a few times. He didn’t want to judge her,
though, without knowing more. One thing he’d learned was that there
was always more to things than was on the surface. And Honey was
complicated. Last night she’d said that even negative attention was
better than no attention…he wanted to know what she’d mean by
that.

“Whatever. I was out of control and it
was only getting worse. They figured they needed to put a stop to
it, and they tried the tough-love approach.”

“Ugh. So you chose
college.”

“No. Actually at first I didn’t.” She
still kept her face hidden. “Of course I didn’t have any intention
of getting a job, either. I figured I had friends who’d let me live
with them and I’d just keep partying. And they did let me live with
them. For a while. But I had no money and they got tired of me
mooching off them all the time. In fact, they got tired of it
pretty quick. Turned out a lot of them liked the fact that I had
lots of money. When I couldn’t pick up the tab at clubs or pay for
limos to drive us around, or…supply them…other things…they weren’t
that interested in me. I moved from one friend’s house to another,
and then another. And then…” She moved her face against him. “I
didn’t have anywhere left to go.”

Fuck. His chest ached.
“Honey.”

“I spent one night partying all
night—I went home with a stranger because I had nowhere else to
go.”

Now his guts twisted.

“He was a little…off. I was scared. In
the morning, I hated myself,” she whispered. “I sat in my car on
Sunset Boulevard sorting through options. I was terrified. Lost.
Alone.”

His arms tightened around her and he
closed his eyes, hurting inside.

“I’d been pissed at my parents for
months for putting me in that position, for not caring enough about
me. And I was super extremely pissed that I felt so trapped and
backed into a corner that I had to do what they wanted and go to
college. But I just couldn’t see myself living in my car, getting
guys to buy me drinks every night and going home with them because
I had nowhere else to go. I saw a hooker on Sunset, looking so
defeated and worn out and sad and I started crying because I felt
like that was me. That was where I was going next. And that wasn’t
how I wanted my life to be.”

Matt’s eyes stung and he squeezed them
tighter closed. “Honey.”

“Do you hate me now?” she
asked.

“Fuck no!” He jerked back, and with
his hands on her shoulders he moved her away from him and stared
into her eyes. “Jesus Christ, no, I don’t hate you.” He slowly
shook his head. “Look at you, Honey. Look at what you accomplished.
Hearing that, knowing what you’ve done, just impresses the hell out
of me.”

She stared at him with those beautiful
brown eyes, close enough that he could see the flecks of gold in
them. “Really?” she whispered. “’Cause if you did, I’d understand.”
She lifted one bare shoulder.

“Christ.” He pulled her against him
again, tipping his head back, closing his eyes. “No.” He swallowed.
“So you went to college.”

“Yeah. They paid for it. Got me a
little apartment. I was still angry about it, so I was determined
that I wasn’t going to take much from them. Just what I absolutely
had to. So my apartment was just off campus and it was tiny. I was
so scared of what my life was turning into, I buried myself in my
school work. I didn’t make a lot of friends, or socialize much. I
took extra classes, went to school through the summers so I could
finish as fast as possible and be done with owing my parents. Then
when I graduated Dad got me this job. At first I was going to tell
him to shove it, but then I decided that was stupid. I was scared
again, thinking back to that morning in my car, thinking about my
choices of either sleeping in my car at the beach or going home
with strangers, and I figured taking the job was one last thing I
would let him do for me and that was it. Too bad the job didn’t
turn out to be what I’d hoped.”

“What does that mean?” He shifted
again and tipped her face up to look at him. “What’s wrong with the
job? I thought it was going well.”

“It’s going okay, but it was clear
when I started they only hired me because they had to.”

“Yeah, I got that from the comments in
that meeting that day.”

“It was true. I knew it. Everyone knew
it. But I naively thought I’d just get past that once I got into
the work. But they didn’t really expect me to do anything. They
were coming up with make-work projects just to keep me out of their
hair. I was so disappointed. I really wanted to
contribute.”

“You are contributing. We’ve been
working on stuff…”

“Yeah. But I’m basically doing it on
my own. Dulcie did help me learn some things, but now she’s gone.”
Then she gave him one of her smiles, a bright, beaming smile that
showed perfect straight white teeth, the smile just like her model
mother’s, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “So I’m winging it, but
it’ll all be good.”

He stared at her. He felt like he’d
been whacked in the chest. He wasn’t sure what to do with
everything he’d just heard. Something big and almost painful rose
up inside him, some emotion he wasn’t even sure he could name. All
he did know was, he wanted to punch something or someone on her
behalf, he wanted to protect her from the world and all the stupid
fucking people in it. He wanted her.