Unspoken Memories (Unspoken Series) (24 page)

AS WE WALK into the club, the music
automatically begins to flow through my blood, taking over my body. I
immediately pull Matt by the hand and straight to the dance floor, letting my
body free. I need to let out a lot of sexual frustration and this is the only
safe way I know without Matt pushing me away.

My hips move along to the beat pounding out of the speakers,
the bass taking my mind away as my body grinds up against Matt’s. With his
hands roaming all over my body, making me feel sexy and alive, I keep rubbing
against him. Although people surround us, it feels like it’s only Matt and I on
the dance floor, alone in our own world of ecstasy.

Moments like these are what I crave, yearn for, knowing that
his hands will be touching me, and no one will judge me for it. I live for the
feeling of his body next to mine, and the excitement that it sends to my blood.
I close my mind and take it all in, dancing like this for at least half an
hour, until Kelly taps me on the shoulder, bringing me back to reality.

“When are we going to start drinking, I’m thirsty,” she
shouts into my ear, pointing to the VIP section up above. I look back at Matt
hoping that he’s heard her as well, since I don’t want to have to bust his eardrum
like she did to mine. He nods and tilts his head in that direction confirming
that he heard. He wraps his arm around my waist to lead me off the dance floor
making me intoxicated from the contact that he constantly has to have with me.

We make our way over to the VIP area that has been
designated for our little group and I immediately reach for the water, opening
it, and downing it with one breath. I hadn’t realized how thirsty I was until
that first drop hit my tongue, or that I was still standing until I feel Matt’s
arm pull me down onto the seat cushion next to him.

He keeps his arm wrapped around me, pulling me tighter to
his hip, clearly stating that he needs me next to him. I almost want to pull
away, as if to prove that he has no claim on me tonight, but I would only be
lying to myself if I did. Even my body knows who it belongs to, and he was
sitting right next to me, branding me with his touch. He was driving me crazy
and I was allowing it to take over me.

Thinking back to what happened earlier in my room was like a
bucket of cold water being dumped on me, waking me up to reality again. I can’t
allow him to keep winning, so I stand up, using the excuse that I needed to
speak to the waitress to order our drinks. I hope that the distraction will put
some distance between us.

He tries holding me to stay next to him, but I ignore him
and get up anyways. Even though Matt looks disappointed that I stood up, I
couldn’t let him make me weak.

Once I’m done ordering more alcohol than we really needed, I
look over to Matt, wondering what he’s doing. He’s having a conversation with
Trey, and I stand there taking him in.

As if he sensed that I’m watching him, he looks up with his
hooded eyes, and his long lashes that drive me insane. His lips go into their
usual sexy grin as he looks at me, and it takes all my willpower not to go over
to him. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me exactly at this moment.

Biting my lip, I force myself to turn away, breaking from
his spellbinding gaze. I walk over to a darkened corner where Julio is standing
off to the side, observing our crowd. I grab on to the rail, facing forward,
distracting myself by looking out onto the dance floor below us, watching as
the crowd moves with the music.

I feel him come up behind me, my body already recognizing
his touch, like it’s always expecting it. He places both his arms along the
sides of my body on the rail in front of me. It locks my body into place,
giving me nowhere to go. I stand there and let his body press up against mine,
savoring the feel of his chest against my back. I close my eyes and lean my
head onto his shoulder, losing myself against his body. He slowly starts to rub
his lips against my neck, behind the sensitive spot of my ear. The warmth of
his breath sends shivers throughout my whole body, electrifying it.

“Hey beautiful. Why are you running away from me?” he
whispers loudly into my ear before taking the lobe into his mouth and biting it
gently.

The jolts of electricity are intensifying with every word he
says. Coursing through my veins, making me weak, and wet with pleasure. I
fucking hate how he does this to me. He knows why I’m keeping away from him,
and yet he keeps coming to tease me. It makes me suffer and I want to run away
some more.

He starts kissing my neck and I tilt my head to the side
giving him better access. As he keeps kissing my neck I say loud enough for him
to hear over the music, “Matt, we have to stop this.”

“Stop what, beautiful?” He’s acting like he has no clue what
he's doing to my body.

I dig for the willpower to speak. “You know exactly what
you’re doing to me, you’re teasing me, it's killing me, and it's torture,” I
tell him, gripping the handrail harder with a force that is hurting even my
palms.

He simply laughs and grabs my hips pulling my ass up against
his hardened erection. “Who says I want to keep teasing you?” he states with
determination into my ear.

I force myself to turn around so I can look into his eyes
and see for myself how serious he is. “If you wouldn’t give me a reason to run,
I wouldn’t,” I reply before kissing his neck, lightly sucking on it, giving him
a taste of his own medicine.

I stop and pull back so we are looking directly into each
other’s eyes. I notice how close our lips are to each other right now. If I
were to move forward just an inch, we would be kissing, and I know all hell
would break loose then. I wouldn’t be able to stop myself once I’d started. I
can feel his breath on my lips and it feels so good. It makes me bite my lip to
try to keep myself under control.

Trey’s voice breaks our world of enchantment. “Hey birthday
boy, alcohol is here. You can always get dessert later,” he yells to us over
the music and walks away, pulling Matt with him.

I take a moment to catch my breath, looking around to
distract myself. I notice that Julio is standing there, staring in the
direction of my friends. I take another deep breath before heading over to the
table to join them. As I get there Kelly hands me a shot glass, refusing to let
me slide this time.

“I told you, I’m not drinking tonight. I have to run this
weekend,” I plead, trying to force the glass back at her.

She scrunches her nose at me, before saying, “Quit being a
sour puss, it’s your man’s birthday. Take the damn shot.” She shoves my hand
back at me.

I’m about to remind her that Matt is technically not mine to
claim, but Trey and David begin the usual birthday toast, and I’m left standing
there watching everyone throw their drinks back into their mouths. I place my
full shot glass on the table with the rest of the empty ones and hope that no
one notices it.

That plan is a complete bust. As Kelly starts refilling the
glasses she notices that mine is still full. “Hey girl, you didn’t drink yours,”
she says out loud, scolding me with her eyes. I laugh and tell her to drink it
for me, which she does after shrugging her shoulders.

After another round we all head to the dance floor again.
Forty-five minutes later we’re back in the VIP area for round two.

All the water I had consumed was finally starting to catch
up with me, so I stand up and walk over to the waitress asking directions to
the bathroom. When she informed me that our section had its own private
bathroom, I headed there with Julio in tow.

After taking care of business and washing my hands, I exit
the bathroom, crashing straight into Matt’s chest. I look into his gorgeous
eyes as they are staring right back at me with a hunger that I recognize. It’s
the same one I feel at this very moment. The one that wants to strip him of
every stitch of clothing so I can run my hands over every inch of his naked
body. The naked body that he has been teasing me with for months now.

I’m at the limit of denying myself since I’ve now discovered
how close I’ve come to getting it. The hunger is burning through the blood in
my veins and the only way to extinguish it is to finally give into that hunger.

He grabs my hand, enveloping it tightly into his as he pulls
me a couple feet down the hallway into a darkened corner. I’m confused, but I
don’t question him. When it comes to Matt I already know he always has a motive
for what he’s going to do, and I’ve learned to go along for the ride.

He pushes me against the wall, trapping me against it with
his body, grabbing onto my waist with his hands right before he lowers his lips
to connect with mine. My lips instantly give in to his request, starving for
the taste, opening to allow him to explore my mouth. He entangles his tongue
with mine and I can taste the alcohol he’s been drinking tonight, mixed with
his own flavor. His taste is so intoxicating that I immediately get drunk from
it, wanting more. I’m like an addict when it comes to his kiss, craving my next
fix against his mouth. I reach for his neck pulling him tighter against my
body, not wanting to give him a chance to escape.

His hands begin to slowly explore my body, his left creeping
up my body to grab my breast, gripping as he massages it. His other hand
quickly makes its way down to my leg, hooking it under my knee, pulling it up
to wrap around his hip. He grinds his cock against my center, and I feel him
come alive against it. His hand starts to travel back up the same leg, making
its way up my ass, gripping it with demand. I react by trying to pull him tight
with my leg, hating that we have clothing to impede the contact.

I grip his head tightly within my hands, needing something
to help support my now weakened body. I want him to know how badly I need him
as we’re still intensely kissing. I can barely breathe at this point. He’s
stealing every ounce of breath from me, drowning me of air. The loss makes me
lightheaded, but the desire to taste him overpowers my need to breath.

We finally come up for air and I stare into his eyes, seeing
how hungry he is for me. If I didn’t want him just as badly I would be
terrified. He slowly begins to trail his lips down my chin to my ear,
sensitizing my skin with every kiss he leaves behind. He finally reaches my
earlobe and I can hear his heavy breathing against it, matching my own.

“Matt, you’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re doing right
now,” I say to him, trying to reassure myself that we should stop, but in
reality I don’t want to.

“I know exactly what I’m doing right now. I’m going to prove
to you, beautiful, that I’m not teasing you,” he growls into my ear right
before he takes it into his mouth to bite it. He moves his mouth right below my
ear to my sensitive spot and does the same, sending my body spiraling into
weakness. If he wasn’t holding me up against the wall with his body my legs
would have given out and my whole body would have dropped to the floor.

How is it that he’s able to bring my walls down in one kiss?
This is exactly the reason why I was trying to keep him at a distance. I was
trying to avoid his touch because I knew the minute he did it I would become
weak and give in. I knew that my body would succumb to him and it’s finally
happening as I grip his shoulders with the only strength I have left.

He pushes himself harder into my body. Grinding his hips up
against my wetted core, he starts kissing me again, and I moan into his mouth
from the pleasure rising in my body. I want him inside me so badly right now; I
know I would let him take me right here on the dirty floor if he were to ask. I
don’t care anymore.

He suddenly stops kissing me, and I whimper from the loss of
his lips. He drops down to his knees, his head disappearing under my ruffled
skirt. I’m so dazed from his kiss that I can’t even comprehend what he’s doing
until I feel him hook the same leg that was around his hip, up onto his
shoulder. I feel him rip my thong with his hands and his mouth connects with my
core. The contact burns from the tip of my toes all the way up my body as he
slowly licks his way up my clit.

I quickly grab onto his shoulders for support, throwing my
head back. I close my eyes, letting out a loud moan that vibrates in my neck as
I’m standing there digging my fingernails into Matt’s shoulders for support.
He’s torturing me with his tongue, licking his way up and down my clit,
twirling it around in his mouth, slowly prolonging my climax. I knew his mouth
would be sinful, but fuck, I never expected it to torture me with pleasure.

I feel him start to slow down, giving me a chance to catch
my breath, before he kisses his way to the inside of my thigh. First, he nips
the skin lightly with his teeth, and then he starts sucking it with his mouth.
If I wasn’t so turned on right now, I would be questioning why he was doing
this, but I can only stand there, letting him.