Against the Wall (27 page)

Within seconds, I felt Matty plunge inside me. He didn’t tease me with just a little at a time, he went hard and deep and my eyes almost popped out of my head as I took him in all at once.

I gasped, groaned, moaned, and ohmygoded all at the same time.

Matty buried his head in my neck, breathing heavily, and said, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to do it like that.”

“
It’s okay. It’s great actually, but...” I managed to say, digging my pink high-top Chucks into his backside. “This can’t be comfortable for you.”

With Matty still pulsing inside me, we continued the conversation. “This is a lot more difficult than it looks. What’s her name wasn’t wearing skinny jeans and Converse in the movie,” he said through a chuckle.

“
Take me to the bed, Matty,” I told him.

With my ass cupped in his strong grip, Matty walked me over to the bed. I placed one hand on the leather bench stabilizing myself to tear off my Chucks and peel off my jeans. Though, in a flash of movement I wasn’t expecting, I was on my elbows and knees on the bed. Matty massaged my bottom while his erection poked at my flesh from behind. I reached down and guided him inside, and he thrust his hips as I backed into him slow and steady. I explored the action, allowing my fingers to feel him sliding in and out. When I grasped his balls in my hand, I backed into him harder, this time circling my hips in tune with each stroke.

I gasped, groaned, moaned, and ohmyGoded yet again, and more than once.

Matty withdrew himself from me, and grasped my ass tightly, holding on like he was willing himself to hang on just a bit longer.

I dropped to my stomach and rolled over, my pants still tangled around one of my ankles, and only the laces of one shoe loosened.

Matty stood and hiked my foot on his thigh to take it off. Once both shoes were removed, he tossed my jeans and panties to the side as well. He pulled his shirt over his head and climbed into bed with me as I got rid of my tee and bra.

Finally, we were both naked.

He kissed my nose first and told me he loved me.

I sat up and positioned myself so I straddled him, took him in my hand, and let myself envelop around him. I pressed my breasts to his chest and he traced his hands up and down my back, the pads of his fingertips sending tingles like pin pricks across my body.

The rotation of my hips allowed me to grind my love button against him, and plunged him deeper and deeper into the heart of my sex. Matty’s hands squeezed my hips, and I noticed his teeth biting down on the corner of his bottom lip. The intense look on his face did me in. I could only last for a minute or so more before I collapsed on his chest, feeling the pulse between my legs tighten in spasms as we both released.

Matty yanked on my arms and pulled me down to him for our first after sex kiss. It was peck after peck to my lips, my neck, my throat, my chest, before I rolled over next to him.

We both sighed, and I thought,
I could definitely get used to this. This man is all mine. Forever
.

Of course, I was the first to say something. “Holy son of a sex fest,” I had yelped, still panting like I just finished the L.A. marathon. He chuckled, and I continued. “I so didn’t expect our first time to last so long.”

He chuckled again, and ran his fingers through his dampened hair. “I kinda shot one off this morning in the shower.” He paused, and touched a gentle kiss to my nose. “To get ready for tonight.”

“
Well, thank you,” I said, cracking up too. We spooned for the rest of the evening, and woke up early in the morning for another round of love making to make up for all the time I’d wasted before telling the man, who I’d soon marry, I loved him.

And now, leaving this auditorium hand-in-hand with my best friend, and now husband, I just can’t help but smile with such giddy satisfaction.

It finally happened.

I finally found a man who loves me enough to nail me against the wall.

The end.

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"Can I have this dance, pretty lady?" Tyler holds out his hand, one side of his mouth rising in a sexy grin.

I glance up at him, trying to resist his adorable appeal. "Lady, huh? Do I look fifty to you?"

"Come on now, Mel. Don't be such a smart ass. Isn't it customary for the best man to dance with the maid of honor?" He puts his hands on his hips and smiles.

"Well, if I must." I stand up, with a sigh, and he engulfs my teeny hand in his strong grip. I've never felt more safe and loved before in my entire life than when I’m with Tyler. This is what this man does to me. With the slightest touch, my insides swirl around like the spin cycle of a washing machine. But the unease isn't all about the sparks flying between us. I'm just plain sad. I only have one week with him and then he's off again. How can I get that out of my mind long enough to enjoy the time we do have together? It doesn't seem possible.

When we reach the hard wood dance floor, he takes my right hand in his, and wraps his left arm around me, resting his palm slightly above my bottom. I can feel his embrace get tighter as he leans down to nuzzle my neck. Inhaling the scent that's so distinctively his, I get lightheaded and brace myself against his chest so I don't slither down his body into a pile of mush.

I don't think I can ever love anyone more than I love Tyler. I've loved him almost my entire life. I've waited half my life for him to hold me like this and my heart aches knowing that it will soon be over, again.

How many times can I really put myself through this? When he left after winter break, I'll admit it. I cried. Shelly doesn't know that and neither does Tyler. They both think I'm this strong Latina woman with tough skin. Especially since I got over my divorce rather quickly. That was easy though. The mother trucker was cheating on me with some nasty ass blonde bimbo from work. As if I was going to waste my time fretting over a man who never had enough time for me, yet he had plenty to be screwing some colleague on his cherry wood desk at work. No thank you. Seeing your husband and his mistress all wrapped up with your very own eyes does a lot for the recovery of a broken heart.

But damn me for not being able to resist my best friend's brother. I'd kept him at arm's length in high school and in college, but recently, at the first opportunity, we're doing the wild thing in Shelly's spare bedroom. I wonder if she's noticed she needs a new mattress in there. Those springs are way too squeaky.

The song plays on. Adele wailing about someone who did her wrong. This is so not wedding music. It makes me want to slit my wrists. Figuratively, of course.

Tyler loosens his grip. "What are you thinking about, Melly Belly?" Gosh I used to hate it when people called me that. But with Tyler, it's like a sweet love song whispering in my ears.

"I'm thinking about how depressing this song is," I tell him, looking up into his almond-shaped green eyes.

He chuckles. "Yeah, pretty grim for a wedding, huh?" he responds.

“
More appropriate for a funeral.”

“
Wedding. Funeral. Aren’t they synonymous? I'm sure Matt feels like his life is ending right now."

I smack him in the chest. He throws his head back with a big belly laugh causing all the guests who were enjoying the sad song to look our way. He snuggles me close again, still giggling in my ear. I can actually feel the goofball still shaking with laughter and it makes my heart melt even more.

"You guys look like you're having way to much fun over here. You been hittin' the bar without me, Mel?" Shelly asks.

"Oh no, your brother hear is just full of jokes." I punch him in the arm. Then I tell her what he said. Matt laughs along with him until Shel swings her trademark back hand into his chest. That's my girl.

"Let's go get a drink," Shel says, linking her arm in mine. "These two knuckleheads can dance with each other."

I can't help but crack up when she orders a beer at the bar. Here she is, in this gorgeous gown, beautiful hair, and stunning makeup, looking like the bell of the ball, elegant from head to toe. And she has a bottle of Newcastle in her hand. Not even a glass. The bartender offered and she looked at him like he was crazy, as if he offended her.

She takes a swig and lets out a big "Ahhh" sound.

"Nice, Shel. Very lady like," I tease her.

"Oh excuse me," she snickers. "Let me put my pinky up. Is that better?"

We both laugh.

"Here's to a life full of love, happiness, and wild sex against the wall?" I toast to her.

She clinks her bottle of beer against my rather large glass of Stella Rosa sweet red wine.

"How about just wild sex anywhere? Against the wall sounds all hot and sexy and all. But it's not all that practical. Downright uncomfortable if you ask me. We’ve tried."

My bestie is way to frickin funny. Just when I thought my night was headed south, she comes up with this goofy shit and I can't help but laugh and smile.

"Thanks," I say.

"For what?" she asks.

"Just because."

I don't have the heart to ruin her day with my misery. I doubt she'd want to hear about how crappy I feel about her brother leaving me, yet again. After winter break, I thought I could handle it. Then when he came back for Valentine's day, when Matt proposed to Shelly in front of the entire school, I knew things were going to be difficult. We spent the weekend together before he went back home to San Francisco, and we've been Skyping, talking on the phone, and texting. But that can only do so much. My heart aches for him the moment he's gone and my body yearns for his touch.

I should really just shut up and enjoy the week we have together before we go back to work.

"Hey," Shel says, startling me.

"What?"

"Do me a favor, would ya?"

"Anything for the most beautiful bride I've ever seen," I tell her.

She turns to me and looks into my eyes. This is serious.

"Promise me to forget that Tyler is leaving on Sunday. Pretend like he's not going anywhere. And just let yourself be happy." She squeezes my shoulder and pulls me toward the dance floor.

"Am I that obvious?" I question.

"I know you better than yourself. So promise."

"I promise. I swear to have a week full of happiness, love, and wild sex against the wall with your brother." I grin at her, and she raises a brow at me.

She shakes her head, saying, "T.M.I., Melly Belly, T.M.I."

We make our way back to the dance floor, drinks in hand, already bobbing to the beat.

“
Now this is a song I can get down to,” Ty says as we reach the guys.

“
Get down on it,” I tell him, listening to Kool and the Gang blaring from the speakers. “Really.”

“
They just don’t make songs like this anymore,” Matt adds, with a chuckle.

Shelly finishes a gulp of her beer and then says, “Yeah, now the songs just say ‘fuck me’ and ‘blow me’ rather than trying to be so vague. You really think this song is about dancing?”

“
True dat, sista,” I agree with her in our ridiculous slang speak. You just never know when it’s going to creep up on you, and then Shel and I start talking like we’re chillin’ with Snoop Dog.

“
Why don’t you both just zip it and dance?” Ty jokes. He shimmies closer to me, and takes the glass from my hand. After setting it down on a nearby table, he struts his way back over to me, where he grabs both of my hands in his and starts wiggling me around. He turns me around, resting his hands on my hips and squeezing. I back myself up into his lap, and we spend the rest of the night grinding and freaking like a bunch of high schoolers at prom. Good thing we don’t have any chaperones here to split us apart.