Saving Me

Game On Part 1

"Y-You ready?" I stammered, making my brain think of anything but his promise of sixty-nine. Which was a whole lot easier said than done when I knew what his togue felt like on the most sensitive part of me.

"If you are." Said Matt. "You have a bag packed?"

"Yeah, its by the couch." I replied. "Let me just grab it and make sure I have everything straight."

"My Mamaw in heaven would make sure God stuck me with a lightening bolt if I let a woman that I was dating carry her own bags." Matt said, slipping past me and into the house as the word dating replaying over and over in my mind. So, is that what we're doing here?

"Yep. I'd say it is." Said Matt, I looked at him confused for a moment until I realized that my thoughts hadn't in my head, that I had said them aloud.

"Matt I-"

"Were dating Stormy. Or at least that's the way I see it." Sai Matt, cutting me off. "I spend all my free time with you and Sadie. You spend yours with me. We're learning something knew about one another every day. If that doesn't label us as dating, then I don't know what does."

"O-okay." I stammered. Damn I'm starting to sound like I have a speech impediment.

"Okay That all you have to say?" asked Matt.

"Well I -"

"I'm just messing with you." He said leaning forwards and placing a kiss on my lips. Even though it was quick kiss, it sent flames though my already overly sensitive system, once more reminding me what was to come when he finally got me alone. Matt must have noticed the direction my thoughts went too because I felt his arm band low around my waist, pulling me to him as I felt his other hand land beneath my chin, tipping my head back. "I can't wait to get you alone either darlin. But, we have the whole weekend so there is no need to rush this. Lets go eat a good meal, chat over dinner about our weeks and see what happened okay?"

"Okay." I whispered, looking up into his blue eyes.

After one more quick kiss, Matt laced his fingers with mine as he grabbed my overnight bag in his free hand and began leading us to his truck. When we reached the passenger side, he released my hand and swung the door open wide. I grabbed the handle to climb my way up inside the cab but was stopped when his voice sounded though the night air.

"Oh no you don't." All at once, my bag was tossed onto the back seat of his truck and his hands landed on my waist. My skin literally burned under his touch. Thoughts of how his hands felt on my bare skin filled my mind, making me act without thinking when my ass hit the seat of his truck. Moving quickly, I placed my hand over the front of his jeans, palming his denim clad cock and slowly sliding my hand over the bulge in his jeans. The hiss that came from his lips spurred me on.

I felt a hand dip beneath the hem of my knee length dress and slowly slide up my leg, heading for the spot of my body that was pulsing with need for him. But just when he was almost there, he stopped abruptly and removed his hand from bare skin. I wanted to scream in frustration. But it was the look in his eyes and the smirk that tore across his face that had all my frustrations simmering down.

"Ever heard of delayed gratification?" he asked.

"Yeah" I said, my voice husky.

"Good. Because I'm going to see just how damn hot and bothered I can get you before you practically combust." Said Matt. "Pretty sure I will have you begging before the night is over."

"You sound pretty sure of yourself." I said, squeezing my thighs together to try and relieve the pressure between them.

"Maybe." He said with a wink as he stepped back so that he could swing the door shut. "I sure am going to have fun trying to prove my point."