My mate and my gift

Chapter thirteen: Mira

When we got to the club, Roxy and Sascha immediately pulled me towards the already packed dancefloor. I was suddenly grateful for all the dance classes they had dragged me to, so I wouldn’t make a complete fool of myself.

I let the music wash over me and moved to the beat. We were laughing and soon the rest of the girls joined us. When I saw my chance, I retreated to the bar, allowing myself some room to breathe. I leaned my back against the bar, resting my arms on the counter. I let my head fall back, closing my eyes to block out the spotlights

“Well, hello there.” I heard someone say. I opened my eyes to see a guy looking up and down my body.

“Hi” I said and turned around, not sure I liked the way he looked at me.

He copied my previous position leaning against the bar and looked sideways at me.

“Can I offer you a drink?” he said

I looked at him out of the corner of my eye. I smiled and said “You can buy me a shot of tequila”

I had no idea how it tasted, but I had been informed that it was the strongest alcohol they had and I was hoping it would work wonders. Matthew’s face was stuck in my head. Since yesterday, he hadn’t looked for me once. When I had met him by the stairs earlier, he had just lowered his head and walked past me without a word. I had whirled around to look after him, but he never turned back my way. Roxy and Sascha had both given me disapproving looks and gestured for me to follow him. They didn’t know how tempted I had been to do just that.

The guy arched an eyebrow at me, turned around and made a gesture to the bartender.

The bartender brought four shot glasses and poured something that looked deceptively a lot like water, but I could smell it wasn’t before he even opened the bottle.

The guy took one of the glasses and lifted it, waiting for me to do the same. I did.

“I’m Rob” he yelled over the music and looked at me expectantly.

“Mira” I yelled back and we both emptied our glasses. It burned like fire down my throat, but I didn’t care.

He took another glass and asked, “Are you here alone?”

“A friend of mine is getting married” I answered and emptied the second glass. It was kind of true.

He made a gesture for the bartender to fill our glasses.

This went on for a while and the alcohol was starting to take effect.

This was probably my tenth shot when I felt the delightful dulling of my senses, which would probably explain why I didn’t care about what was about to happen next.

Rob turned towards me, gently stroking my arm with his hand.

“Can I ask you something?” he yelled

I just smiled and nodded

“What would you do if I tried to kiss you?”

I could feel my smile grow bigger as I said “Why don’t you try and find out?”

I could literally smell the response I got from him.

He leaned in and I closed my eyes, waiting for the feeling of his lips on mine.

Nothing happened.

I heard the sound of a crash and someone shouting out in pain.

I opened my eyes to see Rob lying on the floor next to a knocked-over barstool. I heard a growl next to me, and in the next second a strong arm was wrapped around me, pulling me across the room.

I didn’t need to look to know whose arm it was. Even through my dulled senses, I could smell the coffee-caramel scent. The feeling of his arm around me was warm and comforting. I could hear him yell something in an angry voice, but it wasn’t directed at me.

I didn’t try to resist. The booze was keeping me in a good mood, and I didn’t want to ruin it by arguing with Matthew.

We got outside, and he pushed me against a wall, pinning both my arms above my head. “You do this a lot, don’t you?” I said with a grin. Matthew was clearly in no mood for games and pushed himself away from the wall. He turned his back to me and raked his hands through his hair. I started to laugh when I saw how his hair was sticking out in all places.

He turned back to look at me, and even though I could tell he was angry, I didn’t really care. All I seemed to care about was the fact that he was here right now, with me.

He stomped towards me, stopping inches from my face. I could feel a tingle in my lips, yearning to feel his on mine. He opened his mouth to say something but closed it again without a word.

Again, he turned and walked away, only to come back, this time even closer. “What do you think you are doing?!” I could smell the beer on his breath. To my surprise I liked the idea that he might be a little drunk.

I was about to answer when a car honked its horn and pulled up next to us.

“Get in” Matthew said through clenched teeth. I felt like I should be angry and protest, but I couldn’t see why, so instead I slipped in the backseat of the car and Matthew got in next to me.

“Home, please” he said to the driver, clearly trying to control himself.

The drive home felt longer than it actually was, probably because of the awkward silence. When we pulled up in front of the mansion, Matthew and I got out and the driver took off again.

We walked inside and up the stairs in complete silence. As I turned right to go to my room, Matthew grabbed me by the hips and hoisted me over his shoulder.

“Whee!” I shrieked, as if I were 4 years old. I giggled at myself.

Matthew opened the door to his room and tossed me on the bed, putting his body on mine, pressing me down on the mattress.

Never before had I been so surrounded by his scent. His sheets, the covers, pillows, clothes, shower, everything in this room smelled of only him. There were no lingering scents of anyone else.

His face was inches from my own, and I could feel the heat starting to rise in my cheeks. Not to mention I could feel my body starting to burn too. I looked into his eyes, once again feeling lost in their depths. His anger seemed to have died down and now all I saw in his eyes were love, longing, and desire.

His lips met mine, and I wasted no time kissing him back. It felt amazing. I never wanted this moment to end. It was just him and me alone in his room – in this world.

He forced his knee between my thighs, quickly followed by the other, forcing my legs apart. He kissed my jaw, down my neck. Every now and then he would lick his tongue against my skin. He grabbed my knees and pulled them up. He began to push against me. One hand slid down and fumbled with something and then I heard the sounds of a zipper. He used a finger to rub against me and I gasped. I felt him smile against my ear as he gently bit down on my earlobe. I could feel my panties getting wet. He tried to move them aside, but my legs tensed up around his hand, keeping it in place.

He got up on his knees and I pressed my thighs together. He looked down at me, his breath ragged. His eyes were almost all black. I felt a weird mix of embarrassment and excitement.

He leaned down and grabbed the sides of my panties. In one move he pulled them off and free from under my feet.

He forced my legs open with his hands, and even though I tried to resist, he was still stronger than me and as soon as there was a small gap, he leaned down and let his tongue slide down my thigh. Sparks exploded up my thigh and my legs went limb in his hands. He pushed them wide open and kissed me all the way up. He used his thumbs to massage me and soon I felt his tongue in me. It was an amazing feeling and I forgot all about being embarrassed of myself. Small noises escaped me as he pushed his tongue in and out of me. The warmth in my body kept spreading. I could feel something wet run down my skin. I placed my hands on his head, intending to push him away, but I had no strength left and all I did was grab his hair. I could hear a growl from Matthew and my body began to tremble slightly. He grabbed my thighs with both hands as small spasms spread through my body. My back arched and I heard myself cry out. My mind went blank as my body tensed up and I couldn’t feel anything but Matthew’s tongue. He got up, licking his lips.

I rolled onto my stomach and got on my hands and knees, in an attempt to crawl off the bed, but Matthews arms snuck around me, pulling me towards him. He undid the knot that tied my top behind my neck, and he pulled it down to the middle of my stomach. He grabbed my breasts and massaged them. His hands were so big, and I could feel them tremble as he struggled to keep in control. A moan slipped out. I heard another zipper and the mini skirt I was wearing landed on the mattress.

Matthew reached down between my legs and a second later I felt something rock hard push against me.

I don’t know when, but he had taken his jeans and boxers off.

“No, wait” I heard myself whisper as I tried to move away.

I knew he heard me, as he growled in response and kept me in place, but he didn’t wait.

He grabbed my hip with his free hand and pushed harder against me. I felt him slowly slip inside me. He was so big. I had always heard that it was painful when you were being penetrated for the first time, but nothing could prepare me for this. I was so wet that there was no resistance at all, and I could feel how he was straining himself to go slow. It was actually very reassuring to know that he didn’t want this to hurt me. I felt a sudden sharp pain and I cried out. Matthew’s grip on my hips tightened. “I’m sorry!” I heard him whisper “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, but I just can’t stop now”

Somehow this sent a wave of warmth through my body. I realized I didn’t want him to stop. The pain faded and my body relaxed a little. Matthew noticed and took no time responding to it. He thrusted hard once, and the pain was intense. I don’t even think I made a sound; I just clenched my teeth in pain. Matthew had stopped moving and was kissing my neck and back until I relaxed again. The pain didn’t last as long as I had thought and soon Matthew was thrusting harder and harder. It felt great now. I couldn’t feel anything but Matthew, couldn’t hear anything but his heavy breath in my ear, couldn’t think about anything but him. I felt my body start to shake again, and I heard Matthew whisper “yes” several times.

I cried out in pleasure as my body trembled from the second orgasm. A few seconds later Matthew’s body was shaking, and he cried out as well. He pressed me hard against him for a few minutes, staying perfectly still and I could feel him release inside me. We both collapsed on the bed, breathless.

The next morning, I woke up with an arm around me. It took me a few minutes to remember what had happened yesterday. I looked around the room and saw my clothes from yesterday scattered all over the room. I didn’t know how, but my skirt was on his desk chair and my top was dangling from the lamp on the ceiling. So much for getting dressed and sneaking back to my room. I found my panties on the floor and put them on. Next to them was Matthews shirt. I picked it up and raised it to my nose. I inhaled his scent.

I put it on and sent him a cheeky smile as I went out the door. “You are gonna pay for this, my love” I whispered and blew him a kiss as I closed the door. Just as I reached my room, I saw Roxy’s door open. I rushed inside and held my breath as I pressed my back against the closed door.

“I saw that!” she called as she passed my door. I could hear the smile in her voice.

I rushed to get my own clothes and went for a shower. If I were fast, I could be done before Matthew woke up. At the breakfast table Roxy was flashing me a smile before I even sat down.

“I liked the black shirt better” she said and winked at me.

“Shuddup!” I said, feeling the heat in my cheeks.

When Sascha joined us, we all decided to go shopping once we had finished eating.