Society Girls: Matisse (15 page)

“I should’ve been sitting here all
along.”

“Yes, you should’ve.”

“What else would like, my love?”

“An IOU for that magical tongue of
yours.”

“You don’t need one of those. Just get me
alone, take of your clothes, and it’s a sure bet I’ll have my
tongue on your body.”

“You’re so romantic,” I tell him with a
laugh, feeding him another bite.

“You inspire me.”

We continue on like that, me feeding him the
tapioca in between finishing off my other food. He eventually
starts feeding me the donuts, with his arm around me while his
thumb brushes my side boob. I could definitely get used to
this.

* * *

Kendrick

I feel bad about almost ruining our day, and
also for keeping Matisse from her brother, so I beg off of spending
the rest of the afternoon with them. I also tell them to go to
dinner without me, saying I’ll meet them at the rink before the
first bout. I’m feeling out of sorts, and I need to straighten my
head out before I see Matisse again, because I’ll be damned if I’m
going to keep messing things up with her.

“Shouldn’t you be sexing up your woman?”
Waverly asks me when she answers the phone.

“She’s visiting with her brother, which is
why she’s here, after all.”

“Ah, he doesn’t like you. Who can blame
him?”

“He likes me,” I insist.

“Then why are you calling me?”

“Matisse took me to the African art museum
here, and I freaked out a little.”

“Because?”

“Even though you don’t miss our homeland, I
do. You know that,” I remind her, letting my frustration show.

“I could go back, so you can too.”

“No. I won’t allow them to take you. You are
more important than a country I left long ago, when I walked away
from a family that was too selfish to protect either of us.”

“You gave up everything for me.”

“No, my friend. I’ve been given everything
because of you. You’re the best friend a person could ever hope
for. And now I have Matisse.”

“Maybe you could go back without me. You
know, sneak in.”

“If they caught me, you’d be taken. I’ve
been working with Reina on her training plan for torture, and even
if they aren’t as talented as her, I would break. I hate myself for
even saying it, but I would.”

“We’re back to square one then.”

“You still want to talk to Reina when I get
back?”

“I think we have to.”

“No matter what happens, I’ll protect you to
the death.”

“Since I’m technically your bodyguard, that
should be the other way around.”

“You haven’t been my bodyguard for years,
and we’ll save each other, just like we always have.”

“Matisse will save you, too, if you need
it.”

“She already is,” I say, and then have to
ask what I’ve been scared to. “You really think she’ll be okay with
everything once she knows?”

“I think it’s going to be hard for her at
first, because we’ve crafted our stories well, but once she hears
it all, she’ll understand.”

“I hope you’re right.”

“Me, too.”

“Listen, I have to go and meet Matisse and
her brother, so I better go. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

“Night, Kenyi.”

“Night, Wave.”

I hang up with her, not feeling any better,
but not really feeling worse, either. Jerking myself off in the
shower takes a little of the edge off, too. Grabbing my keys, I
head to the rink to see my girl.

As soon as I walk in, I see Matisse in the
coral dress. She looks amazing as usual, and I can’t help but smile
knowing I bought her that dress. My smile disappears when I notice
how stiff her shoulders are, and then I see them. The bastard and
his wife are sitting behind her, their mouths moving.

I run down the stairs, and reach them in
time to hear him say, “Is your new guy married, too? Is that your
kink, Matisse?”

I move down his aisle, pull him to his feet,
and punch him so hard he falls onto the people in the row behind
him. Blood is gushing from his broken nose, but I’m not done
yet.

“Get up, you piece of shit.”

His wife screams as he looks at the blood
like he doesn’t know where it came from. It came from me, and I’m
planning on making him bleed some more. He finally gets it. “You
hit me. You hit me!”

“Get up so I can do it again.”

“You’re crazy! He’s crazy!”

“What’s the matter, huh? You only like to
mess with women? That’s all you know how to do—lie and cheat?”

“He didn’t lie!” his wife screams.

I advance on him, and he cracks. “Okay, so I
lied about being married, but look at Matisse. She’s walking around
in a dress like that, just asking for it,” he says as the people
behind him dump him back onto his own bench.

“You lied?” he wife screeches. “How could
you do that to me?”

She runs out, and he starts to go after her.
I place my foot on his chest, and apply pressure as his eyes go
wide. I’m not quite done with him yet.

“I bought her that dress,
and she’s wearing it for
me
. I’m the one who’s going to
ask
her, and not assume
she wants something just because she dresses the way she wants.
Women’s clothes aren’t invitations.”

“She said yes to me. I didn’t rape her or
anything.”

“You are one of the luckiest men on Earth
because she wanted you. This smart, sexy, fiercely beautiful woman
gave you everything, and only because you lied. I’m really thankful
you’re a lying and cheating piece of scum, because now I have her,
and I know what a treasure she is.”

“My wife is going to leave me.”

“That’s a shame, because from what I’ve
seen, you two belong together.”

“Matisse,” he says looking behind me, “do
you want to get back together?”

I wait because this is something I can’t
answer for her. “Are you kidding me right now? Fuck no, I don’t
want you,” she tells him. “Let him go, Doc. I already told you he
wasn’t worth all of this.”

I turn to her then. “And I
already told you that
you
are.”

She puts her hands on my face, and pulls me
down to her, kissing me hard. I wrap my arms around her, lifting
her onto the row with me as I kiss her back. “Thank you,” she tells
me when we take a breath.

“I meant everything I said.”

“I know. That’s one of the things I love
about you—I know I can count on you to speak up if you see
something wrong.”

“It’s not in me to sit by and see injustice
happen.”

“Careful, or Faith’s going to put you into
service.”

“She’s tried. Believe me, she’s tried. Right
now, I’m happy taking care of people.”

“What you do is amazing, and I’ve been in
awe of you for months. You already know that, though.”

“I hope you know I’ve been in awe of you all
that time, as well.”

“I do now.”

“Hey, can you two take it somewhere else so
we can get back to the bout?” Haring yells to us, but it’s not
really a question. We both start laughing as we nod. “And good job
taking care of my sister, man.”

“Come on, Doc. I have someplace I want to
take you.”

Matisse

I pride myself on being a strong,
independent woman, but seeing Kendrick defend me like that was hot.
Like, my panties went up in flames, hot. It wasn’t just the way he
punched Bill, but also what he said about all women. He believes
what he said, and his respect is more attractive than anything else
about him.

I lead him out of the rink area and through
the door into the men’s locker room. My brother insists on being
all about equal opportunity, even though no guys have taken him up
on the offer to start their own teams. This locker room doesn’t get
used unless he needs a shower—or tonight, when I need to blow my
boyfriend.

Locking the door, I push
him against it and kiss him. That’s all we do for several minutes,
his hands on my hips, and mine on his biceps. I love kissing him,
but I want more. My mouth waters at the thought of
more
.

My lips are still on his when I start moving
us backwards. When the backs of my knees hit a bench, I break the
kiss and sit down, his crotch at the perfect level for what I want
to do.

“You don’t have to do this,” he tells
me.

“You didn’t have to do what you did last
night.”

“I wanted to.”

“Exactly. I want to do this. You have no
idea how much I want this.”

“I’d never deny you anything you want, Tees.
I’m generous like that.”

I undo his shorts, and push them down to his
knees. Leaning forward, I lick him through his briefs, before
closing my mouth around him to suck gently. His hips jerk forward,
making me smile. I use my hands on the side and my teeth on the
middle, pulling his underwear down only far enough for him to pop
free.

His hands go to my shoulders as I look up at
him. He’s looking down at me with a mixture of love and lust in his
eyes. I keep eye contact as I lick him from base to tip. He grips
my shoulders tighter, and I pump him with my hand as I suck gently
on the tip. He’s holding back, and I want none of that.

“Pull my hair, and fuck my mouth, Doc. You
already know I like it rough.”

I suck him all the way into my mouth before
he can respond, eliciting a groan from him. He does as I ask,
wrapping my hair around one hand and tugging hard as his hips start
to move. I keep one hand on his base, because he’s too big to take
all the way into my mouth. He hits the back of my throat when he
thrusts, and if he wasn’t still holding on to one of my shoulders,
I would tip right off the bench. It’s just what I want, and I
reward him by playing with his balls as I suck him hard.

“I’m going to come,” he warns me, but I want
it, so I just suck him harder.

He’s completely out of control, and my head
is tingling from how hard he’s pulling my hair, but I’m also so
turned on that I may just come when he does. If I had a free hand,
I’d be getting myself there, but I got more than my share last
night, so this right here is all for him.

He freezes for a moment, and then he’s
jerking himself hard as he comes. Words I don’t understand, along
with my name, are flowing from his mouth as he empties himself down
my throat. When he’s finally done, he staggers back and reach out
to help him to his knees.

“You brought me to my knees, literally,” he
says, a note of awe in his voice as he looks me in the eye.

“Well, you made me pass out last night, so I
had to do something in return.”

“I don’t even know what to say about what
just happened, except that I’ve been fantasizing about your mouth
on my cock for months. The reality is so much better.”

“What else have you fantasized about?” I
ask, caressing his cheek as he leans into my hand.

“Marking you up,” he says, pushing aside my
halter top with his hands so both of my breasts pop free. “I love
seeing this.”

I look down at the marks all over me, but
only in places my romper was covering earlier, and now my dress
now. I didn’t realize at the time that he was actually being
strategic about where his sucked, bit, and rubbed, but once I put
on the clothes he bought me, I knew. He was protecting me, even in
that.

“Done. What else?” I ask as he cups my
breasts in his hands, and tweaks my nipples.

“Making you come with my hands and
mouth.”

“Also done. We’re just whipping through that
list of yours, Doc.”

“That we are. What do you want, my
love?”

“I want you to tie me up.”

His eyebrows shoot up, and I drop my head,
embarrassed. “Lift your head back up for me, Matisse. Please. I
don’t want to let go of your breasts, but I need you to look at
me.”

I do as he asks, and look at him. “It’s not
your thing. I get it.”

“Did I say that?”

“No, but you looked horrified.”

“I looked
surprised
, because I was.
I would love to tie you up, Matisse. When we used to study anatomy,
I fantasized about tying you up with my stethoscope, and having you
on your knees, licking the different parts of my body before I
fucked you hard.”

“Yes, please. I mean really, I would love
that. A lot. I want to play doctor with you like that.”

He chuckles. “When we get home, I’ll
definitely play with you. No dressing up as a slutty nurse,
though.”

“Can I wear your lab coat?”

“Are you trying to kill me?” he asks with a
groan.

“No, I’m just trying to be sexy for
you.”

“That’s never a concern. You could be
covered from head to toe, and you’d still be sexy to me.”

“Since you’re close to making me come just
by playing with my tits, I’d say I believe you.”

“Oh, you’re definitely coming,” he says,
turning me so I can lie flat on the bench.

He takes off the rest of his clothes, and
mine, and then he does indeed make me feel very good for the next
half hour. This isn’t like our other times, though. He makes love
to me sweet and slow, kissing my softly as he thrusts gently in and
out. I didn’t think I wanted it like this, but now I know I do. I
love it rough, and I love it sweet. Kendrick’s extremely talented
at both, making me lose at least part of my mind in the process.
Seriously, having a man who knows exactly how a body works is
probably the best thing in the world. Next to having that man love
and respect you, of course.

* * *

Kendrick

We made it out of the locker room in time to
see the final jam of the last bout. Haring doesn’t give us a hard
time, but he is smirking when he meets up with us. After making
sure his closing crew has everything under control, we head out for
drinks. They choose a different bar than the one I found them in a
couple of nights ago, but it still has the same “neighborhood”
feel.