Chapter 2

Matt was on the bed, sitting cross-legged on black silk sheets, with a rather worried and alarmed expression on his face. He was also naked. Whatever I had been prepared for, it was definitely not that. I was about to turn around and walk out of the room, wanting to respect his sensibilities. I didn't necessarily want to leave, since I was already having thoughts of him like this before I entered the room, but I was positive that he still only thought of me as his best friend. Anyway, like I said, I was about to turn around to walk out, but the next thing I knew, I was glomped by Matt. Yes, glomped. There is no other word for it. I was pinned to the bed by all of Matt's wonderfully naked body.

I was really happy with this new position, and I'm sure Matt could feel it, but I was also confused. Had he gotten into drugs or something? This wasn't something Matt would do. To anyone. Like ever. I was going to ask him what the fuck drug he was on, but when I opened my mouth to ask, his tongue was suddenly where air had been. He fucking kissed me. And not shyly either. He was completely aggressive. Like if I didn't respond, he'd keep doing it anyway. Lucky for him, I was quite responsive.

I let him dominate the kiss for awhile, before I took over. He pulled away from the kiss and just stared at me for a minute, tilting his head to one side with a nervous look on his face. He was straddling me, pinning me to the bed with his wonderfully naked self.

"You're not mad at me, are you?" I couldn't help but laugh at his question.

"You're not flying through the air with a bullet wound in you, are you?" He gasped.

"You'd really shoot me?" He looked hurt, and even more nervous.

"Matt, you're my best friend. Even if I was mad at you, I couldn't shoot you. Anyone else, yes. But if I was mad, you'd know right away." He sighed with relief, a small smile covering his lips.

"Does that mean we can continue?" Wow, he was hot normally, like geeky sexy kind of hot. But right now, he was just plain cute. I had to smile back.

"If we don't, it seems like both of us will have a slight problem." He giggled. Yes, giggled. Slightly girly for him, but he did. It was cute. Just like the rest of him.

"Oh good. You don't know how long I've wanted to jump you. Ever since this morning, when I went to go buy you some clothes, all I could do was think about how you'd look in them! And I couldn't help myself, but the thoughts just got worse and worse, and I found that I was getting all hot for you, and was really confused, but I didn't care, and I ju…" He was so cute, rambling on and on. I couldn't help myself, so I just started licking his chest. It looked very lickable. And to my complete surprise and delight, it tasted like not only Matt, but chocolate! Now that was weird. Why did he taste like.. It hit me. The partially empty bag.

"You didn't by any chance get my clothes from Mystic Pleasures, did you?" He nodded, a little confused at the complete change of topic.

"Yeah, why?" I laughed, and licked him again.

"I knew I wasn't crazy. You taste like chocolate. You got Dulce, didn't you?" He blushed again, a little redder this time. I laughed and kissed him lightly. "So that's why you blushed! You did buy something for yourself! I was wondering why." I laughed and kissed him again. Harder this time, gaining entrance to his mouth, and basically plundering it. Even without the hint of chocolate, Matt tasted good all by himself. After thoroughly muddling his brain with the kiss, I broke it and leaned over to his ear. "Dulce is my favorite item from Mystic Pleasures", I whispered, making sure he felt my breath.

He gasped at my breath, shivered, and then pulled back to look at me and smiled.

"I was hoping you'd like it. I saw it and I just couldn't say no when I was already thinking about jum.." He gasped as I started to lick his chest again. I liked taking him by surprise like that. His face was really cute when he gasped as I cut him off mid sentence. I kept licking him, getting more into it, traveling up and down his torso and abdomen. From navel to nape.

I latched onto one of his nipples when I came across it, sucking on it and rolling the tip around with my tongue. I rolled the other nipple in between my thumb and forefinger, not wanting to let it go untouched. Matt let out the lightest moan when I bit down lightly on his nipple. I smiled up at him as I switched nipples, trailing my tongue lightly in between them. I did the same to his second nipple, eliciting a louder moan when I bit down a little bit harder than on the first. His moans were intoxicating, and I wanted to hear more.

Without warning I flipped him over on the bed, reversing our positions while taking him by surprise yet again. I now straddled him, pinning him to the bed. He looked up at me and frowned.

"No fair." Huh? I looked down at him, a little confused.

"You still wanted to be on top?" He tried to make the frown stay, but he failed and giggled.

"No, I don't mind being on the bottom." I looked at him, even more confused now.

"Then what's not fair?" He looked straight up at me. It was his turn to take me by surprise.

"You still have clothes on.." I couldn't help but laugh at that.

"I thought you were getting all 'hot for me' when you were thinking about me wearing my new clothes." He blushed again.

"Well, yeah, but it was more of imagining what you'd look like taking them off.." With that little confession, I moved away from Matt and got off the bed.

"You mean like this," I asked as I started to remove my new leather vest in a sensual fashion. He gulped, and nodded, unable to look away from me. Once I got the vest off, I decided to take my time with the pants, since I couldn't really wear any undergarments with them. I wanted to pace myself. I walked slowly over to Matt's desk, and pulled up the music player on his laptop. I needed some good stripping music.

When I found a tune that suited the way I wanted to strip, I danced my way back to the middle of the room, straight in front of the bed. I dragged the wooden chair from the desk with me. Never taking my eyes off Matt, I lifted one of my legs to rest on the chair while I undid the buckles from the new boots he had bought me to match the clothes. I removed both of my boots in the same fashion, while Matt stared back at me, eyes wide, mouth even wider when I flipped the chair around backwards, sitting down and grinding on it when the music picked up the pace. I was getting really into it.

I flipped my hair back out of my face, a few strands sticking because I was starting to work up a sweat. Rolling my body around on the chair, I got up when the music slowed down again. I flipped the chair back around and put one knee up on it. Swaying my hips to the beat, doing a few small thrusts here and there when an offbeat was thrown in, I slowly undid the strings that made up the font of my pants. I got the knots undone, and when my pants were down to my hips, Matt stood up and walked over to me and put his hands on top of mine. He kissed me, lightly, then stepped back, his hands still covering mine.

"Mel, where the hell did you learn to do all that?" I smiled, remembering Aidan. He looked almost exactly like Matt, but not quite as hot. His hair was almost the same color, but just a little bit off. The same went for the rest of him. But he reminded me enough of Matt that I could never stop watching him. –Now don't get your panties in a wad. I never actually did anything with him. Let me explain, sheesh.-

"Funny thing about being in the mafia? You're automatically around strippers, pretty much all the time. You practically learn through osmosis, whether you want to or not." –See? I told you I could explain. You don't think I'm dirty enough to do anything with a stripper, do you? They're below me. I need someone of almost equal intelligence. - And Matt fits that category perfectly.