Tastes Like A Ho-Ho
Matt/Julie, NC-17, 1478 words, Title from Damages, Also written for Porn Battle V (prompts: forgiveness and tequila), Co-written with my girl Rachel.
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Julie's pretty sure it was between the 5th and 6th tequila shot with Tyra that she realized Matt was staring at her.
She's also pretty sure it was Matt pounding his dick into her about twenty minutes later, moaning her name as his lips sucked on her neck.
And as she watches Matt leave her on the bed, she's pretty sure she never felt like this before. And she likes it.
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Julie sees Grandma walking around the neighborhood a few nights later and brings her home. Matt doesn't say much, but basically tells her that Carlotta is gone and he's back to square one. She feels bad, but doesn't know what to do. Then it hits her. She shuts Matt's bedroom door behind her and locks it. She gently gets Matt to lie down on his bed and to cover his face with his pillow. She slowly grabs the waist band of the gym shorts he's wearing, along with his boxers, and slides them down to his knees. She takes a hold of his shaft and starts sucking and licking. She can see Matt's stomach rise and fall like he's just gone through a million wind sprints, and his hand pressing the pillow more into his face. She takes it one step further and grinds her teeth against his skin. He comes hard and fast inside of her mouth and down her throat. She's pleased at herself and wipes her mouth off on one of Matt's shirt on the floor before pulling his shorts back up. She walks over to him as he takes the pillow off his face.
"I'll come back tomorrow?" she says.
Matt just nods his head yes. Julie leaves.
The next few weeks are much of the same. Julie comes over, they fuck each others brains out, she leaves. They don't hang out afterwards, don't talk in school, don't see anyone else.
It's better this way.
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A few weeks later, Julie found herself once again knocking softly against the screen door of Matt's house. Matt appeared almost instantly, as usual. They didn't need to exchange pleasantries. They both knew the routine from top to bottom.
She walked inside and put her coat and bag on the couch. Same spot as always, as Matt walked into the bathroom. In Matt's room, she put her shoes near the door, before taking her jeans and shirt off. Nicely folding and laying them on Matt's desk.
Julie slowly sat on Matt's bed, and curled her knees up to her chest. For some strange reason today was different for her. She didn't take off her bra and pinch at her nipples to get herself going like she usually did, while Matt jerked off for a little, while he was in the bathroom. She didn't take her panties off either, but rather sat on the bed and waited for everything else to happen.
When Matt returned from the bathroom to his room, without any clothes on, Julie spent a few seconds just staring at him. Visions of the past began to flood her brain. The way he used to touch her, or kiss her or just be there next to her. She began to picture where they would be right now if everything had gone differently. If they were still a couple. If Swede or Carlotta or anyone else didn't get in the way. And when he sat on the bed and threw the sheets on top of them, running his hands along her neck, she came to the not-so-sudden realization. She wanted things back the way they were. Now more than ever. Even through the sex, Matt was still nice to her, she treated her good, but she didn't want it this way. And as Matt began to unhook her bra and suck her nipple, Julie began to freak.
"Matt…" she said, with a concerned voice. But Matt took it differently and began biting her nipple with force, moving and pressing his other hand down along her thigh.
"No… Matt… STOP…" she screamed, pushing him off of her and towards the other side of the bed.
He rolled onto his back, on the pillow besides her, and ran his hands over his face.
"What??" He snapped, looking Julie in the eyes. She didn't say anything back for a few moments. But sooner or later she had to break the silence.
"I think we should… talk."
A laugh escaped the back of his throat. He propped his elbows against the bed and sat up.
"Fine. Talk." He really wasn't in the mood for chatting. That wasn't what she was here for.
Julie attempted to look at him again, to try and get the feeling she got when he would walk into the room, or when he would whisper a thank you after a particularly long night. And when she looked back, she felt the courage rising within her and blurted out what she had been meaning to ask for weeks but could only somehow say now.
"What is it about me that makes you just want the sex and not the relationship?"
Without missing a beat, Matt retorted.
"What about us made you want to make out with Swedish guys in white vans while I was in love with you?"
His gaze didn't falter, and his eyes never unglazed.
"That's not fair," she said, bringing her chin to her knees and wrapping the sheets tightly around her. She wishes she didn't say that.
"I agree. It's not fair. It's not fucking fair you can throw me away like some used rag after what we had," he gestured, as the anger in his voice started to swell.
"It's not fair that the only way I can allow myself to love you is when we are fucking each other," he sat up even more, as every word he said (well, screamed really) made Julie feel smaller and smaller.
"And it's not fucking fair that even after everything that has happened, YOU never leave MY head! So, you're right Julie, NONE of this is fair!!"
Matt lay back down on the bed with a force, which made the mattress springs bounce slightly. Yet, again, all Julie could do was stare at Matt's obvious aggravation.
Slowly, she slid closer to him on the bed, although he didn't really notice. And while she processed what he had just said, the fact that he still loved her echoed through her otherwise numb and naked body.
She ran one finger gently along his arm, getting enough of his attention to actually look at her. And when he did, his eyes slowly let emotion seep though.
Julie slid down so her head was slightly resting against Matt's shoulder. Matt didn't flinch or say anything to get her to move, so she didn't. She wanted to kiss him like she used to, but so much needed to be said before anything else happened.
"You…. still love me?" she asked, quietly and slowly, like it was their secret, and no one else was allowed to know.
Matt slid his thumb along Julie's cheek as his legs entwined with hers, even though Matt's boner was pressing against her inner thigh (she tried to ignore that part as much as possible). He brought his lips as close to hers as possible, without actually touching them, and closed his eyes as their foreheads rubbed against each other. These were the moments he had been missing. That they have both been missing. And exactly the ones they needed.
"No matter what happens. Remember?"
Julie succumbed to the urge of wanting him, and leaned forward, kissing him with the passion and need she had been longing for. Although surprised by the urgent gesture, he returned the kisses she had to offer.
Matt turned his body so that he was lying on top of Julie, and ran his hands along every inch of her bare skin. He slid his upper body below the covers and kissed Julie in places she didn't know existed or could fill with some kind of sick sense of pleasure. The sensation was also new to Matt and filled him with a sweet appreciation of someone who loves him. The taste of it was memorizing. Her fingernails gripped the muscle along Matt's back as he slid her panties off and stuck two fingers inside of her, before removing and replacing them with his tongue.
Her toe-curling shouts only made him want her more, and were only partially satisfied by the hand jobs she returned to him. He couldn't take it any longer and quickly grabbed a condom from the closet and before long, they were together again, their bodies meeting and separating at the exact same time. He didn't take his eyes off her face. Their movements, although filled with vigor, were gentle, and left them both heaving for more air. And although it wasn't tequila induced, their first time, or even their best time, it was the only time they could ever say mattered.