"Christ, I still can't believe I agreed to this bullshit." Christian stood at the sink in the scrub alcove, which over-looked the operating room at McNamara/Troy, scrubbing furiously at his hands on up to his forearms. This was bullshit. Complete and utter bullshit. He shouldn't be here. He shouldn't have to deal with this shit today, but unfortunetly, the moment he'd stepped into the office, Sean broke the news to him that the asshole, Frank Gellar, had arrived and was being prepped for his surgery. "I haven't felt this powerless since that God damn heroine incident with Escobar."
Sean cringed before looking intently across the sink at his partner, "look Christian, I offered to perform Mr. Gellar's rhinoplasty, but as we both know, the face lift is a two man job. You don't have much of a choice. I went and asked Quentin Costa to fly in at the last minute to help with the procedure, but he's out of the country on personal business."
His brows furrowed inquisitively. "Quentin Costa? Why would you even think of calling in another surgeon to fix this asshole's face, which, need I remind you is a face that I went and mangled. This is my problem Sean, not Quentin's. I should be the one to fix it." He scoffed, shaking his head and focusing his attention back on his task at hand.
Sean continued scrubbing his hands and forearms, a weary sigh escaping him. "I was only doing what I felt was best for the patient. After yesterday, I didn't want to take the chance that you'd deliberately mess up the procedure just to get out any left-over aggression you still had."
He exhaled sharply, narrowing his eyes incriminatingly at Sean. "Do you really think I'd do that? My ass is already on the line here, not to mention my daughter's." He gestured towards the window on the left side of the room, where the operating room laid. Frank Gellar was lying on the table, covered by blue sterile drapes, intubated by mouth, and appeared to be already in a deep slumber. "If I screw up that prick's procedure in any way, I'll be in even deeper shit than I already am."
"Have you told Amy about any of this?"
He sighed softly, stealing a glance up at him. "She already knows. I didn't exactly tell her we were operating on him today, but I explained the situation to her. She thinks it's as much bullshit as I do, and frankly, I'm not surprised." He scoffed, his eyes shifting in the direction of the operating room, "shit, i'd rather be dealing with psychotic Columbian drug Lords than be giving this asshole a new face."
Sean scowled. "This man isn't holding a gun to your head, Christian. It's not quite the same situation."
"No, it's not, but he might as well be dangling my daughter's trust right in front of my God damn face." He swallowed the lump in his throat, looking woefully down at his hands as he fought to gain control of his emotion. "She's put all of her trust in me, Sean. I can't lose that on account of this asshole. I've come too far to lose everything. I won't let him put her through anymore hell than he already has. I can't allow that to happen God damn it." Tears stung his eyes but he held them back. He pushed his sorrow down as his blood boiled hot with fury. He wanted to hit something, but at the same time, he wanted to break down into tears. The thought of losing Amy left a hollowness in his heart. He hesitated before going back to scrubbing his arms, as furiously as before.
"You won't lose her, Christian. We're going to do whatever it takes to make sure that doesn't happen. We're going to give Mr. Gellar his surgery, and hope that once we give him what he wants, he'll have enough common sense to move on."
Christian rolled his eyes before lifting his chin and looking over at Sean. "That's just it, he won't move on. Not until he has what he wants, and he wants her. She, on the other hand, doesn't want a damn thing to do with him anymore, and for that, I don't blame her. He just can't seem to get that through his God damn head, no matter how many times either of us tell him. Which, incase you were wonder was the reason why I mangled his face to begin with. I'm not going to sit back and let him control us, I have to take action. I have to do something."
Sean paused in his scrubbing and fell quiet for a moment. A weary sigh escaped him before he brought his eyes up to meet with his partner's, "look Christian, this might be a bit of a longshot, but maybe you should consider talking to her adoptive mother. Maybe, if she understood the severity of the situation, she might be willing to lend a hand."
His forehead wrinkled inquisitively. "Lend a hand? Why the hell would you think she'd do that? She hardly took it lightly when I explained to her who I was. Getting her involved in any of this could potentially make things worse. She was married to this bastard, she doesn't know a damn thing about me. I hardly think she's going to believe my story over his."
"You mentioned that her parents were divorced. The way I look at it, if her mother suffered his abuse in the past as she did, it might be a nice transition if she witnessed just how much you loved and cared for Amy. Why don't you invite the two of them over for dinner sometime? It would give you the chance to get to know her mother a little better."
He leaned against the sink before him, exhaling sharply. He shook his head, "it's a hell of a longshot Sean. Even if her mother agreed to it, I'm going to have a harder time convincing my own daughter to join us. The two could barely get along before I came into the equation, but now that her mother knows I'm her biological father, it might as well be considered water torture."
Sean stuck his arms beneath the faucet, letting the water run down his forearms and over both his hands. He shook them off before raising both his arms up at shoulder-length. "It might be a longshot, but it could wind up being the only shot you have left." He turned on his heels and started backwards towards the door.
Christian watched his partner exit the scrub alcove, his words echoing back at him in his head even as he finished rinsing off his hands and followed him out of the area, entering the large operating room. Liz was stationed in her usual spot, at the head of the operating table, but looked up upon their entry. He stole a glance over at the man that laid on the table before them, subconsciously shooting daggers his way. As tempted as he was to walk out on this whole surgery, he knew he couldn't. If he was going to get through this, the only way he would be able to keep his cool was to consistently remind himself of one thing. He wasn't doing this procedure for the blackmailing bastard before him, but for the fate of his daughter. She was the only thought in his head at the moment.
After he and Sean were gowned, gloved, and masked, they took their respective places on either sides of the operating table. Christian's vengeful eyes fixated on the slumbering man. He didn't know him as well as his own daughter or her mother did, but he had a feeling that if he were awake, he'd probably mouth off some smart ass remark just to rile him up. If he wasn't so worried about the repercussions of his actions, he might have even considered doing to Frank what they'd done to get rid of Escobar, but Sean was right. It was an entirely different situation.
Sean exchanged a look with Christian before turning to look at Liz. "How's the patient Liz?"
Liz scrutinized the monitors beside her. "Deeply in twilight and his vitals are strong. He's ready whenever you are."
Sean nodded his head in regard. "Hit it."
Liz turned away from the two men, waving her hand in front of the stereo system, that sat on the shelf along the back wall of the room. The glass doors slipped open long enough for her to press the play button, and a few seconds later, the Gotan Project's tune, "Lunático," filled the large room. Dropping down onto the stool at the head of the table, she looked over at Christian, her forehead furrowing considerably. She turned her head, looking intently at Sean, "are you sure you want Christian operating today? From where I'm standing, he looks ready to stun gun someone."
Christian exchanged a look with Sean before sending an icy cold glare in Liz's direction. "Keep talking like that, and I just might. Who the hell are you to decide when I can and can't operate?" He fixed his cold eyes back on the patient that laid before him, holding out a gloved hand towards Sean, "let's get this bullshit over with so I can get the hell out of here. Scalpel."
She blinked at his choice of words. "Why's the hurry? Have you got some prime choice one-night-stand waiting for your departure?"
"No, as much of a shock as it might come to you, I don't. I'd just like to get this abusive asshole off the table so he can be on his way, and get the hell out of the lives of both me and my God damn daughter. Is that too much to ask?" He scoffed, his gaze settling back on a disgruntled looking Sean, "scalpel."
Her brows furrowed in bewilderment. Her eyes shifted towards Sean, staring expectantly at him. Sean looked from Liz to Christian, but didn't bother handing the instrument over to his partner. He looked across the table, meeting eyes with Christian. For a long moment, all the two men did was stare back at one another, almost as if they were trying to psych the other out.
"What the hell are you waiting for? Give me the scalpel Sean." Whatever the hell he was waiting for, he wasn't in the mood for it.
"Am I entitled to an explaination or are you two at odds with each other yet again?" When neither of them answered her question, she continued. "When is this going to end? When one of you goes to prison or when your seperation dismantles this business?"
Sean turned his head and looked over at Liz, speaking up at long last. "There isn't any animosity between us, Liz. At least not at present."
Christian could feel his blood boiling once again, and his patience was wearing thin. He leaned over, speaking through his already clenched teeth. "There will be if you don't hand over the God damn scalpel in the next five seconds. I don't have time for this Sean! I want to get this bullshit over with once and for all. Now stop screwing around and give it to me."
Sean exchanged a look with Liz before turning to the tray of instruments beside him, and picking up the scalpel. He turned back, staring blankly at Christian but with a hint of determination in his eyes. He stole a glance down at Christian's hand, which he still held out, awaiting for the instrument to be set in it. "Liz is right. You shouldn't be operating under these conditions. If we're doing this together, I'll be doing the majority of the work, you can assist."
His brows furrowed incriminatingly at his partner. He exchanged a look with Liz, who had a somewhat challenging look her eyes. A scoff escaped him as he rolled his eyes. Part of him was irritated by how dismissive Sean was to him, but he didn't think too much of it as he normally might have. To be honest, he didn't really care. Frank Gellar didn't mean shit to him. However, if the patient before him were his daughter, well that would be another story. Part of him was actually relieved that Sean had volunteered to do most of the work. If he were on the outside looking in, he wouldn't trust himself with a scapel aimed at this guy's head right now either.
As Sean began Frank's rhinoplasty, Christian suddenly found himself thinking back to what his best friend had told him moments ago in the scrub alcove. He was right. If this surgery didn't keep this bastard away from he and Amy, he might not be left with many options. Amy's adoptive mother could potentially wind up being their only hope.
Courtney's arms tightened around Matt's neck as she wrapped both of her legs around his waist. Her lips were pressed against his, kissing him passionately. Heavy metal music pumped out of the speakers on the stereo across the room. Both of Courtney's hands traveled down the curve of his back, sucking slightly on his bottom lip. This was perfect. Just the way it should be. He wasn't pressuring her into having sex with him again, and better yet, there hadn't been any interruptions whatsoever since she'd arrived at his house. No interruptions at all.
Matt's hands traveled down over the heated flesh of her backside, and over the clasp of her red and black lace bra. Their half-naked bodies were tangled up beneath the covers on his bed. The minute they had stepped inside his room, Courtney had taken the liberty of shedding her red, low-cut tank top as well as her dark denim hip-hugger jeans. Matt had stripped down to his boxer shorts, and the two had crawled beneath the covers to get a little more "comfortable." His opposite hand came up to the nape of her neck, his fingers then proceeding to slip through the dark and silky strands of hair on her head.
She opened her mouth wider, deepening the kiss and allowing her tongue to slide into his mouth, massaging his tongue with hers. Her hands began to travel down over his shoulders, down either sides of his body and stopping just above the waistband of his boxer shorts. She smiled against his lips when she felt his errection rubbing against the inside of her thigh. She brought her hand down, placing it over his penis and beginning to rub it through the fabric of his boxers. A pleasurable moan escaped Matt's throat, his body beginning to tremble against hers. She slowly pulled away, looking down at him with an evil grin. "You like that?" She rubbed his shaft a little deeper, her fingers traveling up and down it.
He sucked in a shallow breath, continuing to tremble. Placing his hand to the curve of her neck, he urged her nearer, pressing his lips to hers once again in a passionate kiss. As she willingly responded to his kiss, his hands made their way down her back, only this time, he found the clasp of her bra and struggled to undo it. It took him a moment before the flimsy garment was off and he tossed it to the ground. Dipping his chin, he began kissing the skin around her collarbone, his hands moving down to her lower back. He lifted his chin and looked up at her, "I wanna make love to you."
She froze at his choice of words, not knowing exactly what to say or do next. He leaned forward, beginning to kiss along the curve of her neck and around her collarbone. Her eyes fell shut, a soft sigh escaping her. God, his kisses felt so good against her heated and clammy skin. "Oh Matt..." She moaned softly, feeling his fingertips sliding up and down her backside in a loving caress. "Let's not rush it. I want a little more foreplay," she went on and slipped her hand beneath the waistband of his boxers, taking his errection in her hand and beginning to rub it once again, "don't you baby?"
Matt's jaw went slack, exuding a more audible moan, feeling her hand against his penis. He shut his eyes, arching his chin towards the ceiling, his breathing becoming heavy. "Oh, my God." He opened his eyes, gazing up at her. A smirk crossed her face as she got into position, straddling his waist and beginning to move her hips against the lower half of his body. The fabric of her thong rubbed against the head of his errection, teasing him, but at the same time, keeping her hand right where it was and continuing the hand-job she was giving him.
She noticed the sweat that lined his forehead and sensed that he was on the brink of his climax. If this could continue without interruption, she might just make this an evening both of them would remember. Then, just when she expected Matt to come, the door to his room opened, and a familiar but older looking blonde lady waltzed in.
"Matt?" The woman's eyes widened in astonishment when she saw the scene before her. "Oh my God! Not this again!" She brought one of her hands up to her head, instantly averting her eyes to something else.
Damn, I spoke too soon. Courtney gasped, stealing a glance over her shoulder at the dumbfounded blonde. Almost instinctively did she roll off of Matt, quickly bringing the sheet up to cover her bare breasts. Her eyes shifted towards him, a bewildered expression crossing her face.
"Holy shit! Mom!" His eyes darted from Courtney to his mother, as astonished with her presence as she was by the scene. "What the hell are you doing here?" He demanded.
His mother stomped across the room to his stereo and immediately shut it off. She whirled back around to face the two of them. "I should be asking you the same thing. You told me you were staying late at the library to study, which, I can see now was a lie. When is this going to end with you Matt?"
Courtney exchanged a look with Matt, who simply rolled his eyes at his mother's words. Why hadn't she seen this coming? His parents were bound to come home sooner or later, but why did it have to be now? Just when things were getting hot and heavy. Propping her elbow up on the pillow beneath her, she leaned her head on her hand and sighed deeply. As much as she didn't want to, she found herself uttering the words, "I should probably go," she whispered, beginning to sit up, but his voice stopped her.
"Wait! Don't go." He stole a glance over at his mother and then brought his eyes back to hers. He lowered his voice to a tone that only she would hear. "Look, let me talk to her, all right?"
Courtney wasn't sure if his mother was the only one who'd arrived home, but if she was, maybe it would be better if Matt talked to her, just to clear the air so they could get back to business. So to speak. She sighed irritably but nodded her head. "All right." She watched him as he pulled back the covers and slipped out of bed. He approached his mother, stole a glance over at her, and then slipped out of his room.
She shook her head in disbelief, collapsing down in bed and lying flat on her back. She stared up at the ceiling, hoping that this would be the one and only interruption.
"Who is that girl? Do you even know her?" Julia McNamara demanded, standing before her son, her arms crossed firmly over her chest.
Matt exhaled sharply. "Of course I know her, mom. You think I would have even invited her over if I didn't? Look, I don't know what your problem is. I've had girls over before. I thought you'd be used to this by now." He didn't know why his parents had to make such a big deal out of everything he did. It wasn't as if he was dating a woman ten years older than him or having another threesome. "Oh, and there's a little something, it's called privacy. I think I should be entitled to it by now. What I do in my room is my business."
Julia's eyes narrowed slightly. "Privacy is earned Matt. It may be your room, but this is still my house. What my son is doing in his bedroom while I'm away is my business. Were you even using protection?"
He sighed wearily. "Of course we were using protection. I'm not stupid enough to make the same mistake twice." He stole a glance down the hallway, half-expecting to see his father pop in from the kitchen. Having not taken notice of the time, he wasn't sure if he was even out of work yet. The last thing he wanted to deal with at the moment were too disgruntled parents, but considering his father already knew Courtney, it probably wouldn't be that much of a problem. "I take it dad didn't give you the head's up. He already knows I'm seeing Courtney, but if he were here, he wouldn't have just barged in on the two of us. Did you even think about knocking first?"
"Maybe I would have knocked had I known she was coming over, and no, your father didn't mention anything about it to me. He's been working more than usual lately. I can't exactly make any guarantees that he'll be home in time for dinner."
He shook his head in disbelief. "Well that's nothin' new. It doesn't seem like anyone has much time for me anymore, do they?" He turned his head away with a roll of his eyes. Sort of like that man that he thought was his uncle and his friend. What was his name again? Oh yeah, Christian.
Julia's brows furrowed inquisitively. "That's not true. Why would you think that?"
"You know what? Forget it. I've got more important things to worry about." He pivoted on his heels, stealing a glance over his shoulder at her. "Would you mind giving us some privacy?" He didn't quite care what else she had to say, but instead of waiting for her to reply, he simply disappeared back into his room, determined to get back to Courtney before she walked out on him completely. If they didn't have sex tonight, it might end up being weeks before they did. Shit, where the hell was Christian when he needed another man-to-man talk?
He sighed irritably, looking over at a somewhat impatient Courtney. Hypocritical asshole. That's exactly what Christian was.
Courtney stole a glance at the clock on the wall, a weary sigh escaping her. It was nearing seven o' clock, and she was growing impatient just lying around doing nothing. The minutes were ticking by and if she was forced to wait any longer, she didn't see what the point was in even staying here. Upon hearing the door open, she sat up on her elbows, looking expectantly over at Matt. "Well?"
"Don't worry, I took care of it." He crossed the room towards his stereo, turning it back on, heavy metal music booming out of the speakers. He lowered the volume a few notches, enough so that they could still hear each other. Whirling around on his heels, he approached the opposite side of his bed, slipping once again beneath the covers, and settling down beside her.
She nodded her head, settling back down and curling up against him. "Good, now where were we?" A smirk crossed her face, her gaze fixating on his lips.
A smile played at the corners of his mouth. He brought one of his hands up, placing it on her arm as he leaned in and covered her lips with his in a passionate kiss. She opened her mouth wider, deepening the kiss. One of her hands slipped beneath the covers, sliding over the warm flesh of his hip and along his lower back. Her fingers slipped beneath the waistband of his boxers, grasping one of his butt cheeks in her hand, to which he moaned passionately. She smiled against his lips, knowing that if that didn't arrouse him, she had other tricks up her sleeve. He broke the contact on her lips and began kissing the curve of her neck, sucking on it. Her eyes fell closed, a soft moan escaping her lips.
The hand that was on his butt slid over his thigh, and around to his crotch where her fingers closed around the head of his penis, stroking it lightly at first, and then began to rub it deeply, in much the same way she had before. He moaned more audibly against the skin of her neck, his jaw going slack for a minute as he began to tremble against her. She sighed softly, sweat breaking out at her temples as she felt his warm breath upon her neck. His lips found hers once again. The hand that was on her arm came up to cup her cheek as he lifted his body off of the mattress, positioning himself on top of her, but never breaking the contact he had on her lips. She slipped her hand out from its place beneath his boxers, and wrapped both of her arms around his neck, her fingertips sliding along his backside in a tender caress.
He dipped his chin, beginning to kiss along the curve of her neck once again, leaving a trail of kisses all the way down to her belly button. She shut her eyes, moaning softly and lifting her chin towards the ceiling. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, loving the feeling of his lips upon her skin. She slipped her fingers through his hair, tugging on it lightly. This was nice, and already, the thought of his mother having interrupted was nothing more than a distant memory. Okay, so maybe Matt was still a little rusty in the intimacy department, but he was learning. Slowly but surely, he was learning. Besides, she'd rather let him give her pleasure than the other way around.
"Mm, that feels good. Keep going baby," she cooed. Okay, so maybe some tongue would be nice. A little licking, a little sucking. Boy, was he rusty. She felt his fingers slip beneath the waistband on her thong, slipping it off. Her eyes came open, looking down the length of her body at him. Her brows stitched together in consideration. "Matt...baby..." She placed her hands on either sides of his head, lifting his chin until their eyes met. He stared back at her, his brows furrowed inquisitively. "Let's not rush into this again, okay?" She murmured, leaning in and covering his lips with hers.
He blinked at her words. "Rush into what? Sex?"
She nodded her head. "Yeah. Look, I know that we haven't done it in a while, but I really like kissing you. I like...this. I like what we're doing now. It's perfect." Almost. "We don't have to have sex every single time we're together."
He turned his head away, a frustrated sigh escaping him. He rolled over onto his side, settling down beside her, and turning his body in her direction. Propping one of his elbows on the pillow beneath him, he stared intently down at her. "All right, what the hell is going on?"
She gave him a look of bewilderment. "What do you mean?"
"Look, you know I'm not trying to pressure you into having sex, but everytime I get close to you, I feel you pull away. Is there something about me that turns you off? Because if there is, just tell me already so we can get it out of the way."
Shit. She knew this was bound to happen. Everything was going so well, up until now. If only she wouldn't have said anything, this wouldn't be happening. She scowled. "No, are you crazy? How could you think that?" She leaned in, placing her hand against the nape of his neck and kissing him softly. Leaning her forehead against his, she sighed softly and shut her eyes. "I love you Matt, and I want to be with you, but sometimes...it's nice to just be close like this, you know?" She kissed his lips once again for good measure, nibbling on his bottom lip as she did so.
Matt was hesitant but kissed her back. She turned her head and began kissing the curve of his neck, sucking on it in an attempt to give him a hickey. "My mom isn't going to barge in on us again, if that's what you're worried about. I told you, I took care of it already."
She pulled back, looking him square in the eyes. "Yeah, but can we guarantee that your dad won't?" He opened his mouth to reply, but she cut him off before he could get one word in. She took his hand in hers, intertwining her fingers with his. "It would be more special if we had absolute and total privacy, don't you think? The way we do at my place..." She placed another kiss to the curve of his neck, his shoulder, and then his collarbone, murmuring against his skin, "when my dad isn't home. Remember last time?"
"Yeah, the candles were uh...a nice touch, but my dad's already--"
Once again, she cut him off from going any further, wrapping both of her arms around his neck and pressing her lips to his in a passionate kiss. He willingly responded to her kiss, his own arms enveloping her waist and bringing her closer to him. Her bare breasts pressed against the warm and smooth flesh of his chest. Bringing one of her hands down, she slipped her arm beneath the covers, rubbing deeply and tugging lightly on the head of his penis. A passionate moan escaped him, as he once again began to tremble. "You want to know how you can make me happy, Matt?" She whispered against his lips.
He shut his eyes as he took in a shaky breath. "H-how?" He breathed.
She wrapped one of her legs around his waist, the heel of her foot rubbing up and down against his butt. A smirk crossed her face, pressing her forehead against his, "you were close just a few minutes ago. Go down on me Matt." She pressed another kiss to his lips. "Make me come." She rubbed his penis a little harder.
He took in a shallow breath, his whole body trembling beneath her touch. His hands slid up her back, kissing her passionately just before he positioned himself on top of her again. Her leg slipped from around him, as did her hand from his penis. She gazed up into his eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, hoping he would make this worth her while. He leaned in to kiss her lips once again. She spread her legs, giving him easier access to her vagina, and watched him as he slid down the length of her body and disappeared beneath the covers. She leaned her head back, her chin arching towards the ceiling.
She inhaled sharply when she felt his tongue slide across her clit, a soft moan escaping her lips as her eyes fell closed. "Oh Matt..." His tongue slid up and down her opening, causing her body to tremble and the muscles below her torso to constrict.
"Matt?" A familiar but slightly muffled voice sounded, an audible knock at the door following.
At first she thought it was entirely in her head, but then the voice came again, louder and more intent than before.
"Matt!"
"Shit!" Matt's own muffled voice came from beneath the covers.
She opened her eyes, no longer feeling his tongue against her. An irritable sigh escaped her, suddenly realizing that there was in fact someone at his door. Just as Matt began to crawl up the length of her body, her eyes darted towards the door as it immediately came open, and none other than his father, Sean, waltzed inside. Not again. Her brows stitched together incriminatingly, quickly pulling the sheet up to cover her breasts as Matt appeared on the opposite side of her, his hair in a disarray.
Sean's eyes widened in surprise at the scene before him, much in the same way his mother's had when she'd caught them. He opened his mouth to say something, but it didn't look as if anything was coming to him.
Matt sighed wearily, running his fingers through his hair. He exchanged a look with Courtney before fixing his eyes back on his father. She could sense that he was just as annoyed by the interruption as she was. "What?" He asked, the vexation clear in his voice. He stole a glance at the clock on the wall, "what are you doing here? Weren't you supposed to be working late tonight?"
Sean looked from Matt to Courtney then back to Matt. "I am, but I thought I'd come home and share a meal with my family for a change. I'm headed back into the office after dinner, which is why I came in here to tell you, dinner's ready." His face flushed in embarassment, stealing a glance over at Courtney, "I'm sorry, Matt's mother told me you were here. It's good to see you again...Courtney, wasn't it?"
She exchanged another look with Matt before nodding her head at Sean. "Yeah." She forced a friendly smile.
Matt looked from Courtney to his father. "I'll be there in a few minutes."
Sean nodded his head in regard, looking back at Courtney. "You're welcome to join us if you like. Matt's friends are always welcome, and neither Julia nor I would mind you staying."
She stole a glance at Matt for his approval, to which he gave her a tight and somewhat sheepish smile. Not knowing what exactly he was conveying in that smile, she rested her eyes back on Sean. "Um, thank you, but I don't think I'll be staying very much longer." She could see Matt giving her a somewhat questioning look out of the corner of her eye, but hoped that maybe it was just her imagination.
"Oh, all right. Well, the offer is on the table." He turned and left the room, shutting the door behind him on his way out.
Matt sighed wearily, turning his head back to Courtney, that same questioning look remaining on his face. "What did you mean you won't be staying much longer? Are you leaving already?"
She sighed softly, shrugging her shoulders. "I don't know." Cupping his cheek in her hand, she leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to his lips. "Can't you just pick up from where you left off? You've got a few minutes, right?" She pressed a kiss to the curve of his neck, murmuring into his ear, "it would make me so happy."
He didn't bother giving her a reply so she continued, in a more intent tone of voice.
"Please Matt? For me?" Placing her hand over his crotch, she began to rub his growing errection. Oh yeah, she knew his weak spot.
His jaw went slack, gazing deeply into her eyes. He stole a glance over at the door and then brought his gaze back to her, nodding lightly. "Okay." He placed a kiss to her cheek before slipping beneath the covers to take his position.
She smiled wryly, shutting her eyes and relaxing against the comfy mattress beneath her. Her back arched slightly off of the mattress upon feeling his tongue against her opening. She trembled as she felt it glide up and down her clit, beads of sweat breaking out at her temples. Her heart picked up speed in her chest as she felt his tongue begin to encircle her vagina. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breathing becoming shallow. "Oh Matt..." She murmured, the muscles in her legs tightening as she moaned his name.
Her body temperature blazed hotter and hotter as his tongue continued to do it's work. She dug her fingernails into the fabric of the comforter, a passionate moan escaping her. Beads of sweat trickled down either sides of her face. Her heart pounded madly against her chest and her mouth went dry. Maybe Matt McNamara wasn't so rusty in the intimacy department after all. Where he had suddenly learned these new tricks was beyond her, but she wasn't complaining. Far from it actually. She could already feel her climax rising to the surface, and all she could do was lie there moaning for more.
A smile curled her lips, the hardcore heavy metal music still pumping as rapidly as her heart was. She dug her fingernails deeper into the comforter. Her chest arched towards the ceiling as her thighs pressed against the mop of hair on either sides of Matt's head. With each passing second, her climax was nearing closer and closer.
"Matt?"
There it was again, the same audible and familiar voice she had heard moments ago. No, it couldn't be. It was just her imagination, that's all it was, right? Suddenly, at the point when she was ready to let go, the door to Matt's room opened and his father peeked his head in.
"Matt! Are you come--?" Sean's voice stopped short. His jaw went slack.
Almost immediately did Courtney feel Matt's tongue cease it's action once his father called out to him a second time. "Holy shit," Matt's muffled and slightly irritable voice sounded.
She inhaled sharply, her eyes snapping open and darting towards the door where an astonished Sean stood. An irritable sigh escaped her. So close and yet so far away. This was getting ridiculous! How the hell was a girl supposed to get an orgasm this way? She closed her legs once she noticed Matt crawling up the length of the bed. Holding the sheet against her chest, she pushed herself up to a seated position, and tried as she might to catch her breath. One of her hands came up to brush aside the strands of hair, which had matted themselves to her sweaty forehead.
"I-I'm sorry." Sean stammered, seeming to struggle in formulating a sentence. "I didn't...I'm sorry. Matt?" His eyes roamed around the room, almost as if he expected Matt to pop out of nowhere with some answers.
Matt appeared from beneath the covers, running his fingers through his hair and exuding a deep sigh. "Shit." He pushed himself up to a seated position, exchanging a look with her before fixing his eyes on his father in a glare. "Dad, I'm kind of in the middle of something right now, all right?"
Sean's brows arched expectantly. "So I see." The man planted his hands firmly on his hips. "Are you coming to dinner? I already told you I have to get back to the office so if you don't mind--"
"I'll be there!" Matt cut in. "Okay? I'll be there. Just...give me another minute."
Both Matt and his father held each other's gaze for a brief moment. She actually thought that a fight was about to break out between them, if only for a few seconds. Then, Sean sighed wearily, turned on his heels and left the room. Matt turned his head to look back at Courtney, "I'm really sorry." He scowled, shaking his head in disbelief. "Maybe we should have done this at your place."
She turned her head away so he wouldn't catch her rolling her eyes. "Yeah, we probably should have."
He leaned in and kissed the curve of her neck. "I promise, I'll make it up to you."
That was just it. Could he make it up to her? Could he really and truly make it up to her, just the way she wanted it? She exhaled sharply, tossing the covers off of her body and leaning forward, beginning to search for her thong, which she imagined was probably wrapped up in the sheets by now. "I should get going." She stole a glance over her shoulder at him, "you know? Let you eat dinner."
He leaned against the headboard on his bed, sighing a frustrated sigh. "Yeah."
Once she found her thong, she pushed herself to her feet and stepped into it, pulling it back on. She rounded the bed to the opposite side and found her bra. Scooping it up off the floor, she proceeded to slip it back on, struggling with the clasp in the back. She stole a glance over at a dejected looking Matt, "can you help me with this Matt?"
He hesitated but rose to his feet, shuffling across the room towards her. "Yeah, sure." She stood still as he clasped her bra in its rightful place. "You know, you don't have to go just yet. You can stay...and have dinner with us. Then, maybe after that, we can pick up from where we left off. You heard my dad, he's going back to work, and my mom won't think twice about barging in on us again."
Her heart constricted in her chest. She sighed woefully as she turned back around to face him. Placing both of her hands on his shoulders, she gazed into his eyes. "As tempting as that sounds, I think we should wait. I want it to be special again. Like it was before." She pressed a kiss to his lips, knowing he probably needed a bit more reassurance or he'd never let the subject go. "Next time, we do it at my place. I'll find out when my dad won't be home."
Matt's arms enveloped her trim waist, urging her closer and lightly nodding his head. "Okay." He managed to give her a small smile and press a tender kiss to her lips.
"Matt! If you don't come to dinner in the next two minutes, we're starting without you!" His mother shouted from the opposite side of the closed door.
Courtney sighed irritably at the voice while Matt rolled his eyes. "There's my exit."
"I'm coming!" Matt cried out, his voice ringing in her ears. He brought his eyes back to Courtney's face with a scowl. "I guess you should finish getting dressed."
She nodded her head. "Yeah." Turning away from him, she gathered up the rest of her clothes and did just that. She stole a glance over at him as she pulled on her jeans. "I'll see you before I go though." He nodded his head in regard before stepping around her and slipping out of the room.
As she continued getting dressed, Courtney couldn't help but shake her head in disbelief. She'd come to his house that night looking forward to being intimate with him, without interruptions, and perhaps get some pleasure out of it, and what had happened? It had blown up in her face. It had been a waste of time to even come over, but she wanted to make Matt happy. She wanted to show him that she still loved him.
However, day by day, and little by little, she was seeing more and more signs that this relationship was heading nowhere. It was disappointing, yes, but there were still a few things she loved in Matt. She loved his kisses, his touch and his personality, but she was missing out on one big thing...sex. The kind of sex that could make the earth move. The kind of sex that could cause her to climax more than once in an hour's time. Sure, they were young and they had their whole lives ahead of them, but Courtney's patience was wearing thin. Matt could surely ease her mind and make her feel loved, but that wasn't enough. She wanted more. She needed more.
Damn, if Matt McNamara couldn't feed her sexual needs...then who the hell would?