American Fighter (2 page)

Chapter Four

Mary was feeling the effects of two glasses of wine and she was more enamored with Matt the more he spoke. He had an adorable drawl that sounded so foreign to her ears, and he was animated whenever he talked about the rodeo scene. He told her all about bull riding, the barrel races, and much more. Whenever he looked at her, his eyes were either smoldering or he was smiling at her as if they were sharing a secret. Mary wanted so badly for the night to never end, and when their dinner was over, she tried not to sound sad.

“Why are you so glum?” Matt finally asked her as they got into his truck and he started the engine. It roared to life with vigor and Mary tried to hide her sadness behind a smile.

“Because it’s already over, our date,” she clarified. Matt reached his hand across the seat and patted her thigh as if he wanted to touch her.

“It doesn’t have to be,” he suggested as his hand gripped her flesh. Mary’s body responded accordingly and she felt heat racing to the spot where he’d touched her. Yet she had reservations of his intentions as he removed his hand to drive.

“What do you mean?” She needed to hear him say what she thought he meant, or else she might make a fool of herself.

“I mean, America Wade Mary, that I’d love it very much if you were to invite me into your home for a nightcap,” he told her up front. Shock reverberated through her as she let his words sink in, and then fear clouded her judgment as she looked directly out the windshield. Matt slowed his driving and came to a stop at a red light. He looked over at her stricken face and immediately felt bad about what he’d said. “I didn’t mean to be forward, Mary. I’m sorry,” he reached over to touch her again and thought better of it.

“No, I’m sorry. I’ve just never had a man like you want a woman like me for some other reason than just to
be
with me,” she confessed quietly as she tried to hold back tears. “Most of them are weird or they just want a piece before they go back home to their wives or girlfriends. Not that I let them,” she exclaimed with horror. “It’s just that those are the types of guys I’ve attracted.”

“Then maybe you were looking at the wrong places,” Matt soothed her as he started driving again. Mary didn’t flinch when he put his hand on her thigh again and she tried to stifle the warmth that was throbbing between her legs. She wanted him so badly, but she still couldn’t believe a man like him would want a woman like her.

“Matt,” she said hesitantly as he neared her home. “If you’d like to come in, then I wouldn’t mind.”

He smiled at her as his hand crept up her thigh and rested just below her throbbing womanhood. He was still within the realm of not touching her, but she desperately wanted him to. It had been a long time since she’d felt the comfort only a man could give her, and now that she knew he was truly interested, she wanted him more than anything. Mary hoped Beatrice had gone home for the night as she stepped out of Matt’s truck and unlocked her door with a shaking hand. He took her purse from her and hung it on the coat hook.

Neither one of them spoke as he led her by the hand to her living room; although, she had to point it out to him as he’d missed the entrance. Mary giggled when he made the mistake and advanced on her quickly, taking her into his strong arms and making her feel small despite her size. His lips sought hers in the dark, and she felt a little melancholy that their first time, and maybe only time, would be with the lights off.

Then he stepped back from her and took her hand again. Matt led her over to her couch and flicked on the floor lamp. He pulled her down into his lap like he would a small woman and Mary worried she’d squash him, but he showed no signs of being uncomfortable. Their lips found each other again and his tongue danced along her lower lip as he sought entrance. Mary gave it to him willingly.

Her womanhood throbbed and she felt herself grow warm and wet as his hands explored her waist and finally one rested on her breast. He could feel her hard nipple through her dress as she hadn’t worn a bra, and she moaned when his thumb and forefinger twisted gently. “Matt,” she breathed out his name as she tried to get his attention. He stopped kissing her but kept his fingers around her nipple. “Do you have protection?” she asked him breathily and felt a blush heat her cheeks when he chuckled.

“Of course I do,” he assured her as he pulled a condom from his jeans pocket. She didn’t have time to tell him that was a bit presumptuous because he’d gone back to kissing her and nibbling at her lower lip. Matt gently settled her on the couch and hoisted her dress up to her waist.

He took his time admiring the soft curves of her body before he pulled her dress over her head and laid out her naked. Mary wanted to cover her breasts with her arms and felt a sudden urge to tell him to leave, but he hushed her with a gentle kiss to the lips as his fingers sought her nether region.

Mary cried out with passion when he pushed two fingers into her pussy and his thumb circled around her clit. She was always clean shaven and he told her he liked that with a woman. She was too distracted by his magic hands to be concerned with what he was saying until he leaned in, nibbled on her earlobe and whispered to her, “America Wade, I want to be between your legs.”

She gulped and nodded, misunderstand what he’d meant. Then she knew when he slowly slid down her body and put his face between her legs. His tongue flicked out tentatively, tasting her sex and caressing her nub with his tongue. Mary felt her body clench and she cried out with her first orgasm. Matt hadn’t even begun to suck and pull on her nub, but he made short work of getting to it. His fingers sought her pussy again and pushed in, this time three, and she felt something pushing at her anus.

“Matt,” she cried out as she tried to get his attention. He lifted his head so he could look in her eyes, but his fingers remained in place. “I’ve never done that before,” she admitted to him as she realized it was his pinky finger twirling around a bud that had never been entered.

“It’s alright, we won’t do it this time if you don’t want to,” he waited for her confirmation that she wasn’t comfortable with it, but what his pinky was doing to her was delicious. Mary wasn’t sure if she wanted more or not. “Why don’t you just tell me if I’m hurting you and we’ll go from there?” he whispered as he lowered his head between her legs again.

His pinky found purchase at her anus and slowly began to push in, one glorious centimeter at a time. Mary was worried because she’d never been a woman that experienced more than one orgasm at a time, but Matt seemed to be getting close to a second on. He had his finger all the way in with three in her vagina and his thumb circling her clit when he wiggled his pinky. The explosive orgasm sent her voice up an octave and she yelled his name as she bucked beneath him. Matt reached up to play with the hard peaks of her dark nipples while he unzipped his jeans with his free hand.

When she saw the hard length of him that had to be at least eight to nine inches long, Mary was worried she wouldn’t be able to take him. “It’s alright, I’ll be gentle,” he reassured her again as he put the head of his thick, large penis at her opening. Mary wiggled away from him instinctually, but he put a strong hand on her waist and held her in place as he slowly pushed his way into her.

“Oh, Matt,” she groaned when he was hilt deep. He waited a full minute for her tight pussy to adjust to his wide girth, and then he moved in and out at a gentle, rhythmic pace. When she whispered to him shyly that she wanted it harder, he obliged and pushed into her with precision.

When he grew taught and she could see the promise of him coming inside of her, Matt suddenly withdrew and used his large hand to agilely flip her over. Mary made a shocked noise when he parted her cheeks and she could feel the head of his slick, wet cock at the opening of her anus. “Do you want me to?” he asked her with barely controlled passion in his voice.

“Yes, oh yes,” she told him with a wavering tone. Mary had never had anyone so skilled at loving her, and she wanted him to be the one to take the final cherry she had.

Matt pushed into her about an inch before she gripped the arm of the couch in front of her and tears sprang to her eyes. He reached forward and played with one nipple while his other hand slid between her legs and pinched and pulled at her clit until she was relaxed. Then he slid his penis into her a little more until she clenched, and he made her orgasm. It was so sudden her entire body shook with the sheer pleasure, and her anus relaxed enough for Matt to slide in hilt deep.

The feeling of having him fill the void she’d never had filled before was so new and alien that it was exciting. Mary tried to relax like she had when he’d filled her pussy, but she was unable to get her muscles to oblige. Then he reached between her legs again and this time he put his finger in his pussy and stroked the sweet spot inside of her while his thumb circled her clit. Now that all of her orifices were filled below the waistline, Mary felt fuller than ever. It also helped that he was the biggest man she’d ever been with.

“Mary,” he moaned as he slid out of her and entered her anally again. “You’re going to make me come, Mary. You’re so hot, beautiful, and tight that I’m going to blow my load,” he pulled out and pushed in again with a little more force and she cried out. “Tell me when you’re going to come,” he commanded as he continued to tantalize her. Both his hands reached forward as he pulled on both her nipples at the same time, and then he went back to playing with her nub roughly.

Mary bit down on her lower lip and concentrated on the feeling of what his fingers were doing to her and how his cock felt in her ass, and then she felt it. “Oh, Matt! Matt, I’m coming!” she cried out to him and suddenly he was pushing into her with a ferocity so strong she was afraid he might tear something, but her orgasm masked any pain she might have felt.

She was lost in the undeniable pleasure he was giving her, and then he pulled out and pulled off his condom. Mary didn’t stop him when he entered her anally again. “I want you to feel my hot come in your tight ass,” he told her as he pounded her and made her come a final time. While she was crying out his name, oblivious to whether or not her neighbors could hear, Matt’s come streamed into her.

They lay panting for a long time on the couch together as the two of them tried to catch their breath. Mary finally showed him the shower and he showed her what could be done with a showerhead when a man was involved. Matt showed her that she was a woman who could come multiple times, and she felt as if she’d already fallen in love.

The next morning, Mary woke to find Matt sleeping beside her in her bed. She’d feared he’d leave sometime during the night and she’d never see him again, but her nightmare had not come true. As she watched him sleep, his face slowly twitched into a smile and his eyes glided open. Mary was lost in the depths of their swirling blue color. Then he reached over and pulled her close to him, cradling her body against his.

His fingers sought out her already stiff nipples and tweaked them gently until they were rock hard. Mary groaned as he played with her and teased her until she was warm and wet. His hand slid down her naked body and found her clit already swollen and throbbing. Mary could feel his erection behind her and desperately wanted to feel his cock slide into her while he gently rubbed her nub.

“America Wade, will you see me again?” he asked behind her, startling her with his question. Mary let out a shaky sigh.

“Of course,” she whispered as his finger delved into the depths of her pussy. While they were wet with her juices, he slid his fingers across her nub until her body shuddered. Then he slid his cock into her gently, slowly. She was still sore from the night before, but it was a good feeling.

Matt did more than have sex with her that morning. She felt like he was making love to her.

While they sat over a breakfast of eggs, ham, and biscuits she’d made, Matt eyed her wantonly. “Did you mean it?” he asked her as if he were a child waiting to be let down.

“Mean what?” she asked him as she cut into her eggs daintily.

“That I could see you again,” he informed her while he circled his large hand around a glass of orange juice.

“Only if you want,” she said as she felt like a school girl who was talking to her first crush. Matt made her feel as if she were a teenager again despite her being in her thirties.

Mary hummed as she dried the dishes. It had been two months since she and Matt had gone on their fateful date and ended up having a one night stand that turned into a relationship. He’d just hung up with her on the phone and she was feeling a little lonely that he was not at home with her. She put the dishes back into the cabinet and turned to her best friend, Beatrice.

“He said he’ll be home tomorrow for a few days,” Mary informed her with a small smile. Whenever Matt was home, she was in a wonderful mood that no one could get her out of. Yet when he was just leaving, Mary felt as if her world were coming apart.

“I’m glad,” Beatrice said as she finished drying a few glasses and put them away. The two of them had dinner together about an hour prior and they were planning to stay in that night to watch a movie. “It’s just so hard to see you involved with a man that has to travel so much for work,” Beatrice admitted when she came up beside Mary.

Mary felt her back stiffen as she wondered if another lecture was coming on, and decided to nip it in the butt. “He’s a good man, Beatrice. I don’t mind if I have to settle for a man who has to work and travel for a living, as long as he comes home to me. I’m a lucky girl for having him,” she said the words with conviction, but both of them knew she was growing tired of Matt always having to work in the rodeo.

Maybe he’ll settle down someday and own a ranch in Kansas,
Mary thought as she rinsed out her sink. The two of them settled down on the couch together and Mary had to stop herself from thinking about what she’d done that first night with Matt.

When they’d finished their movie, Beatrice said goodnight and got in her car to drive home. Mary settled down on her couch again and thought about how lovely it would be to have Matt beside her. As if she’d willed him into existence, her doorbell rang and she got up slowly wondering who it might be. Mary straightened her hair as she walked back to her door, ready to reprimand Beatrice for forgetting something when she caught sight of blonde hair behind the glass.

Matt smiled at her and held a bundle of roses in his right hand. She hurried to the door and opened it swiftly to accept her gift, a polite kiss on the lips that quickly turned into an exploration of each other’s mouths. She felt her lower region grow warm and wet and the flowers were carefully placed on the stand in her foyer. Without speaking, Matt led her up the stairs.

“Wait, I thought you weren’t going to be home until tomorrow?” she asked accusingly as she put her hand on her hip. She’d grown more comfortable around him and didn’t feel the need to try to hide her weight.

“I thought I’d call you, mislead you, and surprise you with some flowers. It seems you have a much better idea than just snuggling on the couch,” he said as he looked her up and down from head to toe. Mary felt her cheeks grow warm and when he led her into the bedroom, she obliged.

His cock was already hard and wanting when she helped him out of his jeans, and he found her wet and ready when he pulled her pants down and slid into her. Mary enjoyed the way he pushed her against the wall and how her body slid up and down while he pushed into her. He held her up as if she were a twig and made her feel more like a woman than any man had made her feel.

When it was over, they sat down on the couch and watched a movie together while the roses rested in a vase on the coffee table. Mary snuggled into Matt Hendricks’ side and wondered how she’d ever landed such a handsome, caring man. She promised herself she’d be able to handle some of his long absences as long as she got to enjoy the time they had together as they were.