Chapter Four

CHAPTER FOUR

Getting Elena out of the bar was even a bigger hassle than paying for her drinks. She apparently even took more than a hundred dollar bill worth of drinks but the bartender thought she was pretty so he was fine with a hundred dollar bill. The thought process had absolutely annoyed him and insisted on paying for every single drink that Elena had taken.

She kept saying all sorts of things until they reached his place and Matthew threw her onto his bed. There was no way he could have taken Elena to her house, her mom would throw her a fuss and make a big deal out of it, something that Elena absolutely hated. Elena was still talking about God only knows what while still on the bed.

“Matt” she called him and Matthew rolled his eyes while rolling his shoulders.

“What is it?” he asked, irritated.

“Do you think I’m pretty?” she asked, staring widely at him and Matthew for once found himself no words.

When Elena had tried to force him to attend Jeremy’s party, he had bluntly refused to go a few minutes to the party because he really didn't want to see Jeremy profess love to her. He didn't think he could handle Elena squealing like a chicken and then they exchanged a kiss but even while the two girls had left him and come ahead to the party, he found himself unable to just stay at home and pretend like nothing was happening at the party. He had gone ahead to throw something on his body and rush to the party.

The entire persona of Elena at the party stunned him; she had taken extra time in dressing and ‘preparing’ herself for him in case they went to his room. It jabbed at Matthew’s guts that she would dress like that just to get Jeremy’s attention, he hated Jeremy.

The moment they got to the party, Matthew realized that the only favor he could do for himself was really not to see or watch Jeremy profess love to Elena. He still couldn't bear it so he was quick to excuse himself to go to the bathroom. Jeremy’s house was a very nice house and as soon as Matthew entered one of them, the sweet scent that filled his nostrils made him unsure if he was really in a restroom or somewhere else.

He had started playing one of the many episodes of Naruto hoping that he would concentrate and forget about the fact that Jeremy was going to ask Elena to be his girlfriend in a few minutes. He kept his eyes glued to his phone but he knew better, his mind was conjuring all kinds of scenarios, Jeremy holding Elena’s hands and telling him he loved her, Elena covering her mouth in sheer affirmation that her thoughts and assumptions were true, Jeremy asking Elena to be his girlfriend while everyone else screamed for her to say yes, Elena nodding her head and telling him yes, the both of them kissing.

He had told himself to stay away from the party and leave a few minutes before but he sat on the toilet seat playing an episode of Naruto and refused to leave, he couldn't bring himself to watch and he couldn't bring himself to leave either. An episode played and another episode started and finished playing before he decided that it was time to leave the bathroom. He had ignored the several knocks that rang on the bathroom door and sucking in a breath, he stepped out of the bathroom ignoring the bewildered look of the teenager that had been knocking on the door seconds before.

Unlike what he had expected, there were zero teenagers shouting ‘say yes’ and there was no Elena squealing and laughing in sheer happiness. The party was in full swing but neither Elena or Jeremy or Silver was in sight. With a frown maring a face, he browsed through the house until he found Silver who told him that Jeremy didn’t ask her out but had asked his childhood friend, the new girl out.

The information had rang off alarm bells in his head. He was both annoyed and well happy at the new event. He was angry at Jeremy for asking out another girl right in front of Elena considering the fact that she did really, really like him and was happy because Jeremy didn't like her like she thought he did.

Finding her was a piece of cake to him, he knew Elena like the back of his hand and so he knew that she would be hurt and pained and mortified at the thought of Jeremy not just like her and that her whole imagination was a figment of her own thoughts. He knew how much she spoke about him and how she liked him and he knew that it was a blow to her. 

Finding her drunk already subtly annoyed him, that she would drink because of him but he didn't dare voice his thoughts or annoyance. He knew it wasn’t her fault so all he had to do was handle her with care.

Staring at her while she asked if she was pretty further annoyed him. Was she asking him if she was pretty enough? Or was she asking him if she wasn’t pretty enough for Jeremy?

“What did you say?” he asked with a frown on his face.

“Am i pretty?” she asked again and Matthew chuckled.

“Well there’s a mirror just beside you so you can check your face out and take a look if you are pretty or not” Matthew replied his annoyance sipping into his voice.

“Are you angry at me?” Elena suddenly asked and Matthew cocked an eyebrow at her.

“He rejected you so what? Did that mean you should go ahead and drink like you lost your soulmate? He rejected you so you are questioning yourself if you did something wrong or if you are pretty enough? Really Elena?” Matthew asked his veins bulging against his forehead but Elena was staring at him with puppish eyes as though she wanted to cry.

The anger that was pumping through Matthew’s blood vanished in a second. He sighed and rubbed his glabella wondering why he had gotten angry in the first place.

“I’m sorry I got angry at you. I’ll go and bring you some honey water and pain kilers so you can have some sleep” Matthew muttered.

“I want a hug” Elena repleid and Matthew sighed softly reaching towards her and immediately engulfing her in a hug. They both didn’t say anything and just wrapped their hands around each other, Matthew offering comfort to her with the use of his hands and Elena basking in the comfort of Matthew’s big arms. She broke the hug but left her hands around Matthew’s neck staring into her eyes without a word.

Matthew could leave the change of atmosphere with Elena’s move. He stared back into her clear eyes and gulped lightly.

“Elenea” he called quietly but her reply was her bending her head and placing her lips oh his lips. Alarm bells went off in Matthew’s head for the third time that night and he stood there frozen as Elena continued sucking on his lips kissing him.

She’s drunk, you have to stop her Matthew! His subsconscious yelled at him and Matthew immediately turned his face, panting quietly.

“Elena, you are drunk and you need to sleep '' Matthew rushed through a rugged breadth. He was seriously holding himself back. He swallowed his saliva.

“We don't want to do something we are both going to regret,” he added, meeting Elena’s eyes again. But instead of a reply, Elnea bent her head to kiss him again and Matthew was quick to turn his face again.

“Elena, what are you doing?” he asked, nothing seemed to make sense to him.

“I’m not Jeremy okay” MAtthew said through his teeth. Various thoughts were running through his head at that moment. Elena would never kiss him and there is only one reason why she would do that in that state. 

She thought he was Jeremy.

The thought stabbed through his heart like a knife and as much as he wanted to pretend that he was him and kiss her back, something he had wanted since only God knows, he also didn't want to.

“Jeremy? I know it’s you Matthew” Elena replied gulping and Matthew stared at her in surprise.

“Elena” he called out in shock.

“I know it’s you Matthew. I know I am exchanging my saliva with” Elena replied again, her voice as clear as possible. If he hadn’t carried her home, Matthew would have thought she wasn’t drunk..

“Then you do need to sleep,” Matthew replied, his voice shaky. He refused to believe his ears.

“I want you” 

Matthew froze in his movements and brought his eyes to meet Elena’s again.

“Huh?” he asked.

“I want you,” Elena repeated.

“Elena, you are drunk. You don’t know what you are doing. And… and… and…” while Matthew was looking for words, Elnea had pulled him closer and placed her lips on his again.

“I’m not going to regret it” she muttered against his lips while slipping her tongue inside her mouth.She continued kissing him while Matthew remained limp, trying to process the words that came out of Elena’s mouth and her actions. Nothing seemed to make sense to him.

“Are you going to just let me kiss you without doing anything?” Elena muttered biting his earlobes bringing MAtthew back to the present. There was nothing more to think about, all he needed to do was to live in that moment and know what he wanted to do.

And what he wanted? He just wanted Elena to kiss her senselessly till she only remembered how to spell his name. 

And he was going to do just that.

He cocked his head and sent one of his hands to the back of ELlna’s head kissing her with every fibre in his body. He sucked on her lips, slipping his tongue into her mouth and coiling around her jaws and gums. Elena tightened her grip on her neck kissing him with much vigour. They continued kissing each other without a care in the world and Elena was practically rubbing her body to Matthew's.

The latter could feel his whole body on fire with the way Elena kept pressing and rubbing her body to him. Her firm breasts stood rubbing against his chest as if teasing him and her core kept rubbing against his groin. His cock was hard and stretching against his pants from the very moment Elena had kissed him and with her movements, it was fighting harder against his pants.

Unable to bear it anymore, he broke the kiss, dropping kisses all over her face and reaching for the small crop Elena had on. She was dressed with so little clothing and with two to three hand movements, the crop top and the small bra was gone. Elena sucked in a breadth as Matthew bent over her, taking one of her breasts into his mouth, sucking and leaving small bites all over her breasts. Moans and groans escaped her mouth as Matthew kept sucking her breasts while his other hand teased her other nipple rubbing over and over again, pleasure was building and rushing through her body.

The moans and groans seemed to turn Matthew on as he continued rubbing her nipple faster and sucking her breasts. He turned to the second breast giving it the same treatment he had given the first one sucking harder and leaving small bites that sent tremours of pleasure down her spine.

“Oh Matthew…’

“Fuck!’

“Matthew, Matthew, Matthew”

Elena kept moaning and spewing all sorts of curse words as Matthew left her breasts, allowing one of his hands to keep tweaking it while he dropped kisses trailing down to her stomach and waist. Two movements and Matthew had pulled off the skirt she was wearing and threw it elsewhere. Elena was wearing a G-string and remembering that she had worn it because of Jeremy, Matthew didn't think twice before tearing it and throwing it somewhere too. He stared at her shaved vagina and swallowed his saliva. Dropping kisses all over it eliciting harder groans from Elena.

Sliding one finger inside made Elena moaned out loudly, Matthew gulped sliding another finger and another finger till it was three fingers, moving in and out and Elena was moaning loudly, knowing that her voice would sooner or later wake his parents up, he reached over her and claimed her lips again, kissing her while his fingers did not stop moving for one moment. Pleasure was climbing and climbing and climbing and Elena was sure that she would soon reach her orgasm and quickly stopped him which adversely stopped Matthew from kissing her.

“Oh God I want to babdly suck your ock but rather in my mouth, I want you inside me right now” Elena muttered through rushed breadths. She definitely wanted to orgasm but not over Matthew’s fingers.

Mattthew had always knows that Elena talked dirty but it was the first time, she was talking dirty to him. But he loved it, he liked it, he liked and loved the fact that she was admitting that she wanted him. He moved his fingers slowly in and out before removing them finally and unbuckling his pants. The cock had had pressing against his pants sprang out pulsating in pure need.

Matthew rubbed his cock gently groaning and sucking a breadth as he guided his cock to her entrance, he rubbed his cock over her entrance slowly eliciting groans fna moans from Elena.

“Matthew please” she whispered and he pushed inside her.

Elena screamed.