Vinyl and Velvet Nights

Vinyl and Velvet Nights

Author's note: If you haven't already, I highly recommend you read 'A Slice of Chocolate Pecan' before you read this one. This piece picks up where it left off. You could also treat this as a standalone piece if you just want to dive right into the steaminess, but I think the context will make this story all the more enjoyable as well as introduce the characters a bit more.

After much deliberation, I've decided to write this piece from Lizzie's perspective rather than Matt's. I wanted to try something a little different. Also recommend listening to 'The Moment' by Kenny G when you get to that part if you like smooth jazz. I hope y'all enjoy!

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Ch. 1

I chewed on the pie thoughtfully, letting the rich chocolate melt across my tongue. Sitting back in the booth, my eyes drifted to Matt, who was savoring his own slice with such unguarded bliss that it was almost mesmerizing. I couldn't help but smile as he closed his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. The way he enjoyed every bite, completely lost in the moment, made my heart skip unexpectedly.

Matt was certainly different from any of the guys I had dated in college--not that there had been that many. Oh, there had been suitors, plenty of them. But I had always been picky. Extremely picky, though perhaps not in the ways I should've been.

Up until now, I'd only seriously dated three guys. Well, four if you counted that one one-night fling with a biker in a dive bar during a very regrettable, very drunk night. I certainly wasn't. Definitely not.

The guys I had chosen were all cut from the same cloth--bad boys. Masculine, daring, devilishly good-looking. The type who smirked like they had the world in the palm of their hand and probably thought they did. They were exciting, sure, but that excitement never lasted. Two of those relationships had burned out in spectacular disasters, leaving me with more lessons than memories. The last one, though, had ended on a softer note. I'd like to think that we'd both grown wiser, matured in our own ways, finally admitting that what we had wasn't what either of us was truly looking for. It wasn't bitter, just inevitable, like closing a chapter that had run its course.

Matt was different. Not that he wasn't attractive. Far from it. In fact, he had this rugged yet goofy charm about him that I found particularly endearing. A little scruffy, a little awkward, very funny and with a hidden sweetness-- a sensitive side. When I had seen him blush at getting caught reading erotica, I already had my eye on him.

He was the kind of guy I would've overlooked back in college. Not that I wouldn't have found him appealing, but simply because we would never have crossed paths. My circle of male acquaintances was made up of either hipster musicians and edgy poets-- who I considered to be my friends rather than romantic interests, or the charming devil-may-care guys I met at underground raves or college parties.

"Ready to go?" Matt asked.

His voice brought me back to the present. Lost in my thoughts, I hadn't even realized that I had finished my slice, and that he had paid the bill. I smiled and nodded.

Ch 2.

Waving our goodbyes to Louise, we walked out into the night. I climbed into the passenger side of his truck, shivering a bit from the cold. He started the truck and turned the heater on full blast. The glove compartment popped open by itself, landing on my lap.

"Sorry. It does that from time to time." he said, reaching over to close it. Something caught my eye.

"Is that a CD?" I asked, snatching it up before he could close the compartment. I examined it closely, "Nickelback? Dayumm how old are you?"

He grinned sheepishly. "Just a little nostalgia."

I laughed. "What are you going to show me next? Your record player?"

His grin widened.

"No... you're joking." I said staring at him.

"You'll see." he smirked before turning his attention back to the road.

A few minutes later, we pulled into the driveway of his one story house in the suburbs. I got out and followed him to the door. His house was a nice brick home with a small porch, the kind that looked cozy rather than showy. A porch swing swayed slightly in the breeze, and a dim porch light cast a soft glow over the welcome mat.

He unlocked the door and we stepped inside. As he turned on the lights, I immediately took in the warm, lived in feel of the place. There was a leather couch, a few framed pictures on the walls, and books stacked haphazardly on a coffee table.

"This is nice." I said, taking it all in.

"Yeah?"

"Beats living in shack under a bridge, I guess." I said, nudging him in the ribs.

He laughed at the callback, taking off his coat to hang on a coat rack by the door.

My eyes fell on a wooden console table in a corner of the living room.

"No way," I breathed, walking over to the record player. "You actually have one."

Matt chuckled. "Told you."

My attention was drawn to a shelf lined with vinyl records. I walked over to the shelf, running my fingers along the spines of the records. I flipped through them casually. Some were old classics--Miles Davis, Chet Baker, Louis Armstrong--while others were more modern but still steeped in that rich, soulful jazz sound.

"You're into jazz?" I asked curiously, as he joined me by the shelf. "I took you for more of a country or bluegrass kind of guy."

He laughed heartily at my surprise. "My dad was a huge fan of jazz so I guess that's kind of where I picked it up. In fact this was his." He ran his hand fondly over the turntable. "I had to get the belt and motor replaced a few times but other than that it's pretty much the same."

He gestured at the other records, "I listen to alot of different music, but most of the records are jazz or classical."

"You have quite a collection." I said staring at all the records that lined the shelves, packed neatly together. "Impressive. A man of culture, I see."

He grinned. "Thanks."

"So, what's your favorite?"

He took an album off of the shelf. "The Moment by Kenny G." He took the vinyl record out of the jacket and placed it on the turntable.

I looked at the buttons on the console. "How do you skip to the song that you want?"

He laughed. "You don't."

"Oh."

Matt walked over to the light switch, dimming the lights as the soft notes of the piano began to play, filling the room with a soothing lullaby. When the smooth and sweet sound of Kenny's sax came in, Matt stepped forward and placed his arms about my waist. My heart fluttered slightly as he stepped in closer and I draped my arms around his neck. We began to sway slowly from side to side to the slow music.

"You do this with all the girls you bring here?" I asked, teasingly, trying not to show the butterflies in my stomach.

He chuckled again. "No. Most of them are not fans of the classics or record players. Usually just a quick romp in the old sack."

I laughed, feeling pleased at being unique, even though I wasn't sure if he was kidding. "How romantic."

He pulled me towards him, one arm around my waist, his other hand behind my head. I got on my tiptoes as he leaned in to kiss me on the lips.

He cupped my face, his fingers threading into my hair as our lips met--soft at first, before the heat surged between us. My breath caught in my throat, and I pressed closer, my hands gripping his coat tightly.

His mouth moved against mine with a slowly, his lips pressing against my own. A low purr, vibrated in my throat sending a shiver down his spine. He deepened the kiss, tilting his head, his tongue tracing along my lower lip before I parted them for him.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling his other hand exploring my body. The room around me spun as I kissed him back. My fingers gripped the wavy curls of his golden brown hair, grounding myself in the heat of him.

When we finally broke apart, breathless, I could still feel the ghost of his lips on mine. My heart pounded against my ribs, and when I opened my eyes, he was already looking at me, his gaze dark, intense.

"Dizzy?" he murmured, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Gathering myself, I grinned mischievously at him, biting my lip. "Maybe a little."

I shrugged off my jacket, letting it fall in a heap at my feet. He gripped the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head before tossing it on the couch. He began to undress me with a fervent ardor. There was a hunger in his eyes that excited me to no end. Soon, all my clothes lay in a pool around my ankles. I stood there, feeling a bit self-conscious at being stripped bare before him-- grateful for the dim lights.

"So... you're a brunette." He said, his eyes staring at the trimmed patch of dark hair between my legs.

I nodded, blushing slightly. I stood there, unsure of where to place my hands, settling for leaving them at my sides. His gaze fell upon the small piercing at the hood of my clit.

"What's this?" he said, a look of surprise on his face.

I smirked at him, placing one hand on my hips and looked at him flirtatiously, feeling a bit more confident. "What? Never seen a clit piercing before?"

He grinned. "Can't say that I have." He reached out and touched it gently, sending an electric tingle of pleasure rocketing through me. "Does it hurt?"

I let out a small gasp before shaking my head. "Nope."

Matt pulled off his shirt, revealing his broad chest and toned physique. He hopped out of his jeans and boxers, before hoisting me up by my waist. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he carried me down the hallway to his bedroom. He laid me down gently on the bed with my legs dangling off the side.

He looked down upon my face, gazing intently at my face. "You are so beautiful, Lizzie." he said, with such sincerity I couldn't help but blush. He caressed my cheek with his fingers, then his hands began to move slowly down the side of my neck to brush against my collarbone with the lightest of touches.

He ran his strong hands down my shoulders and down my stomach. I arched my back in pleasure, moaning as his hands went lower still-- reveling in his touch.

Kneeling at the foot of the bed, he spread my legs apart, exposing me completely. As I felt his tongue enter me, my breath caught in my throat. He skillfully lapped at my folds, causing the heat to pool between my legs.

His tongue swirled around inside of me, dancing from side to side, exploring my every crevice. My breath quickened and I began to pant and moan, my body writhing and bucking against his mouth. I reached down and gripped the back of his beautiful wavy hair, silently pleading for him to continue. He brought me to the edge, a fire building inside of my loins that threatened to spill over.

His hand brushed against my pubic hair and he placed his thumb on my clit, rubbing it in a circular motion. Overwhelmed by his tongue and his gentle caresses, I came, my hips bucking against him, my back arched, before finally falling limp on the bed.

However, Matt was far from done. Standing up, he pulled me towards him by my hips. His cock was rock hard, throbbing. He lifted my legs in the air, and entered me slowly. My labia, engorged and slick with my own arousal, accepted him with ease. I gasped as he filled me completely. He began to thrust, slowly and deeply, his cock practically pounding my cervix with each thrust.

"Keep your legs in the air." he grunted, letting go of my legs.

Obediently, I kept my legs spread in the air, feeling a thrill at the way he asserted himself. He placed his hands around my waist, practically encircling me with his grip. He began to pound faster, grunting, rocking the bed, the springs creaking, the headboard smacking against the wall of his room. I moaned as my thighs clenched about him, and at his peak, he came inside of me, filling me with his seed.

He pulled his softening member from me before collapsing beside me, totally spent. We lay there, in each others arms, breathing heavily. Smiling at him, I gave him a quick kiss on the lips, my eyes shining.

"Helluva first date huh?" I said with a smile.

"Yeah, not bad."

I shoved him and he rolled off the bed laughing.

"Alright, it was pretty awesome."

"That's better." I said as I stood up. I walked across the carpet to the adjoining bathroom.

"I'm going to take a shower." I called over my shoulder as I opened the door.

He nodded, standing there watching me.

I poked my head back in the room. "You're coming right?"

He grinned, before walking towards me. "You don't have to ask me twice."

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The End