I Slept with Clay Matthews

Chapter 2.

There didn't seem to be as many people up here than there was downstairs, but then again I haven't really looked that much. I drank the rest of my drink, and sat it down on a table that I passed. I observed my surroundings and saw couples going in rooms, and some were standing in the hallway making out with each other. Ugh gross much? I walked to the end of the hallway, and saw another flight of stairs going both up, and down. Hmm that's interesting. In the middle where the stairs change from going up to down there was a balcony of sorts you could say I guess. There was a railing, and a couch on the other side. I walked around it. On the side where the couch was where the stairs started going downstairs, whereas on the other said was where the stairs were going upstairs. That's actually pretty cool. I then noticed the couple on the couch, and felt the blush rise to my cheeks I walked away as fast as I possibly could. I looked down the hallway that I had just come from, and noticed it was more crowded than when I first came upstairs. Or was it always like that? I don't remember either way I knew it would be a nightmare trying to get through that so I started walking up the stairs. At the top of the stairs I saw a door. Could it lead to the roof? Would be better than here, and quieter I thought so I opened it only to be greeted by another hallway that lead to a big open room it looked like. I had a feeling that I shouldn't be up here. Looking around I saw some pictures, and trophies, and lots of other personal items, but no people. I hadn't realized that I was walking until I ended up at the end of the hallway, and into the big opening. I looked around there was a big screen TV, a pool table, air hockey table, poker table, and a bar. It was like this was supposed to be a man cave or something. 

"You're not supposed to be up here." I heard a strong and cold voice say. I whirled around, and saw a man with long blonde hair sitting on a chair with a drink in his hand and the TV remote in the other. 

"Oh I-I'm sorry. I didn't know." I said stumbling backwards a little bit taken aback by his looks. He looked at me for a moment, then took a drink. "Is this your house?" I asked him looking around again. 

"Yeah, again why are you up here the party is downstairs. Everyone knows this story of the house is off limits." He said in a cold voice like before, but I knew that he was intoxicated, so I continued to talk. 

"If this is your house, and you're party why aren't you downstairs with everyone else?" I questioned crossing my arms over my chest. He looked at me and chuckled. 

"My friend is hosting the party I didn't want to have one." He said taking another drink. 

"You let your friends throw parties in your own house?" I asked he glared at me. 

"You ask a lot of questions, why are you even up here? Like you said the party is downstairs." He said eyes going back to the TV. 

"My friends made me come out. I was perfectly fine with just staying in, and watching Netflix." I replied looking down at my feet. He chuckled.

"One of those huh?" He asked I looked up, but he wasn't looking at me still. Instead he finished his drink.

"Well I know when I'm not wanted somewhere." I said turning around and started walking towards the door, but before I could get more than three steps a strong hand had a very strong grip on my arm causing me to turn around, and let me tell you I was not prepared. He was tall, and very muscular.

"I never said leave." He said pulling me to the bar with him, and going behind it. "What's your preference?" He asked looking at me.

"Oh no, I don't drink." I said shaking my head. He raised an eyebrow.

"If you don't drink why does your breath smell strongly of alcohol?" He pressed. I rolled my eyes. 

"Whatever you're drinking is fine." I said rolling my eyes. Well my whole no drinking plan worked out really well. He chuckled again, but poured a brown liquid into a glass and handed it to me, then he came out from behind the bar, and sat down in his chair again, so I just sat down on the couch that he had right next to the chair he was in. "So what are you watching?" I asked looking at the TV screen. 

"Football." He replied I rolled my eyes men and football. I took a drink from my glass, and coughed. He started laughing. 

"What the hell is this? Satan's drink?!" I gasped in between coughs. He just kept laughing. 

"I didn't think you would be able to handle what I was drinking." He said taking my glass from me, and handing me the glass he had took for himself.

"No this is the same thing." I said trying to give it back to him.

"No it's not. I gave you my drink on purpose to see how you would react, by the way perfect reaction, but that is really your drink." He said taking a gulp of his drink. I was a little nervous to take a drink if I was being honest. It could be the same thing, because they are the same color. "Trust me." He said looking at me. I slowly lifted the glass to my lips, and took the tiniest sip possible. He was right this definitely was much smoother than whatever the hell he had given me before. I took an even bigger drink, and he smiled. "Told you." He said taking another drink from his glass, and looking back at the TV. Whatever he gave me was stronger than what I had downstairs, but definitely not as strong as what he was drinking, and I could feel myself getting tipsy... 

After three more drinks I found myself admiring the man. I mean he was tall, had muscles, had a beard, and that hair, oh and those muscles, wait did I already say that? Oh who cares you should see them. I couldn't tell you what was on the TV, because to be honest I stopped watching a long time ago, and started admiring him. Every once in a while he would catch me, but then he just started paying attention to the TV as if I wasn't even there. I didn't mind, because then I could continue to keep looking at him, and not have to pretend to look away whenever he would look at me. 

"Why do you keep looking at me?" He sighed turning to face me. 

"Because you're nice to look at." I replied he chuckled.

"You're drunk." He said taking my glass from me. 

"Yeah, but so are you." I said getting up, and sitting on his lap. The chair was big enough for my legs to fit on the side of him. I ran my hands through his hair, and he did the same to me. He pulled my face closer to him, and next thing I knew we were making out like those couples I saw in the hallway. He stood up, and I wrapped my legs around his torso, and continued kissing him. I was laid on my back in a dark room, and he started taking my shoes off, as well as my jeans, and then my top, then I didn't feel his touch anymore, but then I did, and knew he had taken his clothes off as well. Then his lips were back on mine, and he was on top of me. 

"Tell me if I hurt you." He said. I nodded, but then remembered he probably couldn't see it.

"Okay." I mumbled, then I felt him inside me, and gasped. "Ohh." I whimpered he stopped mid stride, and let me get used to it. "Ok." I said after a full minute of complete stillness. Then he started slowly it still hurt a little, but I was getting used to it now, then his movements gradually got faster, right when I was about to lose it he stopped, and I whimpered, but then I felt his tongue, and almost instantly was ready again, and this time was able to break loose. "Oh god!!" I screamed. 

"I'm not done yet, you get on top." He instructed I listened, and climbed on top of him this time I was already used to his size, and we were able to go without stopping. Wasn't long before he finally released his grip on my hips, and the thrusting got slower, and finally I collapsed on top of him he wrapped his arm protectively around me and we just laid there together in our moment of pure bliss.