This was it. He expected me to be with him sexually. Not because there were any feelings between us now, but because that was what I was to him: a sexual object.
My hand delved inside his pants, pushing past his boxer briefs to curl around the thick, throbbing flesh inside.
Matteo hissed. “Jesus, I’ve waited for your hands on me again for so long,” he mumbled.
So had I. I’d just been fooling myself that I had forgotten him. Or the way he made me feel.
All of those feelings came back in a rush. My core clenched, and dampness pooled in my panties.
“Like this?” Not breaking eye contact, I slipped him free, sliding my tight fist up and down his veiny length with slow, steady strokes until he let out a mumbled curse and his eyes rolled.
Maybe we didn’t have feelings for each other anymore, but the sexual chemistry was still there, and that couldn’t be denied.
“Or…” shuffling forward, I swirled my tongue around the thick, purple-red head of his manhood before swiping straight across it, capturing the little bead of salty goodness that was leaking from him.
Leaking for me.
“Sophia.” Another moan, and this time he let his head fall back between his shoulder blades. His chest rose and fell rapidly. “Fuck, yeah.” His voice shook. “Just like that.”
I cut him off. Bending over his thighs, I opened my mouth wide and then closed it around him. My lips made a tight ring around him. I bobbed down and then back up.
It had been a long time since I had done this. A long time since he had taught me how he liked it. But I remembered everything.
And I was in control.
Right now, with my lips around his cock I was in control and I knew it.
Keeping my lips around him, I traced the thick vein with my tongue, using it as a road map to make him crazy.
“Sophia.” Both hands came down, scooping my hair from my face so he could see me better. So he could watch the show I was putting on.
Hands still in my hair, he began to guide me. Faster and faster, he forced more and more of his thick, pulsating cock into my mouth. It was more than I had ever taken before.
His hips lifted off the chair, thrusting up to meet my lips until all semblance of me having control left me.
I wasn’t in control at all. I probably never was.
“That’s it,” he cooed, smashing my head down as far as it would go.His cock, so thick that my jaw was already aching, filled my throat, and for a second, I panicked.
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t do anything but stare up at him with my eyes streaming.
And the look he gave me was everything. It was so full of awe that my throat instantly relaxed around him
Maybe I was more in control than I thought, because Matteo looked like he was in heaven. Every part of his face went slack except his eyes, which bored into mine with so much heat that I moaned. The vibrations from my murmur flowed over him.
Using his thighs as leverage, I took him in as far as I could again, and this time he held me there, filling my mouth and throat until it felt like I was going to pass out from lack of oxygen.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled completely away from my lips and stood.
Panting, I stared up at him. Absently, I reached up and wiped the drool from my lips.
“Stop.”
I froze, my fingers halfway to my lips.
“Let me look at you like that,” Matteo growled out, fisting his cock up and down with jerky movements. “Fucking beautiful,” he muttered. “My dirty little wh—"
I shot him a look, and he stopped mid-sentence with a wry grin. “Open up for me, Sophia.” He swiped his thumb against my lips. “Open your lips and your throat and let me-“
