The lock clicks, and we tumble inside.
I barely have time to flip the deadbolt before his mouth crashes into mine. His lips are firm, demanding, tasting of coffee and the finger of whiskey he likes to have after a day’s work. I moan into the kiss, my back hitting the door as his body pins me there. His hands roam everywhere—up my blouse, cupping my breasts through the lace of my bra, thumbs circling my nipples until they harden into tight peaks.
“Fuck, little flower,” he groans, breaking the kiss to nip at my jaw. “Ten years, and you’ve still got a chokehold on me.”
I laugh breathlessly, but it turns into a gasp when he yanks my blouse open, buttons scattering across the floor. His mouth descends on my chest, sucking one nipple through the fabric before shoving the cup aside and latching on directly. His tongue flicks and laps, teeth grazing just enough to sting, and heat pools between my thighs, my pussy already slick and aching.
“Bedroom would be better,” I manage, but my hands are in his hair, holding him there, urging him on.
“Fuck the bedroom. I’ll take you anywhere I want.”
That nearly makes me come on the spot.
He straightens, eyes dark with hunger as he backs me toward the desk. Papers rustle under my ass when he lifts me onto it, my skirt hiking up around my thighs.
He steps between my legs, his erection straining against his slacks, pressing insistently against my core. I rock against it, friction sending jolts through me, and he hisses, grabbing my thighs to spread them wider.
His fingers hook into my panties, ripping them down my legs in one swift tug. The cool air hits my bare pussy, and I shiver, exposed and dripping for him.
Matteo drops to his knees, no hesitation, his beard scraping my inner thighs as he buries his face between them.
His tongue drags flat and hot over my folds, lapping up my wetness before circling my clit with firm, deliberate strokes.
I cry out, gripping the edge of the desk, my hips bucking toward his mouth. He sucks my clit hard, two fingers plunging inside me without warning, curling to hit that spot that makes my vision blur.
“Matteo—please—” The words tumble out, incoherent as he pumps his fingers, his tongue relentless, beard rubbing raw against my sensitive skin.
He doesn't let up, not until I'm trembling, my orgasm crashing over me in waves that leave me gasping and clenching around his fingers.
He pulls back, lips shiny with my juices, and stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Taste so good,amore. Always do.”
I reach for him, desperate now, fumbling with his belt. It clinks open, and I shove his pants down, his cock springing free—thick and hard, veins pulsing, the tip already leaking pre-cum. I wrap my hand around it, stroking from base to head, feeling ittwitch in my grip. He groans, thrusting into my fist, but I want more.
“Inside me,” I beg, guiding him to my entrance.
He doesn't make me wait. One hand on my hip, the other bracing the desk, he lines up and thrusts in deep, filling me completely in one stroke.
I arch, my pussy stretching around his cock, the burn turning to pleasure as he starts to move.
He fucks me hard, desk creaking under us, papers sliding to the floor in a forgotten avalanche. Each snap of his hips drives him deeper, his balls slapping against my ass, the wet sounds of my pussy taking him echoing in the small room. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt.
“So tight,” he grunts, leaning down to capture my mouth again, swallowing my moans. His pace quickens, relentless, hitting that perfect angle that has me spiraling toward another climax. Sweat beads on his forehead, his beard tickling my skin as he kisses my neck, my collarbone, marking me with bites that I'll feel tomorrow.
I drag his fingers into my mouth and bite down to keep quiet. They taste like me, I realize. All of him tastes like me.
Matteo groans. “Fuck,fiorellino.You’ll be the death of me.”
I come again, walls fluttering around his cock, milking him as I shudder and cry his name. He follows seconds later, thrusting erratically before burying himself deep and spilling inside me, hot spurts of cum flooding my pussy. We stay locked together, breathing ragged, his weight a comforting press against me.
Eventually, he pulls out, a trickle of his cum leaking from me onto the desk. He chuckles softly, kissing my forehead. “You know, I had plans for us tonight.”
“You did?” I grin. “Too bad.”
“We can still make it there.” He scoops up the cum from the desk and holds his finger up to me. “If we clean up fast.”
My eyes glaze over. I part my lips around his finger and suck, all restraint gone.
Which ends up making us even later, because Matteo flips me over and fucks me on the desk all over again, this time from behind. Safe to say, I’m glad winter break is coming up. If I had to show my face around here tomorrow morning, I’d spontaneously combust.
