“Yes, damn you! I want you to ram your cock into me, goddamit!” I finally choke out. It’s the last intelligible thing I say because when he hits home, he lifts me clean off my feet. The force of it knocks my breath from my lungs and my back knocks the closet so hard I’m sure it’s going to leave bruises. But I don’t feel it. All I know is that this is what I want right now…Mateo so deep inside me there’s nowhere else for him to be.
He slides his hands to cup my ass and I hook my ankles around his waist as he sets up a pounding rhythm that’s already threatening to take me over the edge. I reach for the front of his shirt, curling my fingers and ripping roughly. Buttons fly as his shirt rips open, exposing his chest.
“Fuck! You’re so damn beautiful,” he grits out. I would say the same thing back to him if I wasn’t still trying to pretend that I was mad at him. Or if I could find any words at all right now.
His eyebrows are drawn together as he frowns down at our pounding bodies. I’m half buckled between his thrusting hips and the closet door behind me, just my shuddering thighs and his hard hands on my hips keeping me from falling. With anyone else, it would be an awkward position – God knows I’ve tried it before. But Mateo’s just so damn strong…I know he’ll never drop me. And that cock. Dear lord, even with a couple of inches protruding, it still fills me more than any man ever has.
“God…” I groan. “Oh, my God…” I feel my muscles beginning to spasm as a wave of pleasure begins to build. “Fuck…fuck…Oh, God!”
“Come for me, baby,” he says, heaving me up against him. Another inch sinks in and I’m not sure how I fit it, but I don’t care anymore. My next sound comes out as a high-pitched wail as he keeps pounding.
“Mateo! Fuck…fuck, fuck, fuck!” I cry out…and then I’m gone, lost in a velvet cloud of bright lights and pleasure. When I open my eyes again, he’s staring at me with an intensity that’s almost frightening. What’s even more frightening are the raised welts I’ve left down his chest as my nails. “Shit, I’m sorry,” I say hoarsely, though he seems oblivious. And still hard inside me. I move to unlink my ankles, but he adjusts his grip to keep me firmly impaled as he turns back to the bed. Barely two strides cover the space across the bedroom, and then I feel him sink onto the side of the bed. I straddle him as he leans back on his elbows. His trousers have slid down past his knees, and the skin of his hips is smooth against my inner thighs.
“Ride me,” he says, without looking up. He watches as I shift, then raise and lower myself along his shaft. “Jesus…” He licks his lips, shooting a quick look into my eyes before gluing his gaze to our locked bodies. “I’m going to shave that pussy bare one day so I can see those tight lips stretched around my cock.”
I swallow hard, feeling my cheeks burning…though not out of embarrassment. There’s not a lot this man can say that shames me. It’s turning me on. Again. But who could blame me? Especially when he licks his thumb and begins rubbing a slow, wet circle over my clit.
“Oh God!” I groan as he begins to pump his hips up to meet my own grinding pace. “Your cock is so fucking huge!” Even after the past few weeks of regular sex, it still takes my breath away. And if there was an inch to spare while he was fucking me against the closet door, it’s lost in me now. I can feel his heavy balls slapping up against my ass with each powerful thrust. Another orgasm unravels and my back arches as I let it wash over me.
“Mateo! Oh, fuck!”
“Take it! Take all of it…” he says through gritted teeth. “Fuck, Andy…I’m gonna come…”
I make a low whimpering sound as I drop my hands forward to his shoulders, pushing his ruined shirt free so I can cling to his bare skin. He grips my hips so tightly, it’s all I can do to ride the wave out as he takes me to oblivion with him, mindless with the pleasure of it all. Just plain mindless in general…I’m supposed to be angry with him.
“Damn you,” I murmur against the damp skin of his throat when I can finally breathe again. He has his hand tangled into my hair, cupping my face into the crook of his shoulder. His huge chest is heaving.
“Feeling better?” He turns slightly, rolling me onto the mattress at his side, but not letting me move far. Not that I’d move much anyway. My limbs feel like jelly.
“You’re a jerk,” I mumble. “I hate you.” He brushes the tip of his nose against mine, his lips sliding over my mouth.
“And there I thought I’d just fucked that bullshit out of you.”
“You’ll have to try harder.” I push feebly at his chest, but he simply pulls me closer.
“Give me five minutes and I will.”
“Or maybe you could just tell me where you were all night.” I’m trying so hard not to pout. “I don’t share my toys well, Mateo.” And right now, he’s my favorite toy of all.
“I’m sorry.” His lips close over mine, leaving me breathless and tingling all over again. “You don’t have to worry about sharing, okay? I swear it. This is the only pussy I have any interest in.” His palm cups my mound. I shudder, though I try to hide it.
“Whatever. It’s not like we said we’d be exclusive or anything.” He narrows his eyes on me, but I go on. “But while we’re doing this thing, you need to know that I don’t do other women’s leftovers.”
“Dammit, Andy!” He straightens and runs a hand through his hair. “There wasn’t anyone else. I was out with Raoul. Something important came up and I needed to follow up on it.”
I shrug and roll away from him, but for the second time since he got home, he snakes an arm around my waist and pulls me close.
“I was a dick, okay? I’m sorry. I should have called you.” We’re nose to nose, his eyes looking deep into my own. “I’m not…used to working as a team.” I melt a little as his lips brush mine. “But I’m busy with something that’s important. It’s going to change things. You just have to trust me. Can you do that?”
I nod slowly, not resisting.
“Now let’s get some sleep.” He kicks off his shoes and yanks his pants down from where they’d been snagged at his knees. “I’m not a kid anymore. And I have a feeling you’re going to need a little more convincing before long.” He winks, then pulls me against his chest.
“Sure.” I don’t turn away, and I long to believe him. But trust isn’t something that comes easily to me. And he just planted a seed of suspicion in my heart.
Chapter 7
Andy Carter
