“Mateo,” I moaned, the back of my head bouncing against the door as my eyes fluttered shut.
His fingers found my hardened nipple, bare under my jersey, tweaking it. My back arched off the door, and a zing went straight to my core.
Needing more, I impatiently tugged at his shirt. “Take it off,” I panted.
His lips left my skin with a wet smack. I thought he would step back, but he stayed pressed against me as he grabbed the back of his shirt with one hand and pulled it up and over his head in one motion.
I wasted no time running my hands up his hard, muscular chest. The tips of my fingers traced each indent of his abs until they stopped at his V-line. I met his eyes and teased the strip of skin right above his pants.
“Careful. I have no problem returning the favor.” Mateo’s voice was rough, promise laced through every word. Oh, how I wanted to see just how far I could push him. But as much fun as that seemed, I needed him in my mouth first.
Maintaining eye contact, I lowered my body, my backscraping the door. I only made it halfway down when Mateo grabbed me by my throat and dragged me back up. Lips centimeters away from his, he forced me on my tippy toes.
“Not until I get my taste first.”
My eyes rolled, and a moan fell from my lips. Was it possible to come from words alone?
I was suddenly airborne, a strong forearm under my ass, as Mateo carried me away from the front door. I grasped his wide shoulders, eyes wide at the fact he was lifting me with just one arm. I pressed my lips to the hollow of his throat as he moved us through his living room to what I assumed was his bedroom. I was too distracted to fully take in his apartment.
Within seconds, I was gently laid down on a soft bed, my hair fanned around my head. I watched as he dropped to his knees. Despite the dark promise in his eyes, Mateo’s hands were gentle as they pushed up the hem of my shirt and revealed the button to my shorts.
He paused, searching my eyes for permission. I gave him a nod, anticipation pooling in my belly. His eyes never left mine as he popped the button and grabbed the denim.
His big hands eased the fabric down my legs and to my ankles where he then tossed them off to the side. My chest heaved as he bent his head to trail his mouth along the same path my shorts just took. The touch was featherlight as he worked his way over my skin, kissing my inner ankle, my calf, and where my knee bent until he reached my inner thigh.
I knew my panties were soaked, and that he could smell my arousal. Pink stained my cheeks. I caught the uptick of Mateo’s mouth before he gripped my ass, yanking me forward until I was hanging off the edge of the bed. His lips brushed the front of my underwear.
My hands gripped the comforter beneath me, eyes openand not wanting to miss a single second of the view in front of me. Mateo on his knees was the most erotic sight I had ever seen in my life.
“You’re already shaking,” he said quietly. “And I haven’t even started yet.”
“Mateo, please.” I was begging, but I didn’t care.
Fingers hooked into the sides of my underwear, he pulled them off and tossed them over his shoulder.
His hands settled on my thighs, firm and unhurried, as he pried them apart, my pussy on full display for him. “You look so beautiful like this,” he said, voice steady and sure. “And it’s all for me.”
I blushed. Yep, I was going to come if he kept that up.
A slow smile lit up his face as he smoothed his fingers over me, opening me up. “This is my new favorite view.”
“Mateo,” I moaned, the sound filling the room. “Please.” My hips moved on their own, trying to reach his mouth.
“Don’t look away,” he murmured, eyes dark and locked on mine. I obeyed the command as I kept my eyes glued to him, unable to give anything else my attention as he eliminated the space and licked a line over me.
I shuddered, his hands keeping a firm grip as his tongue flicked against my clit. Even if I wanted to close my legs, I couldn’t.
Every stroke of his tongue, every lick, sent pleasure up my spine. My toes curled as my hands reached for his head. I laced my fingers through his soft hair and tugged. A groan vibrated against me as I held my grip.
It took all of my control to keep my eyes open when Mateo slipped not one, but two fingers inside me. They were a lot bigger than mine and reached where I couldn’t when I was by myself.
“Mateo,” I whimpered. I swore I saw satisfaction fill hisblue eyes as he doubled down, curling his fingers just right to hit that perfect spot deep inside me.
My stomach hollowed out as my legs began to quiver. I wasn’t going to last much longer. I clenched around his fingers and bucked against him.
“That’s it. Let it go,” Mateo murmured, his mouth leaving me for just a second before he latched his lips directly over my clit.
That was all I needed. My eyes clamped shut, and my head jerked back. Incoherent noises left me as I came all over his fingers and mouth. My grip on his hair tightened, probably too much, but he didn’t seem to notice or care.
