Every bone in my body relaxed. I stared at the ceiling, the fan doing lazy laps as I thought—what the fuck am I getting myself into?
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Avery
Mateo gripped my hair as I knelt down and pulled his jeans to his ankles. His cock sprang free, precum dripping from the tip. I held his gaze as I leaned forward, swirled my tongue and tasted him.
His grip tightened, his head tipping back as I took him deeper. It’d been so long since I’d done this, but it felt right with him. Every moan I drew out pleased me. I wrapped my hand around the base, stroking as I bobbed my head, all while watching lust dance across his face.
“Fuck,” Mateo moaned.
I raked my nails down the front of his thighs, earning a hiss between his teeth. He pulled my head back and leaned down, brushing his mouth against mine.
“I want to keep sucking you,” I gasped.
“If you do, then I’ll come. And I want to hold out as long as I can. Stand up.”
He pulled me to my feet and I squealed as he lifted me, throwing me over his shoulder with ease.
“Oh my god,” I gasped. “How in the hell did you do that?”
He patted my ass as he carried me toward my bedroom. “Those firefighter muscles, baby. I train to save people just like you.”
“Just like me, huh?”
I laughed as he stepped into my bedroom and tossed me down onto the center of my bed. “Stay there,” he said.
I raised a brow as he left the bedroom. I heard him rummaging through what sounded like his jeans for a moment and then he returned with a condom.
“You just keep those on hand, huh?” I teased. “Who have you been seeing in Whynot?”
“I’ve only had eyes for you. I keep one in my wallet though, because you never know.”
I fought a smile. “Or maybe you planned to seduce me.”
“I hoped to. Been thinking about it for so fucking long, this feels like a dream.”
I propped myself up on my elbows, my stomach flipping as he knelt on the edge of the bed. His cock was hard, his eyes trained on me. I drank in the sight of him naked. Light from my bedroom lamps bronzed his skin, turning just the edges of his curls golden brown. But it wasn’t just how hot he was that did it for me—it was the way the corner of his eyes crinkled when he smiled. The way his eyes softened when he looked at me. The way his mustache tipped up like a sexy villain when he smirked.
The firefighter calendar models had nothing on Mateo.
“We’ll take it slow,” he said.
“I don’t want to take it slow.”
He raised a brow as he tore open the foil pack. I slid my hand down to my pussy as I watched him roll the condom over his cock. My fingers brushed over my clit and then pushed inside myself. Fuck, I was soaked. Aching to be filled by him.
“Look at you,” he murmured. “You’re so beautiful, Avery. Are you sure you want to do this?”
“I’m sure. I’m more than sure.” I had no doubts in my mind. Did I tell him about all the sexy dreams that had woken me up over the last couple years? Did I tell him that I’d definitely made myself come while thinking about riding that damn mustache? “I need you. I want you. I’m so fucking wet for you, Mateo. I need you inside me, to feel you. And there’s so many things I want to . . .”
I trailed off. I knew Mateo was kinky, and he knew I was. Only because it’d come up casually one time while we were talking a few months ago, and since then, it’d lived rent-free in my mind.
“Tell me,” he said as he crawled toward me. “Tell me what you want to do.”
My brain short-circuited as Mateo grabbed hold of my ankles. He pushed my legs apart as he moved on top of me, settling his weight on top of mine.
“Tell me what you want, Avery. I want to hear it all.”
