Page 24 of For Pleasure Or Worse

I let him wrench my jeans by the belt loops toward the floor, and my stomach flipped in figure eights when he dropped to his knees to help me step out of them. His gentleness was something I never expected, and I couldn’t ignore the way having such a masculine, rough-edged man kneeling before me set me on fire.

His fingers wrapped around my knees and his mouth met my thigh, kissing, licking, moving upward as my legs threatened to give out. He lifted one, hooking it over his shoulder and putting my entire sex inches from his face. I steadied myself with my hands in his long hair, gripping hard enough to unfurl a noise from deep in his chest. The vibration of it sent a pulse straight to my clit. “I told you I liked the view from down here.”

“The view from up here is monumentally underrated.” I tossed my head back at the first feeling of his warm mouth over the thin material of my panties. I was wet and writhing, canting myself toward his lips to feel it again. He hummed, licking me over my thong and taking the strip of material between his teeth to drag it to the side, exposing me.

“I’m going to eat your pussy, Tally. Until your knees give out and you’re nothing but a puddle for me to carry to that bed.”

“Please.” My knees nearly buckled then and there. His head got lost between my thighs and his tongue parted my core in one aggressive lap that I swore I’d remember the feeling of for the rest of my life. Pass after pass it became harder to breathe or stay quiet; I lost myself in the pleasure of Mateo going down on me. He was thorough and practiced, a quality I might raise an eyebrow at if I were in a stable state of mind, but in the throes of it I was silently thanking all the women who may have come before me to train this man well.

His tongue circled my clit languidly, rotating between flicking and sucking, making it impossible to tell where the slick of his spit ended and my drenched arousal began. A very familiar feeling I’d only ever replicated with a vibrating toy started in my pelvis, spreading like warm water to my thighs. My body keeled in on itself, limbs going numb and worthless and I dug my nails into the back of his neck to keep myself upright.

“Fuck, you’re good,” I managed.

“If the taste of you gets me this fucking hard I’m a goner when you let me inside.”

He licked a spot that made my eyes flutter shut and I pressed his head harder against it, moving him where I needed the friction. My hips met his mouth and I bucked on his tongue until my legs started shaking and his promise came to fruition. A broken, begging noise squeaked out of me and his fingers tightened around my thighs.

“Ride my face until you come on it,” he groaned. “Please. I need it, Tal, I need you to.”

He needed me to.

Nothing pipelined an orgasm like a desperate man pleading for it. My stomach tightened, pleasure reaching a peak as my jaw went slack. He curled one thick finger inside of me, taking me by surprise, and the rush of my climax slammed violently to a brink in three short strokes. I came so hard my vision blurred and my brain and body seemingly disconnected at the wire because when I reentered a stable plane of existence, I realized I hadsoakedhim. My thighs, his cheeks—the shining evidence of my earth-shattering orgasm was even dripping down his neck. I went from boiling over the edge to ice queen in seconds.

“Oh my god,” I panicked, slipping my knee off his shoulder.

“Oh…my god,” Mateo repeated.

His breath was coming in uneven bursts, eyes blown wide and dark as fucking obsidian. He licked his lips and I startedwiping his face with my hands which did nothing but coat us both more. “I’m so sorry.”

“Sorry?” He tugged my hand away from his face and pulled me closer. “You’re seriously apologizing for that? God, what kind of morons have you been with? That was the hottest fucking thing that’s ever happened to me, Natalia.”

A nervous laugh bubbled from my throat; it was the only reaction I could find beyond utter disbelief. Looking down, his cock was pitching his briefs so aggressively I could see the entire outline of it. “Are you serious? I just…”

“Squirted on my face. And I want you to do it again.” He stood, taking me with him to the bed. I fell flush against the sheets and he pushed his briefs down his legs, his erection springing free and full. “And again,” he said, moving to my panties and ushering them off. “And again.” He spread my knees apart, folding his body into the space left open and settling his shaft against the apex of my thighs.

Mateo’s mouth and his strong, warm body slid against mine. His pulse drummed against my chest more fiercely with every lock of our lips, and every tangle of our tongues brought me closer and closer to another peak. I thought that this type of undeniable, devastating chemistry only existed in my dreams. It was more than lust—wemeshed. We enjoyed one another, connected on a personal level that made it easy to be here doing this with him after one measly date. Everything between the two of us clicked like a latch into place.

I reached to my bedside drawer blindly, rustling around for a tiny box and a foiled condom then pressed it into the palm of his hand.

Mateo paused.

“I haven’t had to use those in months,” I rushed out. “I haven’t been with anyone. I’m clean.”

He shook his head, rubbing the head of his cock more deliberately against my already soft and begging entrance. “You’re my hero right now.”

“I am?”

“I didn’t have one. I thought I was fucked.”

“Not fucked,” I said sarcastically.

He laughed. “Not fucked.”

I took the condom from him, opening it without ever breaking his eye contact. The room blurred around us and the air became thicker, like everything except the two of us was dripping in a melting pot. My fingers curled around his shaft and I pumped, smoothing a bead of precum over the tip with my thumb. Mateo started kissing me again as I rolled the condom down and guided him back between my legs.

“How do you want me?” he asked tersely. My brows furrowed; I didn't think that would be an option. It was new territory to have a partner who didn’t think he knew what I wanted without working for it.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been asked that question,” I said honestly. My pussy was thrumming for him, every cursory graze of his tip driving me crazy.

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