Page 77 of Matteo
He closed his hand around my wrist in an iron grip and yanked me toward a door underneath the steps—a storage room of some sort, I soon came to learn, as my back collided with a stack of paper towels and a broomstick. I rubbed my shoulder as Matteo shut the door, clicking the lock in place.
He walked toward me, each slow step sending another jolt of anticipation down my spine. His presence filled every nook of this too-cramped room, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
In the next breath, he claimed my lips in a bruising kiss.
Blood pounded in my ears as I yanked a fistful of his hair. He pulled my dress up and ripped my underwear off, never breaking contact. His fingers delved between my legs to find me already wet, and I moaned into his mouth as he dragged his fingers through my folds.
I pushed him away gently, meeting his blazing eyes.
“You’re mad,” I breathed, ignoring the adrenaline and desire coursing through me.
“I want to lock you in my room and tie you to my bed until you see it.”
“See what?”
“That I would give up everything for you. That there’s no sense in delaying this. That I don’t want lies. ’Cause I wantyou. I loveyou. The longer we keep this secret, the worse it will be for Hannah.”
He was right, and the worst part was that I knew it. But I didn’t want to think about that now.
I looked around and spotted a stack of boxes to his left. Deciding they looked sturdy enough, I guided him over to it. He sat, eyes curious, and followed my movements as I pushed myself between his thighs.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“I love you too,” I murmured, heat burning inside me like an inferno intent on destruction. “I’ll tell her today, but now, please let me taste your cock.”
“Fuck, Ari,” he growled as I lowered myself onto my knees and reached for his belt buckle. “You don’t have to.”
But his hands had already taken over unbuttoning his pants, fumbling and eager. I had to bite my lip not to grin at seeing him so off-kilter. Although, to be fair, so was I.
“I want to.”
The sound of the zipper filled the space between us and I licked my lips. My hands trembled as I wrapped my fingers around his erection. He was smooth and hot, his length thicker than I remembered.
“Tell me if I’m doing it wrong,” I murmured, then gave him a tentative lick.
He let out a hiss as his stomach tightened. He pushed his hand through my hair, grabbing a fistful of it, and when I licked him from the base to the top, his grip tightened.
“Look at me, Ari,” he said harshly, and I raised my eyes to meet his gaze. “Good girl.” Shit, why did those words send sparks of pleasure through me? “Now suck.”
I ran my tongue around the head of his cock, then took him into my mouth, sucking as much of him down as I could handle.
It wasn’t long before Matteo took over, moving my head up and down. He withdrew until just the tip of his cock remained in my mouth, only to thrust all the way to the back of my throat.
“Fuck,” he rasped, repeating the move again while his free hand cupped my cheek tenderly. “This mouth is mine, isn’t it? Every inch of you.” An electric shiver ripped down my spine. “Tell me.”
My answer was a muffledyesand an eager nod.
“Mine,” he said, plunging down my throat in one sharp thrust.
His breaths came fast and heavy while I bobbed my head enthusiastically, the heat in my belly stoking hotter. My nipples and pussy were so sensitive, the lightest friction could tip me over the edge.
I gagged while he continued, up and down.
He caressed my jaw while his tight grip on my hair brought tears to my eyes. There was something intoxicating about this contrast. To know that I had this power over him.
“Can I come in your mouth, my love?” he asked.
I blinked up at him in agreement, and in the next breath, he finished in my mouth with a groan I could feel down to my core. I swallowed every drop, licking my lips while holding his half-lidded stare.
