Page 88 of Hostile Rival
“I could spit on it first to get you started?”
His throaty rumble gets me off without even trying. “You’re driving me crazy. I think you like being in control.”
I frown, analyzing the way I’d felt the afternoon we first met.
“I don’t really know how to explain it. For some reason, the thought of a hot, younger guy, specifically you, wanting me…being so overcome with desire that you’d stroke yourself hard and get horny just looking at me. Yeah…that buzz excited me.” I swallow. “I suppose part of it is having the power to keep you at arm’s length, while knowing you’re really turned on too…that you could snap at any second and fuck me…but you have to fight it.”
Matheus chuckles. “Your hot little fantasy wish is about to come true. But you’re not allowed to get yourself off. That’s all mine.”
I shiver at that. Or maybe it's the coldness rushing down my spine when he backs away and gets onto his knees on the mattress, spine straight and his messy hair draping his brow.
He sits back on his shins, his chestnut eyes wandering all over me. “If I’m not allowed to touch you, then you’ll do it for me.”
I nod. But before I obey, I get onto all fours and crawl toward him. His hand is on his dick already, lazily moving it up and down. Gathering a wad of saliva in my mouth, I lean over the silky head and spit. He sucks in through gritted teeth as the wetness sweeps up with his hand movements.
My heart rate picks up when he growls, low and strained. “If you want this to work, you’d better get to the other side of the bed.”
“Are you going to come for me, Matheus?” I ask, biting my bottom lip and scooting backward. “I’ll clean up the mess you make when you give me what I want.”
My thighs clench at his tight expression—almost feral and ready to pounce. The muscles in his abdomen tighten like a drum and his nostrils flare.
Stroke after stroke, his breathing picks up. I run my fingers over my nipples and wish his mouth was there instead. His dick grows harder, thicker––fuller by the second.
“You get off knowing I’m into you, yeah?” He breathes deeply, still sliding his hand up and down. I move my fingers to my pussy and whimper when his eyes follow. “Because I am. Like really into you. So, this…” His voice strains as he breathes. “…this is really testing my limits.”
“If it helps, I’m very,verywet, for you, Matheus.” My breath hitches. “I miss your hands all over me…around my neck…on my breasts.”
“Dani,” he warns, panting and pumping himself faster. “Careful I don’t shove this boner down your throat.”
I lie back on my elbows and bring my knees up, spreading my legs to let him see. “Look…this is what you want, but it’s out of bounds right now.”
“Not for long.” His eyes darken.
“What gets you off?” I ask, gawking at his taut chest and hard-working hand.
“You…this…us,” he hisses.
I smile and bite my lip, suddenly a little shy. “Be more specific,” I demand breathlessly.
“I could never figure out what really pushed my buttons.” He begins, inhaling through his nose. “But then it just happened. One day, there you were––warm, soft, and naked. Then the next day you were kitted out in combat gear, shooting a semi-automatic.” He growls from deep in his chest, making my clit throb. “The rush I’d felt when you killed those guys…Jesus fuck.” A shiver catches him off guard and he bows his head, breathing through it. “Watching you in action seems to be my fetish. Feeding offyourpower…fuck…baby…I’m going to come already.”
My cheeks are flushed, and my skin is on fire. “Don’t stop talking…”
His cheek dimples and a dirty, deep grunt escapes the back of his throat. “Seeing you fight that guy in Di Rossi’s wine cellar, in that dress…that was hot. Really fucking hot.”
On his last word, he starts working faster, violently punishing himself until he comes, snarling as it spurts onto the bed sheet and clings to his fist. His head tips back as he roars, making his stomach muscles contract.
God, he’s beautiful.
“Matheus,” I sit upright and lick my lips, so damn needy.
“Get over here.” He orders. “Sit on my cum so it touches your skin.”
His eyes burn like fire when I take my time to crawl across the bed and find the creamy pool. I rest my shins on it and face him, my heart pounding.
“Was that good for you?” he asks.
I nod and reach for his hand, bringing it to my mouth. Licking it, I swallow his cum and suck his thumb into my mouth.
