Page 15 of Come Alive
“Your cunt is so fucking wet. Aren’t you afraid someone will hear us? Or is that what you want? To claim me as yours?” he growled into her ear, nipping at it.
The words egged her on, speeding up her pace, turning her movement erratic. Mateo began to bounce upwards, meeting her beat for beat, panting and groaning as his pleasure mixed with pain, his jeans scratching against his length.
They quickly devolved into a mess of uncoordinated thrusts and moans and grunts. His rationale dissolved as he teetered closer and closer to his release. His hands trailed to her smooth ass and his finger found the rim of muscle there as she continued to bounce.
He wanted to stick his dick in her ass, fill it with his cum, but this would dofor now.
He tested her, pushing it in just a bit mid-thrust, and to his surprise she fell further back onto it. Rocking between his cock in her cunt and his finger in her ass.
“Mat—”
It was his turn to cut her off as he sealed his lips to hers. Consuming her pleasure, amplifying it with his own.
Her ass clenched, tightening around his finger as her cunt suffocated his cock, and that was all it took to shove him unceremoniously over the edge. Carefully, he withdrew his finger from her.
“I love you,” Mateo murmured as he filled her with his cum, his dick jerking inside of her. Claiming her once more as his own.
Yara’s eyes widened, her mouth opened.
“Shhhh, it’s okaymija,you do not need to say it back. Just rest and when you are ready there’s a bathroom we can clean off in.”
Mateo’s attention flicked to outside of the plane. They were still high up in the air, not even halfway into their journey, but he knew once they landed, Yara wouldn’t relax, at least not until they reunited with James.
Chapter 8
James
“Ineed to…I need to talk to you. Can you meet me at my office,please?”
Yara’s words bounced around James’s mind for the thousandth time. He had wanted to yell, to scream at her when she called. But then she spoke. Her previously confident and sarcastic tone was replaced with unease. He had held his tongue.
And even though he buried the thought as deep as he could, it still pulsated: he didn’t want her to disappear on him again. He didn’t want to admit he had gone by her office, online, around town searching for her. But he had never run into her, couldn’t find a trace of what she was up to.
She had essentially vanished after their encounter, and he couldn’t determinewhat had gone wrong. It had felt perfect.
Even with his daughter’s mother, he always knew there was somethingoff, but he had pushed it aside, too busy working and keeping a roof over their head.
But Yara disappearing had triggered him. Completely and irrevocably so.
Reminded him of his daughter being taken from him in the dead of night.
He rode the elevator up to her office. To where he would be meeting her. His arms folded across his chest, his foot tapping in anxiety.
When the doors opened, he walked the short stretch down a hallway to a desk.
The secretary looked up, offering him a demure smile, fluttering her eyelashes at him.
“And how may I help?” she asked, her tone grating against his ears.
“I’m here to meet with Yara.”
The secretary frowned. “There isn’t anything on the schedule, and Yara is currently out, but perhapsIcan help you?”
James wasn’t an idiot. He recognized flirting, but he had zero interest in the woman before him.
“I’ve got him.” A deep voice came from further down the hallway past this woman’s desk.
James whipped his attention to the man marching towards him.
