Matteo pulled a small foil package out of his pocket and handed it to me. “You are in control of this. Right now. If you don’t give me the condom, we aren’t doing what I know we both want.”
“Okay.” I gripped the small package in my hand.
His chest rose and fell, his gaze traveling down the length of my body. “You’re ready for me? Is your pussy nice and slick?”
“Yes. I’m ready for you.”
Unbuckling his belt, he slowly unbuttoned his pants.
Never in my life would a man undoing his pants be considered hot. But watching his thick fingers grip the fabric of his pants and slowly spread them open sent a shiver down my spine.
Fingers that had been inside me, touched me, gave me the best orgasms I had ever experienced. Was it wrong that we hadn’t known each other for that long and I wanted him this much? Did it scream that I was easy? That I would do anything when a man paid me a little attention.
“Mae?” Matteo leaned over me and brushed a hand down my cheek. “Where did you go?”
“I’m fine.”
“Stop lying to me.” He kissed my neck and trailed his finger down the center of my body. “Safeword and everything stops.”
“You can use it too,” I whispered.
His gaze shot to mine, the small muscle in his jaw ticking. “The safeword is for you. I know what I can handle. Do you?”
“From you? I have no idea. But I’m willing to find out.” I sat up and hooked a finger in the belt loop of his pants, pulling him closer to me. “Please.”
“Give me both of your hands,” he demanded and pulled his belt out of the loops with a snap.
My heart skipped a beat, my core quivering at the sound. All I could think about was feeling the leather on my skin, heating my body with a desirable warmth.
Matteo took my hands, wrapped the leather belt around my wrists and pulled them taut above my head. “Safeword?”
“Santos,” I breathed, arching under him.
He buckled the belt around my bedpost. “If your fingers start to tingle, let me know. Other than that, the only word I want leaving your mouth is your safeword.” He gripped my chin, tilting my head back. “Do you understand me?”
“Yes.” My stomach twisted. But I wanted to touch him. I wanted to feel his muscles move under my hands.
“Don’t look so disappointed.” He turned my head, capturing my gaze in the mirror on my dresser. “You look beautiful restrained by my leather.” He brushed his thumb over my mouth. “I’m going to destroy you.” He lowered his zipper and leaned into me, pressing his pelvis into my core.
The feel of his thickness pressed against my center ignited my skin on fire. The need for this man burned through me.
“Look at me,” he demanded, nipping my neck.
I turned my head, glancing between us and swallowed hard.
Matteo had a firm grip on his cock. Veins protruded from the length. He was thick and hard. The tanned beauty of his body proud and ready for me. “Do you see what you do to me, Marketa? Look at how hard I am. For you.” His hand stroked up and down his length. Up. Down. Up. And. Down.
My mouth watered. I could watch him touch himself for hours. He was a man who knew how to please his own body. And it definitely knew how to please mine.
“Spread your legs wider. Open for me, Mae.”
I did as he said and waved the condom package back and forth in my hand.
A wicked grin spread on his face. He took it from me and kissed me softly on the mouth. “Last time.”
“For what?”
“Next time I touch you, it won’t be gentle.” Proving his point, he gripped my inner thighs and spread me open as far as possible.
My muscles burned, spreading a warm heat over my skin.
The sound of the foil wrapper opening sent a surge of energy through my body. I arched under him, waiting. Ready.
“Mae?” a soft female voice said from the other side of my bedroom door.
Matteo paused, glancing between the door and me. “Fuck.”
“I…” I didn’t know what to do. I never brought guys home to my place. Nika was always the one leaving a sock on her door. But me? I had my nose in a book.
I went to get up when I remembered that my hands were strapped to the bedpost by his belt. Oh