His finger picked up speed, prolonging the quick orgasm shattering through me.
“Matteo,” I moaned, trembling in his arms.
He grinned. “So beautiful. If I never had another orgasm, watching you come apart in my arms would be just as satisfying.”
“Please. Tonight,” I pleaded, watching him bring his hand up to his mouth.
“No,” he said, sucking the juices from my body off of his finger. His nostrils flared, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down when he swallowed. “Fuck. Me.”
“Matteo, you can’t do this to me.”
In a quick move, he cupped my nape. His fingers dug into my neck, gripping me in a firm hold. “Don’t you dare fucking tell me what I can and can’t do.”
“But…I…”
“Little girl, if we were anywhere else, I would bend you over my lap and spank your ass for being demanding. But you’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you?” he asked, tilting my head.
“Yes,” I said, not able to meet his gaze.
“Look at me,” he demanded. “If you don’t,” he leaned down to my ear. “I’ll have to find other ways to punish you.” He sat back, rubbing the dark scruff of his jaw.
With shaky hands, I rubbed them down my thighs, smoothing out my crumpled skirt. The orgasm he had given me, in public no less, still brewed. I ached. For him. I yearned to have him inside of me.
“Tell me what you’re thinking, sweet girl,” Matteo said, his voice gentle this time. He grabbed my hand, brushing his thumb over my palm.
“I’m thinking how much I want you. And…” I glanced up. “And…how much it scares me.”
Matteo didn’t say anything, his gaze sliding to our joined hands in his lap.
I opened my mouth to ask him to take me home when he pulled me into his arms. “What are you doing?”
He reached under my shirt.
I slapped his hands away. “Matteo.”
He snarled in the crook of my neck. The light scratchy feeling of his scruff against my skin sent a flutter through my belly.
“Matteo, stop!”
“Stop is not your safeword.” His fingers dug into my sides until I was squirming in his lap.
“Stop. That…that…”
“What?” What does it do?” he asked, pressing his fingers into the sensitive spot under my ribs.
“It tickles!” I cried, attempting to struggle out of his hold.
“It’s supposed to,” he chuckled. “Laugh for me, beautiful girl.”
“No.” I struggled out of his grip but his hold on me only tightened.
“Laugh. I want to hear you laugh. For me,” Matteo insisted, tickling me.
I couldn’t take it anymore. Laughter bubbled from somewhere deep inside of me, bursting forth from within.
“That’s it. Harder.”
I laughed so hard until my ribs ached, tears streaming down my cheeks.
Matteo stopped tickling me and wrapped his arms around my middle. “You’re beautiful when you laugh,” he said, kissing my head. “But you’re absolutely gorgeous when you smile.”
“Thank you.” I sighed, a heavy weight lifting off of me. So many things were holding me down but I could feel Matteo removing them piece by piece.
A throat cleared and I turned around, finding Nika and Cello standing near our table. I had almost forgotten where we were. Lost in my own little world with Matteo. I prayed they had no idea he had given me one of the best orgasms ever only moments before.
“Everything okay here?” Cello questioned, his eyes darting back and forth between Matteo and I.
“Yes,” Matteo answered, leaning back in the booth. He placed his arm casually on the seat behind him. “Why wouldn’t it be?”
“Mae, girl, are you sure you’re alright?” Nika asked me.
“Yes.” Neither of them saw me burst into laughter in so long, it was almost uncanny. They knew how bad my childhood was but they didn’t know every dark and dirty detail. Some things I kept to myself for fear of judgment.
A lump formed in my throat. “Matteo, please take me home.”
He nodded and tapped me lightly on the butt to get me to move.
I slid out of the booth and hugged Nika. “He’s good for me.”
She returned the embrace. “I know,” she said, holding me at arm’s length. “I am surprised.”
“So am I,” I said softly.
Cello pulled me into his arms. “I can’t remember the last time I saw you smile. Don’t stop.”
I didn’t know what to say. Cello and Nika had been there for me. Giving me everything they could. But what I truly needed, only Matteo could provide. I wasn’t even sure exactly what that need was.
We said goodbye to Nika and Cello, with me promising Nika we