would have another girls date. And soon.
“They love you,” Matteo said, once we were in his SUV.
“They’re good to me,” I told him, sliding my fingers between his.
“It helps to have friends and family like that.”
“Do you have anyone you’re close with?” I asked him, brushing my thumb over his knuckles. For the first time, I noticed tiny white scars on them. My heart sped up. Something wasn’t right about that.
“No. I don’t like to let people in.”
That was an understatement.
“I am a good listener though.” He winked at me. “But I am close with one of my patients. He had a hard childhood and needed help in dealing with it.”
“Is he okay now?”
“He and his wife have their moments.” Matteo smiled. “But they’ve been together for years. They’re probably the strongest couple I know. I’ve never seen a love as deep as theirs.”
“Love is hard,” I whispered, jealousy twisting in the pit of my belly.
“Yeah. And it can destroy you,” he mumbled, gripping the steering wheel tight.
So. True. I went to ask what exactly he had meant when we pulled up to my apartment building. “Thank you.”
“No.” He pinched my chin. “Thank you, beautiful girl.”
I smiled softly and met his heated gaze.
His pink tongue peeked out, licking along his bottom lip. “Dream of me.”
“I always do.” I cupped his cheek and placed a soft peck on his mouth.
His hand slid to my nape, tilting my head back. “Give me your tongue.”
I slipped my tongue into his mouth igniting a growl to leave the back of his throat.
“Make me hard, Marketa. Make me so fucking hard, I can’t breathe.”
I gasped into his mouth when he pulled me onto his lap.
His hands roamed up under my skirt, digging into the flesh of my rear. “Hard,” he growled.
Undulating my hips against him, I pushed into his pelvis. The heavyweight of his cock pressed into my center. We kept getting interrupted and it only built the tension between us. I had seen him. His big beautiful body but I hadn’t been able to touch him. I hadn’t been able to feel him.
Running my fingers through his thick wavy hair, I tugged his head back and deepened the kiss.
“Fuck,” he snarled, gripping my panties and ripped them clean off my body. Pushing my skirt to my hips, he broke the kiss. “I’m not fucking you in my car.”
“Take me to your place.” I cupped him over his pants. “Please, Sir,” I said, licking up the side of his neck.
“Shit.” He pushed me off of him and turned on the vehicle, pulling out of the parking lot with a screech.
I would have laughed but all I could focus on was him hardening beneath my touch.
Once we reached his apartment, he left the vehicle and trudged around the car to my door. He opened it, pulled me out of the car and crashed his mouth to mine. “Tonight, there will be no fucking interruptions.”
Mae
In a pile of limbs, we crashed to Matteo’s bed. Hands massaged. Fingers kneaded. Clothes ripped. Passion grew. Sounds of frustration and pleasure erupted around us.
Matteo knelt between my legs. “I need you naked. I need you so fucking wet, you ache.”
I panted and straddled his lap. “I am. I am so wet for you.”
His fingers inched between my thighs, pushing through my slick folds. “Your sweet cunt is dripping.”
I grabbed his hand, inserting his finger inside me.
“You want me,” he breathed hard against my neck.
“I want you so bad, it hurts,” I said, moving my hips against his hand.
He pushed me back onto the bed, kissing me fully on the mouth. “You will do as I say for the rest of the night. Do you understand me?”
“Yes.”
“If you so much as defy me, I will punish you. Ask me how.”
“How?” I asked, chewing my bottom lip.
“A woman can only hand so many orgasms before she dries up. If you do not listen to me,” he pushed his finger into me hard, forcing a cry to escape my lips. “I will punish you with orgasms.”
“Okay,” I breathed trying to rock my hips against him.
“Remember your safeword. You still have the upper hand even if I have to punish you. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Sir.” I reached out to touch him when he stopped me.
“You will not touch me.”
“But, Matteo.”
“No. I can’t…” His eyes went cold. “Don’t. I don’t want to have to hurt you.”
Not touching him was punishment all on its own. He allowed my hands to roam over him when he was