this what you wanted?” Matteo asked, forcing the pleasure to leave my body in waves.
“Yes,” I cried out, pushing back against him as hard as I could.
“Fuck, Marketa. That’s it. Show me what you want. Grind that cunt against my cock.” He groaned. “Harder.”
Using the side of the vehicle for leverage, I did as he said. “Oh Matteo. Oh God.”
“Harder.” He pinned me against the SUV, holding me tight while our lower bodies remained connected. “I can feel your juices coating my dick, beautiful girl.”
“You feel so good,” I moaned.
His breathing picked up, soft sounds of ecstasy leaving him. He took what he wanted and I gave it in return. “Shit.” He released me, taking a step back. “Kneel.”
I complied, doing as I was told and knelt on the hard ground.
“Open that pretty mouth of yours, Mae.”
My lips parted, my tongue tingling for a taste of him.
Matteo inched his way into my mouth, thrusting hard, bringing tears to my eyes. The taste of our mixed arousal wafted into my senses, heightening the pleasure building between my legs. Knowing I was giving him the pleasure he craved, satisfied me. Although my body ached from the lack of release, it turned me on when I made him come. If only I could…
“Do not touch yourself,” he growled.
I whimpered, pulling my hand away that had been slowly inching between my thighs.
His eyes were dark, taking on a possessive air as he pumped between my swollen lips. His dick lengthened, pulsing hard. My name left his lips on a snarl, his release flowing down my throat like a wave of bliss. “Fuck me.”
I swallowed his essence, tasting every last morsel.
Matteo righted his pants and pulled me to my feet.
My body burned, begging for the release I knew only he could provide. “Matteo,” I whispered.
A wicked glint flashed in his eyes. “Remember when I asked you if you were teasing me and you said no?”
I nodded.
“Orgasm denial is not fun, is it, beautiful girl?”
My eyes snapped to his. “No. It’s not.”
“Next time,” he kissed my mouth. “You’ll think twice about lying to me, won’t you?”
Mae
I woke up sometime during the night, to Matteo sleeping soundlessly beside me. I had noticed his breathing never deepened, his body always remaining stiff and rigid.
After we had driven back to his place and our moment outside, we had gone to bed early. But he still never allowed me the orgasm I craved. The release my body so desperately wanted. Being denied an orgasm didn’t sound as bad as it was. I understood. I didn’t like it. But I got why he did it. Although it was a small lie, I should always be honest with him. Even if it was something as small as whether I was teasing him or not.
His back rose and fell, the jagged pink scars stretching out over his taut skin. His muscles flexed and twitched every time he breathed and I found myself wanting to hurt the people who harmed him. Every time he stared at his reflection in the mirror, it was a reminder of what had happened to him. Like my tattoo.
With a shaky hand, I grazed it down the center of his back, pushing the blankets lower. He was so damn beautiful. Like a caged lion, ready to pounce at any moment for being locked up for too many years.
I kissed his shoulder, trailing light pecks over his upper back. Wanting to erase the nightmares that came along with his scars, I licked and sucked every line. Every bump. Every single scar that marred his tanned skin.
Inching a hand between his legs, I cupped the heavy sac beneath.
His breath hitched, a deep growl rumbling from his chest. His head turned to me, his chocolate brown eyes dark with arousal.
In a quick move, Matteo pulled me under him, kneeling between my spread thighs. Something flashed in his gaze.
My heart sped up, no longer seeing the sadistic man but the vulnerable side of him I knew he didn’t show often. I tilted my head, waiting for him to kiss me. Giving him some sort of control.
A moment of hesitation fluttered through him before he slid his tongue into my mouth. No words were said. No dirty talk. No begging. The only sounds were of our breathing.
As he inched his way into my body, I realized this was the first and maybe the only time I would get him like this. Stripped bare. Completely revealed to me. Making love in a way that was