Wild Pitch (Dominating the Diamond Book 1)

CHAPTER 61

I toss and turn while Leila sleeps soundly a few feet away. Another hour ticks by, and a glowing four from Leila’s nightstand confirms that I won’t be able to drift off without Mateo.

My mind made up, I climb out of the trundle bed and sneak into the hallway in one of Mateo’s shirts and a pair of his joggers. I pull his niece’s door shut behind me and nearly ruin my surreptitious exit with a scream when someone grabs my shoulder in the dark hallway.

“About earlier,” Reyes says while my heart is still pounding. “When I said that I love listening to you sing, which I do–”

He trails off, and I can feel his heart racing beneath my palm.

“I need to tell you something, but I’m worried it’s too soon,” I whisper.

Instead of answering, he takes my hand and leads me to the car. When he opens my door, I climb in without questioning.

His thumb drums the steering wheel as he pulls away from the curb. When I tell him the address of my hotel, his nervous fidgeting stops, and he turns to me with a smile that could ruin my world if it didn’t already revolve around him.

“Are you trying to seduce me, Mistress Ramirez?”

I can’t help laughing at the title. Or his cheesy tone. Or the way he turns and waggles his eyebrows at me as he says it.

“Please tell me you didn’t watch those movies again and call them research,” I say.

He tosses his phone in my lap and tells me to open the folder marked M. Within the folder, there’s only a single app. It’s a relatively new one, still working out a few kinks. Literally and figuratively.

“What’s the M for?” I ask.

“Mami,” he says, as if that should have been obvious. “Open the app.”

He’s clearly spent a while in the kink consent app. He’s gone through a number of the daunting six hundred kinks, marking all of his interests as ‘inexperienced’ except for wax play, temperature play, erotic massage, femdom, and pegging–all of which he rated with high interest.

“When did you work on this?” I ask. It doesn’t make sense that he could have done this before our last night together. And if he’s done it since–did he believe we would get back together?

“I started working on it after I dropped you off at your moms”.” His voice is strained but without accusation. “I had a lot of free time for those couple days because I couldn’t bring myself to leave Texas until I knew you were safely on a plane back here. I think a part of me was in denial, too. It gave me something to focus on.”

“I’m sorry–”

“Don’t be. I missed you, but now that you’re here with me, I don’t want to even think about missing you.”

“Since I brought it up, I should probably find a way to distract you, then,” I say.

His side-eyed look is suspicious, but his wide nostrils flare from his effort not to smile. I reach across the center console and thank all that is holy for joggers. Palming him through his shorts, I tease him until his dick is hard and the dark circle of precum spreads on the heathered gray material.

“Sierra–” he groans.

I pull back. Even if I weren’t concerned about his ability to drive on the verge of orgasm, I’m not about to let him come this easily. It’s hard to make shimmying out of joggers while buckled in the car sexy, so I go for the most efficient way to drop them on the floormat. I watch him watching me through the rearview mirror and raise one foot to the dashboard.

I’m already wet, and Reyes turns down the volume of his classical music playlist to listen to me finger myself. I get so caught up edging us both, it takes me a while to realize that I’ve distracted him into making a wrong turn somewhere.

“We’re going the wrong way,” I say.

“No, I’m not.”

For a second, I think he’s going to be one of those partners who insists they’re never lost and refuses to ask for directions when they clearly are. But then he turns to me with a spark in his dark eyes and reaches for my pussy.

I slap his hand away, but he just grins harder and sucks my juices from his fingers with the lewdest moan I have ever heard.

“Keep your eyes on the road,” I say because he makes the sexiest noises, and I’m one low moan away from throwing safety to the wind and swallowing his dick down just like this.

He’s still laughing when he pulls off onto an isolated vista point overlooking the bright city lights and dark waves against a darker sky.

“Can I take my eyes off the road now, mami?”

“As if you could ever keep them off me.”

I laugh, but he keeps his eyes trained forward. When I thought my pussy couldn’t get any wetter, I realize he’s literally waiting for permission.

It’s a realization that makes my swollen clit throb.

Resting my hand on his thigh, just close enough to tease his dick with one finger, I lean across the console and kiss his neck. I graze my teeth along his jawline. I trace my tongue along the shell of his ear.

I don’t answer until he shivers.

“No. And keep your hands on the wheel, too.”

He doesn’t move, but he white-knuckles the steering wheel when I set his cock free. I waste no time sinking down and taking him between my lips the way I wanted to the entire drive.

“Shit, Sierra,” he groans when I drag one nail lightly across his balls. I cup him, caressing the soft skin with my thumb until his dick jerks against my bottom lip. “I’m not going to last long like this.”

“You better not come without permission,” I murmur with my lips sliding down the side of his dick.

“Or what–fuck!” He cuts his own bratty comeback off when I lick my way sloppily up his length and swirl my tongue around the head. “You might have to punish me. Because–mmm, oh god.”

I slurp and gag until he sounds like he’s about to snap the steering wheel into pieces. It’s hard to get a good angle in the car like this, but I take him to the back of the throat and use my hand to stroke the rest of him.

When his body tenses, I pull back. He keeps his gaze forward, but I don’t miss the way his eyes flash and darken when I wipe the mess of spit and precum from my lips. Without giving him permission to look anywhere else, I grab his hands and move them to the headrest.

“Keep them there,” I say.

He nods like the good boy he is, and I lower my hand to his chest. Leaning across his body in the cramped space, I manage to recline the seat without looking completely graceless and push him back as far as the space allows.

It doesn’t matter that I can barely fit in his lap; I climb over the console to straddle him. I grind my wet panties against him as I lean over to grab my phone and scroll until I find what I need.

“These are my latest STI results,” I say, handing him the phone, “and I have an IUD.” Holding up a foil wrapper, I add, “I need to feel your cum dripping out of me. But, if you don’t have STI results, or you aren’t comfortable, I have a few c–”

He hands me his phone and STI results before I can finish my sentence. Mateo swipes the condom from my hand and tosses it along with my phone into the passenger seat.

“Please, mami.” Mateo begs and slides his hand up my thigh to rub me through my panties before dipping his thumb beneath the wet fabric.

I rise enough to let him pull my panties to the side and position his cock at my entrance. He moans my name, and I whimper his as I sink down, taking him slowly inch by inch until I’m stretched, and full, and fighting every urge to ride him to a hard and fast orgasm. Taking my cue from the way he kisses me, I take my time with him, relishing every flex of the hard chest beneath my hands.

He may enjoy giving me the control I need in the bedroom–and the locker room and car–but I lose myself in him. One minute, his hands are under my shirt, squeezing my small tits until I’m whimpering about wanting him to mark me. The next, I’m sprawled on top of him, bodies pressed tight, tongues exploring each other’s mouths as my hips roll and his rise to meet me.

Grabbing his wrists and holding them over his head again, I give in and grind erratically on him. His name echoes in the small space, and my hips don’t stop until the last wave of my orgasm crashes through me and leaves me limp, weak, and seeing stars.

I’m still floating on aftershocks when Mateo frees his hands from my grip and pushes me back against the steering wheel. The horn honks once, but his thumb finds my clit again while he thrusts up into me, and I have to lean against the wheel for support.

It doesn’t take much to drive me and my overstimulated clit right back to the edge. My hands scramble for anything to hold onto. My core begins to tighten. I am hot and cold, moaning his name with my head tilted back and my eyes closed.

“Please–” Mateo starts to beg, but the sounds of his desperation and the feel of him losing control beneath me is more than I can handle.

“Yes,” I moan. I think I nod, but it’s hard to focus on what my own body is doing when his is making me feel so good. “Now.”

He ruts up into me and shouts my name. That’s all it takes. I fall apart with his come inside me.