Chapter 11 Mateo
MATEO
It’s been a couple of days since the infamous hug.
After leaving Zoe’s room and making sure she was okay, and I hadn’t ruined our friendship because my stupid dick finds her attractive, I returned to my own room where I received a huge lecture from Tomas.
He completely chewed me out. He was disappointed in me for not being able to control myself.
I’m disappointed in myself as well, but come on, when her gorgeous body is pressed against mine, and I’m melting into her hugs the little guy gets confused.
Big guy I mean, he’s definitely not little.
Zoe agreed to pose for me today in my studio.
I’m nervous as we are both alone for the first time since I embarrassed myself.
Tomas is in Barcelona for a meeting, which he left for last night and I was kind of hoping for his calming nature to be a buffer between Zoe and me today.
I know I’m nervous as I rearrange my art studio for the fifth time this past hour.
“Knock, knock,” Zoe calls out as she enters my creative space.
I turn around and see she is dressed in a gorgeous floral silk robe that the stylist bought when Tomas and I ordered clothes for Zoe.
I think she got the wrong idea, but in this moment, I’m happy for that miscommunication because she looks gorgeous.
She’s fresh-faced and her blonde hair is pulled up in a messy bun on top of her head.
Her tanned skin is on display, and thankfully, all bruises have almost faded as it’s been a month since finding her.
“Come in,” I call to her.
She gives me a small smile as she walks into my space, twisting her hands into knots with nerves.
“You don’t need to be nervous. There is no right or wrong way to pose,” I try and reassure her.
“I know, it’s just … you know … I’m not a model.” She waves her hands around the studio.
“It was your essence that has inspired me to paint today. Being around you, your light, your joy has lit a fire in me that won’t stop burning until I’ve got it out on the canvas,” I explain to her.
Zoe nods and bites her bottom lip. “I’m worried about not being good enough for you.”
I rush toward her and wrap my hands around her trembling shoulders. “You’re so fucking perfect, Zoe. I wish you could see what I see.”
Zoe’s sapphire eyes soften as she stares up at me.
“You can go as little or as far as you want today.” I explained to her that I paint a lot of nudes in my studio and that if she felt comfortable, I would love to paint a nude of her.
At first, she was reluctant, but the more I showed her my work, the more she embraced stepping out of her comfort zone.
But now that she is here it looks like she might regret her decision.
“Hold on, give me a sec,” I tell her as I rush out of my studio and into the small kitchenette next to it where there’s a drinks fridge.
I grab a bottle of champagne out of it, pop the cork, grab two glasses, then hurry back, spilling champagne all over my hand in my haste.
“Here, have one of these,” I say, giving her the glass.
“Thank you,” she says with a smile, bringing the glass to her lips and throwing back the entire glass.
I guess she’s nervous.
“It’s just you and me. Tomas is in Barcelona, so no one other than me will be here today while I paint,” I reassure her.
She gives me a nod, and I hand her another glass. This time she sips it. Her cheeks are pink from the earlier glass.
“How about some music?” I suggest as I walk toward where my phone is docked and press play. Sensual Spanish music fills the little studio. My fingers are itching to start, but I must wait for my muse. She finishes her second glass, so I pour her a third.
“Are you trying to get me drunk, Mateo?” She giggles.
“I’m trying to get your nerves drunk not you.” I hand her the glass which she takes from me. Her fingers touch mine and sparks of white heat sizzle between us.
“I like this music,” she says, taking a sip.
“Will you dance with me then?” I ask, holding out my hand to her, hoping it will release her nerves.
She shakes her head. “I’m not a good dancer.”
“Just follow the rhythm,” I say, grabbing her hands and pulling her to me, making her squeal.
I turn her around so my front is to her back and place my hands on her hips, moving her with my own to the seductive beats.
She giggles at the movements, but I can feel her body press back against mine, the couple of glasses of champagne loosening her up.
I move her around the studio to the beats as we laugh and enjoy the moment.
“That was fun.” She giggles, her cheeks flushed after the dance.
She looks so beautiful in this moment. I want to grab her and kiss her, and I want Tomas to as well.
Shit. That is not an image I need right now. It’s been a while since Tomas and I have shared a woman, and now looking into the sapphire eyes of this one, I can’t stop thinking about what it would be like if the three of us were naked in bed together.
“I need a drink after that,” I say, shaking my head after those naughty thoughts invaded my mind. I pour myself a glass of champagne and throw it back in one large gulp.
“You ready to get started?” I ask her. My fingers are primed and ready to go.
Zoe tenses for a moment, I notice her hand shaking as she goes to untie the knot of the robe.
I will not have her nervous around me. I grab the back of my shirt and pull it up over me.
“Mateo, what are you doing?” she squeals as my T-shirt hits the floor.
“What?” I say as I start unbuttoning my jeans.
Her sapphire blue eyes widen. “Why are you taking off your clothes?”
“I didn’t want to make you nervous. So, I thought why not take off my clothes too. Seems only fair seeing as I am asking you to do the same.
She’s speechless, but those sapphire eyes track every movement of mine.
I slip my jeans down and they hit the floor with a thud.
Then Zoe gasps as she realizes I’ve gone commando and she gets an eye full of my dick for the first time.
It’s the natural reaction. He’s enjoying her attention and is thickening as each moment ticks by.
When I look up after kicking my jeans to the side, her face is bright red, and yet she can’t seem to keep her eyes off my dick.
“Now it’s your turn,” I say, raising an eyebrow at her.
She’s frozen.
I take a couple of steps toward her, our eyes locked on each other, her chest rises and falls quickly as the adrenaline has kicked in. My hands reach out to the belt of her robe.
“You can tell me to stop,” I tell her as I play with the knot, but she doesn’t answer.
My fingers untie the robe, and the silky material falls open in front of me.
I audibly take in a breath as I see the first glimpse of her creamy breasts.
My hands move to her shoulders, and I slip the gown over them.
It flutters to the floor. I’m in so much trouble.
Do not touch, Mateo, no matter how much you want to.
My eyes look over her body, following the dips and curves of her.
Fuck, she’s beautiful, her breasts perfect little globes with dusty pink nipples standing to attention.
My eyes trail further down over her flat stomach to what lies between her legs.
She is completely bare. My fists tighten beside me, willing my hands to not reach out and touch her because if I do, I’m going to flip her over the studio couch and fuck her.
I want to fuck her so badly.
My dick aches at the thought of it.
When my eyes look into hers, I see the same lustful thoughts directed back at me.
She can’t look at me like that. Like she wants me as much as I want her.
I’ve never cheated on Tomas. No one has tested us like she is in this moment.
Tomas and I have shared women before, but as our relationship grew and became stronger, we gave up the sex parties and became happy fucking each other.
Until her.
If Tomas could see her now, I know the control he is restraining when around her would crumble as easily as mine has. I notice the way his eyes track her when she walks into the room. He’s not as subtle as he thinks he is.
“Where do you want me?” Zoe asks breathlessly.
Fuck, where do I want her?
I want her spread open on this couch. I want my tongue lapping at her pussy. I want Tomas’s dick shoved down her throat as I listen to her choking on it.
“I … I …” I’m speechless. Words escape me in this moment. “I want you on the couch.”
Zoe nods and turns on her heel showing me her perfect peach of an ass. She sits on the edge of the couch, and those blue eyes look up at me, waiting, wanting.
I walk toward her, and she visibly swallows, her chest rapidly moving the closer I get to her.
My hands land on her shoulders and I feel it, the zap, the zing of electricity between us and I know she feels it as well as she lets out a little gasp.
I press her shoulders back so she is lying down, her head resting on the cushion.
It would take nothing for me to jump on top of her and plow into her and, fuck, do I want to. But I am here to paint her.
“Move to your side for me.”
I watch as she moves.
The room is filled with suffocating sexual tension.
“Now can you move this hand?” I say, tapping her right hand.
“And place it under your head as if you are lazing there.” She follows my command.
“Now bend this leg out,” I ask, grabbing her right leg and bending it.
“Now, keep this one straight.” Which she does following my instructions.
I take a deep breath because I’m not sure if she’s going to be on board with what I am about to ask.
“I want your left hand to fall naturally between your legs.”
Those blue eyes widen at my request, but she doesn’t move.
I move away, giving her room to feel comfortable. I pull my chair up to where my canvas is and pick up my bit of charcoal. I’m going to sketch her form first then I’m going to fill it in with color.
She watches me setting up but still hasn’t moved her hand into the position I asked.
I hop up again and pour us another glass of champagne.
She takes it and knocks it back.
I take the glass back and move to my position.
She sucks in a deep breath and finally does what I asked, her hand falling between her legs.
I hold back a groan and busy myself with sketching her.
I get myself in the zone, and all I see is her shape.
I sketch like mad, like a man possessed.
I sketch for a little while then concentrate on her face.
She is probably going to think I’m the biggest creeper but what I’m creating will look spectacular.
“Zoe.” My voice surprises her after being so silent.
“Yes?” she whispers.
“You trust me, don’t you?”
She’s surprised by my sudden question. “Of course I do.”
“I want you to touch yourself.”
“What?”
Yeah, I would probably be wearing that same face if someone asked me to do the same as well.
“I want you to bring yourself to orgasm. I need to see your face experiencing pleasure. That’s what I’m trying to capture.” I give her a big smile, waving the near-empty bottle at her face. “Do you need more champagne?”
“I think I’m going to need something stronger than champagne.” She grimaces, but it’s not a no.
“I have tequila in here somewhere.” I jump up and riffle through some of the cupboards … yes. I grab the bottle and hand it to her.
She takes a big gulp of it and winces.
Then it’s my turn. I need it to settle my nerves.
She takes another big gulp, and her cheeks instantly turn pink. She places the bottle on the floor, and I notice her hand snaking down her body towards the cleft of her thighs. She opens her legs a little, then I watch as her fingers sink into her perfect, pink pussy.
I let out a sigh. “Fuck, that’s beautiful.
” I watch as her fingers work inside herself.
They are slick as they slide between her folds, her wetness echoing through the studio.
When my hand comes out and catches her wrist, her eyes widen.
I can smell her musky scent already. I move her wrist toward my mouth, and I suck her wetness off her fingers.
“Mateo,” she gasps.
“Keep going.” I move away from her, back to my canvas. I watch as her fingers move back and forth through her slickness, my cock is rock hard.
Her eyes are shut as she finds a rhythm, her breath hitches each time she touches her clit, and I love hearing that sound. She’s panting and moaning, she must be close, so fucking close.
“What the hell is happening here?” Tomas asks from the doorway.
Everything stops.