3. Azra #2
In the corner of my eye, I drink in the way Matteo’s erection pitches a tent in his trousers. The snug fit waters my mouth, and in this exact moment, I realize I’m not solely doing this to make Antonio jealous.
I’m also doing it for myself.
I’ve followed the rules for years, and look where they’ve gotten me. Dumped a mere week before my wedding and traded as if I’m worthless.
I need the confidence booster Matteo’s unwanted attention will reward me, or I’ll run back to Turkey with my tail between my legs mere days from the finish line that was once thousands of miles away.
“Lesson one… don’t ever offer up something you don’t want to give.” Matteo waits for my eyes to lift from his crotch to his face before continuing. “So if that’s something you’ve done, speak now or forever hold your peace.”
This is when I should back down. I’m not overly experienced.
I’ve only been with a handful of men, and our exchanges rarely slid past second base.
My brothers are possessive jerks. If they had any inkling I was in Sicily, planning to marry a member of the Cosa Nostra, they’d be on the first flight here.
They think I’m at art school in France, and although I could carry on with that lie now, I can’t get my mouth to cooperate with my head.
Matteo is a gorgeous man with dark, messy hair, a facial structure sculptors would muse over for months, and a body that feels as firm as it looks.
He acts like God’s gift to women because he is.
Matteo also didn’t lie. A kiss won’t maintain Antonio’s jealousy for long. I need him green with envy, and who better to get him there than the only man he sees as a worthy competitor?
Antonio is a cocky bastard, but he wilted like a picked flower left on the ledge in the peak of summer when our wedding planner told him why we couldn’t convene in his father’s office for the preliminary wedding plans.
I swear he only gripped my arm to keep himself from falling once he discovered his distrust of my word was inaccurate.
Furthermore, sucking Matteo’s dick won’t get me off—I don’t think—but it’ll give me plenty of ammunition to restock the inventory the next time I need to go it alone.
“Azra,” Matteo snaps out, further igniting the fire low in my belly. I’ve never heard my name spoken so sultrily before. “Speak.”
“You told me to only speak if I offered something I didn’t mean to offer.”
Another stretch of silence bristles between us.
It comes with a tension thick enough to cut with a knife.
Then, after undoing the sole button on his trousers, Matteo says, “Take my dick out.”
I want to immediately jump to his command, but something inside me refuses to let him treat me as I’ve been treated my entire life.
“Have you heard of manners?”
He smirks but remains quiet when my hands shoot for his zipper.
Yes, two hands, because I don’t see one being adequate.
With a quick yank, tug, and boing maneuver, his cock springs free, and my eyes bulge.
He’s huge—far bigger than the bananas my bestie and I practiced on when we were certain my brothers would make us die virgins. And his seated position hides inches.
“Now stroke it.”
Noticing how his lips twitch from my quick jump to obey his command, I mutter, “I offered to suck your dick, not stroke it.”
His cock grows thicker and longer in my hand. “We’ll get to that… eventually.”
He scoots to the edge of his seat, his shirt riding up high on his stomach and exposing another two inches. I can barely hear anything over the pounding in my head as he instructs the chauffeur to take the long route to Lombardo.
“I’m going to enjoy every fucking minute of this,” he murmurs under his breath, and desire roars through my veins.
His words aren’t for me, but I stroke him harder and faster, desperate to add to the bead of pre-cum at the crest of his cock before circling my lips around his cut head.
I just know he’s going to taste amazing, but I’m in way over my head, so I don’t pretend to know what I’m doing anymore.
“Show me how to please you.”
With a groan that dampens my panties, he grabs my hand and circles it around his thick shaft before he tightens my grip.
A shiver of pleasure rolls through me when the veins pulsating over his dick throb in response to the firmness and speed of my strokes.
The inner walls of my vagina clench around nothing as I glide my hand up and down his shaft on repeat. The spams are intense, each pump adding more density to the sticky goodness glistening at the top of his dick, and I moan more than I breathe.
Matteo hisses as I cup his balls, and then his hand shoots up to clutch the grab bar. I take his rigid hold as an indication that I’m doing a good job.
I maintain the same speed and pressure until he barks out another command.
“Now kiss the tip.”
With my lips twisted in defiance, I glance up at him.
Manners are free, and despite being figuratively on my knees, I hold all the power right now.
It’s about time Matteo learns that.
His jaw nearly cracks from how tightly he clenches it before he mutters, “Please… kiss the tip.”
His quick fold practically makes me glow. Then, with nowhere near as much hesitation as I should have, I slip off the seat and lower my mouth toward his cock.
It’s even more attention-grabbing from this angle. It rises to his stomach, firm and veiny.
Impatiently, I flick my tongue over the crown, collecting the sticky droplet that has mesmerized me since I removed his dick from his pants, and he buries his hand in my hair.
With my quest to make Antonio jealous forgotten, I keep our eyes locked as I accept Matteo into my mouth for the first time.
I must be in shock. I should stutter and fumble.
Rather, I drag my recently wet lips down his shaft as far as they’ll go before triggering my gag reflex, then pull them back to his head.
My moan hums against his shaft when my sucks on the cut skin of his knob reward me with more pre-cum. It pumps onto my tongue as air whizzes out of my nose.
“You like that?”
I bob my head three times before pulling off him with a pop. I could answer him with words, but why waste precious minutes I could spend devouring him when my expression tells him everything he needs to know?
He tastes delicious, and I’m more than eager for beads of his cum to slide down my throat. Fighting off the overwhelming tingles, I press my thighs together as the unmistakable scent of my imminent arousal fills the air.
“Don’t worry. You’ll get yours,” Matteo murmurs. “If your cunt tastes as good as it smells, I’ll feast on it, and only it, for days.”
His filthy words excite me more. I accept him into my mouth again and again while pumping with my hand the parts of his cock missing out on the warmth of my mouth.
Despite his fingers weaving through my hair, Matteo doesn’t attempt to lead our exchange. He slouches low in his seat, his thighs splayed and a wolfish smirk playing at his lips.
He’s enjoying himself. I’d put money on it.
When I swirl my tongue along the cut ridge of his crown, his teeth catch his bottom lip. I do it again, loving how virile his response was. At the fourth twirl, he sucks in a sharp breath before he rocks his hips upward, piercing the head of his dick back through my kiss-swollen lips.
Steam fills the cab of the car as I pleasure him. I stroke him with one hand while I suck him off with my mouth.
Within minutes, sweat dots his top lip as his grip on my hair tightens.
“Christ… Yes… Lick it,” he murmurs, lust dusting his voice.
While peering up at him with wild, frenzied eyes, I drag my tongue from the base of his cock to the tip.
The softness of his velvety skin over the hardness of steel, combined with his manly scent, drives me wild.
I moan without shame, loving being on my knees to the same degree he loves me on my knees.
I’m so turned on by rewarding him with this gift that the vibrations of my moans almost set him off.
“Fuck,” Matteo groans, throwing his head back.
“Not yet,” I murmur, babbling through a mouth full of cock. I don’t want the fantasy to end yet. When this is over, I have to return to the life where I’d never step over the line like this. This is the first time in twenty-two years I’ve done something solely for me. “I don’t want it to end yet.”
“End?” Matteo stuffs the glistening head of his cock back between my lips. “We’re far from the end. I just don’t want to give you more ammo than you’re already carrying by saying you finished a Caruso in minutes. If I don’t look away, I’ll make a fool of myself.”
His praise showcases a side of me I didn’t know I owned.
I act like a naughty little vixen who’s sucked more dicks than she can count.
On repeat, I bob my head, taking him deeper into my mouth each time, all the while maintaining eye contact.
It’s too intimate for two strangers, too intense, but I can’t look away.
An orgasm bears down on me faster than I expect, even though I’m fully clothed and haven’t been touched yet. My clit throbs as wetness slicks my panties. I don’t even need Matteo’s head between my legs to know how amazing it’d feel. I can imagine every lick, suck, and graze.
My imagination is so wonderful that I might come while performing oral on a man who isn’t my fiancé and not feel the slightest bit ashamed.
“Please.” My plea sounds like a moan, and a deep groan greets it.