Chapter 17 Avery
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Avery
Mateo gripped my hair as I knelt down and pulled his jeans to his ankles. His cock sprang free, precum dripping from the tip. I held his gaze as I leaned forward, swirled my tongue and tasted him.
His grip tightened, his head tipping back as I took him deeper. It’d been so long since I’d done this, but it felt right with him. Every moan I drew out pleased me. I wrapped my hand around the base, stroking as I bobbed my head, all while watching lust dance across his face.
“Fuck,” Mateo moaned.
I raked my nails down the front of his thighs, earning a hiss between his teeth. He pulled my head back and leaned down, brushing his mouth against mine.
“I want to keep sucking you,” I gasped.
“If you do, then I’ll come. And I want to hold out as long as I can. Stand up.”
He pulled me to my feet and I squealed as he lifted me, throwing me over his shoulder with ease.
“Oh my god,” I gasped. “How in the hell did you do that?”
He patted my ass as he carried me toward my bedroom. “Those firefighter muscles, baby. I train to save people just like you.”
“Just like me, huh?”
I laughed as he stepped into my bedroom and tossed me down onto the center of my bed. “Stay there,” he said.
I raised a brow as he left the bedroom. I heard him rummaging through what sounded like his jeans for a moment and then he returned with a condom.
“You just keep those on hand, huh?” I teased. “Who have you been seeing in Whynot?”
“I’ve only had eyes for you. I keep one in my wallet though, because you never know.”
I fought a smile. “Or maybe you planned to seduce me.”
“I hoped to. Been thinking about it for so fucking long, this feels like a dream.”
I propped myself up on my elbows, my stomach flipping as he knelt on the edge of the bed.
His cock was hard, his eyes trained on me.
I drank in the sight of him naked. Light from my bedroom lamps bronzed his skin, turning just the edges of his curls golden brown.
But it wasn’t just how hot he was that did it for me—it was the way the corner of his eyes crinkled when he smiled.
The way his eyes softened when he looked at me.
The way his mustache tipped up like a sexy villain when he smirked.
The firefighter calendar models had nothing on Mateo.
“We’ll take it slow,” he said.
“I don’t want to take it slow.”
He raised a brow as he tore open the foil pack. I slid my hand down to my pussy as I watched him roll the condom over his cock. My fingers brushed over my clit and then pushed inside myself. Fuck, I was soaked. Aching to be filled by him.
“Look at you,” he murmured. “You’re so beautiful, Avery. Are you sure you want to do this?”
“I’m sure. I’m more than sure.” I had no doubts in my mind.
Did I tell him about all the sexy dreams that had woken me up over the last couple years?
Did I tell him that I’d definitely made myself come while thinking about riding that damn mustache?
“I need you. I want you. I’m so fucking wet for you, Mateo.
I need you inside me, to feel you. And there’s so many things I want to . . .”
I trailed off. I knew Mateo was kinky, and he knew I was. Only because it’d come up casually one time while we were talking a few months ago, and since then, it’d lived rent-free in my mind.
“Tell me,” he said as he crawled toward me. “Tell me what you want to do.”
My brain short-circuited as Mateo grabbed hold of my ankles. He pushed my legs apart as he moved on top of me, settling his weight on top of mine.
“Tell me what you want, Avery. I want to hear it all.”
He kissed me, his touch gentle as he pressed his lips to my forehead.
“I want this.” My cheeks flamed. “You know I’m kinky. Or well, I would be if I dated anyone here.”
“I do,” he said. “We’ve never talked about it in depth. You know I am too.”
I swallowed hard. I was nervous but I felt comfortable with him. The thing about Mateo was that I already trusted him. I knew him.
“I just want to be careful,” he said. “I . . .”
I pressed my lips together. I knew what he was asking—could I be kinky again? The last person I dated had shattered my entire life to pieces, and then my dad died. When I first came to Whynot, I’d been such a fucking mess.
But I’d taken the time to heal. I’d gone to therapy. And while there had been things in the sexual part of our relationship that had been manipulative and harmful, I didn’t think that would influence what I wanted to do with Mateo.
“We don’t need to jump into anything today,” I said. “But I want to explore our kinks together, Mateo. And I need you to trust that I would tell you if something goes too far or if it brings up feelings from the past.”
Mateo nodded. “I trust you, Avery. I just would never want to do anything to hurt you.”
“I know.”
“I want to do this again. I want to do this over and over. I don't think I'll ever be able to walk away from you after today.”
He closed his eyes, his forehead still resting against mine.
There were some insecurities between us.
I knew we were both wondering if we were making a mistake.
What if someone found out and tried to ruin things?
What if my brothers found out and stopped being his friend or tried to make things a bigger deal than they were?
What if I fell in love with him but he didn't love me back?
This was the kind of relationship that would ruin me if it didn’t work out. Maybe even more so than the last.
There were so many questions, but no answers.
We were taking a risk. But I couldn’t stop myself from doing so. I’d wanted him for so fucking long and now that I knew he wanted me back—I needed to see what this could be like.
His mustache twitched with a sly smile. “I want to know what sort of kinky things you want to do with me.”
“I’ll tell you all about it after you fuck me senseless.”
Another stupid grin. I wound my arms around his neck, hugging him. Given how horny we were, it was something that was so innocent, but it was needed. Because even if we crossed this line, he was my friend. He would always be my friend.
At least, I hoped that was the case.
“Please,” I whispered.
Mateo let out a long groan. We couldn’t wait anymore.
He sucked in a breath and sat back as he grabbed hold of his erection.
I swallowed hard, lifting my hips to meet the head of his cock.
He rubbed the thick tip against my entrance, his gaze falling on my pussy.
I watched his face as he watched me, moaning as he teased.
I bucked my hips, begging for more. God, I wanted him. I wanted him so fucking bad.
He planted one hand to the side of my head, and I brought my legs up, spreading for him.
“I’ll take it easy,” he rasped.
“No,” I groaned. “I want this hard and fast.”
He shook his head. “You’re killing me, Blue.”
Mateo thrust forward slowly, even with my begging for it to be faster. Inch by inch, his cock filled me, all while I whimpered and gasped, stretching around him. My nails raked down his back as I gripped him tighter, the weight of his body perfect against mine.
“I can feel you milking me,” he gasped. “Fuck, you feel so good. You feel so fucking good.”
I couldn't even form words anymore. All I needed was him to fuck me senseless.
I moved my hips and he met my movement with his own. He thrusted, taking it slow at first, his gaze locking with mine. Between gasps and moans, he never looked away as he started to pump his hips.
There was something between us. Something I've never experienced before with a lover. A connection full of passion and need and lust.
His movements quickened, his cock driving in and out of me. I tightened my grip around him, whimpering as he fucked me harder, the bed squeaking beneath our movements. The full-body relief that came from not only being fucked, but being fucked by him, was so incredibly fulfilling.
I gasped his name over and over, chanting it. My legs locked around his hips, my fingers gripping his hair and dragging him into another full kiss. His tongue danced with mine, the heat between our bodies creating a layer of slick sweat.
“Fuck,” I gasped. “I need you from behind. The angle—”
I squealed as he pulled out and rolled me over. He snatched a pillow from the top of my bed, wedged it beneath me, and thrust back into me so quickly my head was spinning. He tugged a fistful of my hair, holding onto it as his other hand settled on my hips and he thrust deep.
This was the angle that was going to ruin me. My fingers gripped the blankets, my face burying into the pillow as he set a rhythm that drove me wild. My cries were muffled as he fucked me harder, moans leaving me as his cock hit just the right spot.
He let out a string of curses in Spanish and I caught most of them, blushing as he maintained the same brutal rhythm.
“I’m going to come,” I gasped.
“Come on my cock for me, baby,” he grunted. “You look so goddamn good taking my cock like this.”
Fuck. No one had ever dirty talked to me before, not like this. Not in the way I’d always craved.
“Fuck,” he moaned. “I can feel you squeezing me.”
“You’re so deep.”
My words were breathy and muffled from the bed. I was drooling straight into my sheets, the feeling of his body pounding against mine putting me in some sort of trance. I moaned as I felt the edge of my orgasm so close. So fucking close.
Fireworks sparked in every nerve. My orgasm crashed into me and I cried out, tensing as the waves of pleasure took over.
“There we go,” he hummed. “Good girl. Good fucking girl. God, you’re taking me so well, baby. You’re doing so good coming on my cock like this. I love the way you feel.”
His words did me in further, my orgasm stretching out as more pleasure battered me. I panted as I melted into the bed beneath him, feeling his hands grip my hips as he pumped a few more times and then groaned.
He collapsed against me, his breaths as labored as mine. He leaned his forehead against my back, our bodies melded together as we came down from the high of orgasming so damn hard.
“Fuck,” I mumbled.
Mateo chuckled and kissed down my spine, slowly easing out of me. He rolled to the side and left the bed for a moment to throw his condom away. He returned in a blink, settling down next to me and pulling me close.
Our legs tangled together. I pressed my face against his chest, breathing in his scent.
“That was . . .” he trailed off.
“Magical?”
“Life changing.”
I smiled against him. “Agreed.”
“I wanna tell the whole world, Avery.”
I wrinkled my nose. I hated keeping secrets, but I knew we needed to for now. The last thing we needed was everyone up our ass about a relationship. “We have to keep this secret. At least for now, while we figure out what we want.”
“What about your friends?”
I didn’t want to lie to June or Evie. They’d figure it out quickly, though.
“I’ll tell them,” I said. “But they won’t tell anyone else. I trust them.”
“I do too. Evie has known I’ve wanted you for years.”
I gasped. “What?”
Mateo’s smirk told all. “Yeah.”
“I can’t believe she never told me. What a traitor.”
“It’s okay. Worth the wait.” Mateo hummed. “We should definitely seduce Levi.”
The way my pussy reacted to that told me that my entire body agreed. “I’d like that.”
I smiled as Mateo pressed a kiss to the top of my head. I leaned against him, thinking about how right this felt.
“I need to go,” he whispered. “I don’t want to move, though. I want to stay with you like this all day. But the sun is well up and my truck is in your driveway. And if someone knocked on the door right now . . .”
My heart skipped a beat. “Give me two more minutes.”
“I’ll give you the rest of my life.”
My brows shot up and I tipped my head back to look at him. He planted a kiss on my lips before I said anything, his arms tightening around me until we were as snug as possible.
“Two more minutes,” he said softly.
I was going to soak up every second of them.