Chapter 34
Chapter
Thirty-Four
WREN
T he ache between my thighs that's been building since we first left the house is almost unbearable by the time we leave the restaurant.
Matteo isn’t helping now that he’s rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt, leaving a view of the muscular veins popping every time he turns the steering wheel. If I wasn’t already so turned on, I would be embarrassed at the fact that I probably have a wet spot on the back of my dress.
“Did you have fun tonight?” Matteo’s gravelly voice cuts through the sexual tension that’s swirling around us.
“I did, thank you.” I smile at him. “Delaney is going to be so pissed she didn’t get to come.”
“Plan your girl’s night with her, and I’ll take care of the rest.”
“Matteo, no. That’s too much. We’ll do it eventually. Maybe when I’m working again. I know Cain isn’t going to hire a replacement for me while I’m laying low, but it still sucks to not have money coming in.” Working in the service industry doesn’t exactly come with paid time off.
“I’ll get you a credit card. I should have done that already, but I completely forgot,” he says as he rests his hand on my thigh.
“Are you high again? Maybe Aldo slipped you a mickey thinking it was funny,” I say as I study him, but he just bursts out laughing again. “What?” I don’t think I’ve seen this man laugh so much in the entire time I’ve known him.
“Fuck, you’re funny.” He laughs. “But no, Aldo did not slip me a Mickey. I can’t wait to tell him you just said that.”
“Don’t tell him that! He’s going to think I’m crazy!”
“Wren, I hate to be the one to break this to you, and I mean it in the best way possible, but you are fucking crazy.” I narrow my eyes. “What?” he asks, taking his eyes off the road to look over at me. “Don’t give me that look. Luckily for you, I happen to love your type of crazy. It keeps me on my toes.” He winks as his finger lightly traces designs on the leg that’s showing from where the dress has risen up, exposing my upper thigh. Goosebumps pepper my skin from the feeling.
“Cold?” Matteo asks as he feels a shiver run through my body.
“No.” Our eyes lock, the sexual tension in the car igniting even more to where it almost feels suffocating.
Matteo turns his attention back to the road, casually slipping his hand under my dress. His nostrils flare as he cups my bare pussy. “You were sitting across from me the whole time with no panties on?”
“I couldn’t wear them with this dress. I didn’t want the lines,” I barely get out as I struggle to breathe. The feeling of his rough hands on my smooth skin will forever make the cat purr .
“If I slide my finger through your pretty slit, what will I find? Will I find you soaked for me?” Matteo rumbles.
“Yes,” I gasp as I spread my legs as far as the car will let me. One knee rests against the car door and the other against the center console. I have no shame. All I can think about is easing this ache. An ache that’s only for Matteo.
“Fuck.” Matteo slams his foot on the gas as a finger slides through my wet slit, circling my entrance. “That’s what I thought. Fucking soaked,” he growls.
The rest of the ride back to the house passes by in a blur. Matteo continues to tease me but never penetrates, refusing to give me what he knows I want. He applies pressure to my clit, quickly picking up a pace that has me arching my back. I need more. I need him.
“Matteo,” I whine, trying to lift my hips, hoping he will get the hint, but I’m stopped by the seat belt.
“What is it? Are you needy, baby? A little achy?” Matteo murmurs. “Once we’re home and in our bed, I’ll take care of you. I’ll give you everything you need.”
My dress feels too tight as my breasts strain against the material. I need to feel his rough hands running up and down my body, leaving no skin untouched. This ride feels like it’s taking days when, in reality, it’s only twenty minutes.
Matteo hasn’t let up on my clit, making me cry out. The tingle at the base of my spine comes on fast as my walls start to flutter. “Nooooo,” I whine as his hand trails back down my leg. “Don’t stop.”
“You’ll come when I say you can fucking come, and it’s not going to be in my fucking car. When I do allow you to come, it’ll be on our bed with my cock buried so far in your tight cunt.” His rumble echoes throughout the car as he puts the fingers that were just on me in his mouth, sucking any evidence of me off of him. “Mmmm. I knew you would be my favorite dessert.”
Holy fuck.
I didn’t know they actually made men like this in real life. All I’ve done the last couple of weeks is read about them, but experiencing it firsthand? It feels like my vagina is about to combust if I don’t have his dick in me within the next ten seconds.
My eyes are glued to the massive bulge in his pants. The material is straining against his hard cock that’s just begging for me to let him out to play.
Licking my lips, I reach out, stroking it from the outside of his pants.
“Don’t,” Matteo hisses. “I won’t last thirty seconds if you touch me right now.”
My walls clench at his admission. Knowing that he’s equally affected is making my control about to snap, not that I’m under the delusion that I actually have any control here.
Throwing the car in park, Matteo whips open his door. “Don’t move.”
He doesn’t bother adjusting himself as he rounds the front of the car, whipping my door open just as fast. I grab the hand he has held out for me, wasting no time heading inside.
I hear Matteo sharply inhale, making me look back over my shoulder. “Something wrong?”
“Your greedy pussy soaked through your dress,” he growls before he unfreezes, eating up the distance between us. I have one foot on a step before I’m thrown over his shoulder. This time I want it. This time, I can’t wait for him to throw me around and claim it. He’s the type of man that will devour it.
“Matteo,” I breathe out as he throws me down on the bed, the fluffy duvet making me bounce slightly.
This man is looking at me like I’m his next meal .
He doesn’t say a word as he slowly unbuttons his shirt, his gaze hungrily raking over me. My body feels like it’s on fire. The dress feels too constricting. Reaching my arm behind me, I slowly start to drag the zipper down.
“Stop,” Matteo bites out, making me freeze and raise my eyebrows. “You teased me all night long with that fucking dress, your gorgeous leg on display, making me fight the urge to take my knife out and cut that slit even further until my glistening cunt was on display. And I would have fucking seen it. Do you know why?” he asks, but I’m getting the vibe that he doesn’t want to actually hear my answer. “Because it’s mine. Now, you sat across from me the whole night with no fucking panties on. So don’t you dare take away my pleasure of stripping that dress off of your delicious fucking body, Wren.”
“I’m—I’m sorry,” I choke out as his belt hits the floor. I thought the car felt suffocating because it was a tight space, but I’m starting to think that it was just him. This is what he does to me. It feels like nothing is enough to break this intense feeling that is swirling around us, ready to suck us in.
“What are you sorry for, tesoro ?” Matteo rasps, giving his weeping cock a hard stroke. The purplish mushroom tip is begging for just a lick. “Stand up.”
If I wasn’t so turned on, I would have been fucking mortified at how quick I jumped up, so eager for any little scrap he’ll throw my way.
Matteo lightly sweeps my hair off my shoulder, whispering a finger across my collarbone, tracing the outline of my heavy breasts that are aching for his touch. He leans in, inhaling deeply. “Your scent is intoxicating, tesoro . You have no idea what effect you have on me. The amount of control that’s needed every day to not fuck you every waking minute.” His hand lightly trails back to my collarbone and down my back until it hits the zipper on the dress. “I thought the night in my office would take some of the edge off, but it hasn’t. If anything, it made it fucking worse because now I know how well you respond to my touch. How well you take me. You’re an addiction that was created just for me. So here I am, Wren, a junkie waiting for you to latch on and never let up.”
“I’m ready,” I whisper as I feel the zipper hit just above my ass. I step back slightly, giving him room to slide the dress over my hips, letting it fall softly on the floor.
“Thank fuck,” Matteo growls before claiming my mouth. I don’t make him work for it. My mouth opens, and his tongue slips inside immediately, dominating the kiss. Owning what is his. It’s not romantic. It’s rough and raw. The pent-up sexual tension finally explodes.
I grip Matteo’s broad, muscular shoulders to center me as we both rip away for air. Matteo’s hands settle on my hips, nudging me back towards the bed.
“Lie back, tesoro . Let me worship you.”
“No one has ever wanted to do that before,” I say softly. There’s an emotion working in his eyes that I can’t place because I don’t think I’ve ever seen it before.
“That’s because no one has deserved you. Until now.”
I can barely breathe as I slide further up on the bed until my head is resting against Matteo’s pillow. He’s quick to follow, hovering above me, caging me in with his arms. His warm breath hits my neck, sending a tingle down my spine. The emotions I’ve never felt before are caught in my throat, making that area just above my boobs hurt. It’s almost too much to take.
My chest arches up, pressing against him. I need him to touch me. To take away this ache that’s only for him. Matteo’s hips press into me as he lightly trails kisses from my collarbone down to my breasts, sucking and nibbling on one before moving to the next, leaving no area untouched .
Matteo groans as he cups my breast, trailing kisses down my stomach. “They barely fit in my fucking hand. Fucking perfect. And they’re all fucking mine.” He continues his slow torture until he’s covering just above my clit. “You poor thing. All swollen and throbbing.” Lick . “All these juices, and they’re all for me.” Lick . “Aren’t they?” Lick .
“Yes.” I breathe out as my hands reach for his head, tugging hard on his hair as I thrust up into his face.
“Good girl,” he praises, kissing his way back up my body. I can feel myself on every inch of skin his lips touch. “I need to be inside of you.” I feel the thick head of Matteo’s cock at my entrance. “Look at you trying to suck me in. Your pussy knows it’s mine. Fuck.” Matteo groans, resting his forehead against mine. I can feel his eyes on me, but I don’t have the courage to meet his gaze. It’s too vulnerable. I feel too seen. “I want your eyes on me as I enter you.”
The authority in Matteo’s voice makes my eyes dart to his. My breath catches in my throat at the intensity of his gaze. There’s that emotion again; this time, instead of swirling in the depths, it’s front and center, his deep brown eyes almost sparkling.
I expect Matteo to slam into me, burning off this pent-up sexual tension that’s been brewing all night, but he doesn’t. He takes his time, slowly sliding in inch by inch, making my mouth fall open at the feel of him stretching me. It isn’t until he’s all the way in that I let out a sigh.
The feeling of him and I together is something I’ve never experienced. It just feels right.
“You feel that?” Matteo groans as he sets a slow, sensual pace. “That’s you and me, tesoro . I’ll do anything in the fucking world to make sure we never lose it.”
I arch up just enough to shove my face into his neck, no longer able to meet his intense gaze as I feel tears start to pool in the corner of my eyes. Inhaling deeply, taking in his spicy scent that’s quickly become home, I let the tears flow as I meet him thrust for thrust. One of his hands is lightly caressing my waist before widening my thighs, adjusting the angle slightly so he’s hitting that sweet spot over and over again.
My eyes roll as my head slams back down on the pillow, tingling starting at the base of my spine.
Matteo picks up the pace as my breath becomes uneven and choppy.
“Fuck. I can feel that you’re close, Wren.” Matteo’s hand slips between, finding my clit.
That’s all I needed to send me over the edge. My eyes find Matteo’s as my walls clench his cock in a vice grip, fluttering around him as my orgasm slams into me. Matteo grits his teeth as he rides me through it before giving one last hard thrust, exploding deep inside me.
Neither of us speaks for a few minutes as we both come down and try to catch our breaths. I feel him softening inside me as I sigh contently.
A girl could get used to being this happy and sated.
“How are you feeling?” Matteo’s rough voice breaks the silence.
“I feel… happy.”
“Yeah?” Matteo pushes up as his eyes roam my face, studying me.
“Yeah,” I echo softly. “I know I was a real fucking bitch when we first met officially. You know, not the time when you were basically dying in your car, but the time when you broke into my apartment,” I ramble.
“Wren.” Matteo’s lip curves up. “I know what you mean.”
“Right,” I say. “I’m not promising I won’t ever be bitchy again, because let’s be honest, that’s just not me. And don’t even get me started on your bossy orders and having Rob follow me around. That stuff makes me want to rage.”
“Is there a point to this?”
“Yes.” My eyes narrow playfully. “The point is that you make me happy.”
Matteo holds my gaze, eyes shining. “You make me happy too.” He taps my outer thigh. “Let me up.” Unwrapping my ankles, I let my legs fall to the side, and he lifts off me and saunters off to the bathroom. “Don’t move,” he orders over his shoulder.
Rolling on my side, I squeeze my thighs lightly together, trying to get rid of the longing ache that formed when he pulled out. I can feel us trickling out slightly. Letting out a long, satisfied sigh, I sit up.
“I thought I told you to not move,” Matteo says as he emerges from the bathroom with a cloth in hand. “Lay back and spread.”
I fall back onto the bed with my thighs still pressed together as he closes in. He arches an eyebrow at me, waiting for me to obey. Hesitantly, I let my legs fall to the side, the most intimate part of me on full display. It’s fucking ridiculous that I’m even feeling insecure right now. This man has already been in and around downtown. It’s nothing new. Nothing he hasn’t already seen. But this? This is different. This feels more vulnerable. Like we’re both flayed open, leaving every card on the table.
A rumble erupts from Matteo. “Seeing the product of you and me is so fucking hot. If I knew you weren’t sore and swollen, I’d take you again.” He presses the cool, wet cloth against me, gently cleaning me.
“How do you know I’m sore?” I ask, breaking his concentration.
He lets out a humorless snort. “I know my pussy, Wren. I’m not small, and it’s a tight fit. It’s incredibly hard not exploding as soon as you clench down.” Matteo throws the cloth towards his laundry bin, falling just short of it. “You want to wash your face, and I’ll get you a shirt? My plan was to end our first date by cuddling in bed and watching a movie if you’re up for it,” he sheepishly admits.
My heart stutters at his admission. Who knew the head of the Italian Mafia in Ravenna Heights would want to cuddle and watch a movie for a first date? It’s becoming incredibly hard to “test this out” and not fall blindly with no turning back when he lets me in on these little tidbits here and there. Especially when I know I’m the only one that gets this side of him.
“Yeah,” I say softly. “I’m up for it.”