18. Jade
Chapter eighteen
Jade
Mateo chuckles. Fucking chuckles.
I release his dick and step back.
"So dirty talk is a no, then?" I ask, putting my hands on my hips.
He backs up, taking me in from head to toe.
I'm butt-ass naked standing in front of my best friend's brother while he fucking chuckles, and yet, I don't feel exposed. He's not leering. He's drinking me in, committing me to memory.
He pulls his lower lip between his teeth.
"Dirty talk isn't a no." He sits on the edge of the bed. "It's a hell yes. And if you'd said something sooner, we could have made both our fantasies come true. Now, come ride my face so I can finally find out if you taste even better than I imagined."
His leg in that damn brace is a hindrance, but he doesn't let it slow him down as he scoots back on the bed, laying his head on a pillow.
"Your chariot awaits, my lady," he says, raising his brows.
"Ew no," I say, climbing onto the bed.
He pulls the pillow from beneath his head, tosses it on the floor, and pushes up on his elbows.
"Are you really a squirter?" he asks, licking his lips. He flashes his imperfectly perfect smile, and I carefully shift my body over his.
He adjusts to one elbow, sliding a hand beneath me.
"Mmm," he moans, gliding a finger between my folds.
I lean in to kiss him, tugging on his lower lip.
He groans.
"Face. Now. Sit." he says, his voice firm, and his face serious as he drops his head back to the mattress.
Decision time, do I want to be a brat and see how he handles it, or do I want to find out if he can succeed where every guy before him has failed?
His finger against my clit chooses for me.
I talk a big game, but I've never sat on a guy's face before, so I'm hesitant as I shift to hover over his mouth, my fingers white knuckling the headboard behind him.
It shouldn't surprise me when his hands grip my thighs, pulling me down, but it does, and I fight it.
Then his tongue drags over me, and I cry out. Fuck. His chuckle vibrates my pussy, and he forces me down more, driving his tongue into me and then sucking at my lips. He moans against me, as if I'm the best thing he's ever tasted, and I buck my hips, craving more.
He abandons my pussy, finding my clit and taking it into his mouth.
My body tenses, and he releases it, working it with his tongue, applying pressure and pulling back, teasing me.
Leaving me wanting more, needing more. It occurs to me he might make me come on his face, and why the fuck is that so hot?
It's as if his tongue is a heat-seeking missile the way it zones in on my clit. His fingers dig into my thighs like he's trying not to get off on this too. I really don't want him to, but he did say yes to dirty talk.
"You're going to make me come," I say. "I'm so close."
He releases a thigh, sliding a finger into my pussy.
I inhale sharply, and he sucks at my clit again, caressing it with his tongue.
"You're going to taste me on your tongue for days," I say.
My entire body is tense, and I try to pull off him.
I don't actually want to come on his face, but the hand holding my thigh slides to my ass, and he digs his fingers into the soft flesh, forcing me to stay in place.
He adds a finger, driving them in and out of me, matching the speed with his tongue.
I… If…
If he does that flicking, sucking thing again, I'm not sure my knees will continue to hold me up.
"I, fuck, Mateo." I don't mean to say his name. Names always feel too intimate, but it rolled off my lips, and I can't take it back now.
He buries his face against me, his beard rubbing against my thighs, as he somehow sucks at my clit while also rubbing it with the most delicious pressure.
I can't get the words out to warn him. I'm too busy holding my breath as my entire body tenses, and I struggle to hold myself up. He's doing it, he's fucking doing it, and I'm…
"Oh my god," I say, as my orgasm ascends, and then a second later crashes in a wave. All over his fucking face.
I swallow, and shift my hips, trying to climb off him.
But he removes his fingers and flattens his tongue against me with a moan.
Fuck.
Men really do get better with age.
He finally releases me, and I climb down his body until I'm straddling his thighs, his dick hard as stone.
"You really are a squirter," he says, dragging a hand down his face, and then gripping his cock. He strokes it. Once. Twice. Three times with my juices.
I squeeze my eyes shut, and when I open them the shit-eating grin he wears almost makes me climb back up to his face. But he strokes his cock again, this time with a purpose and I'm so fucking soaked and beyond ready to feel him inside me.
"Condom?" I ask.
"Drawer," he says with a nod of his head.
"Presumptuous."
"Bought them after you said yes, so no, not presumptuous. Smart."
The box in the drawer is unopened, so I tear into it, and rip one off the strip, tossing it onto his stomach. He opens the foil wrapper while I throw the box haphazardly back into the drawer.
Condom in place, I guide him into me.
"Fuck, you're big," I say, adjusting myself to a comfortable position.
"Good thing you're ready for me then, huh?" He grips my waist guiding my rhythm as I ride him. Under normal circumstances, I'm not one to relinquish control, but considering he almost just died from drowning, I let him have it.
I lean forward, dropping my mouth to his and roll my hips.
His tongue sweeps mine, forcing me to taste myself.
This friends with benefits thing it's going to be fun.
I have a feeling we'll both be trying new things.
Sex has always been a means to an end for me, figuring out the fastest way to the finish line.
But with him, I want to drag it out. Explore. Challenge myself and him.
The thought spurs me on, and I tug at his lip as I pull back.
"Grab my tits," I say, pushing his hands off my hips. My nipples are so tender, and one brush of his palm causes shivers down my spine. He squeezes, and I moan. "Oh yes, like that."
His hips buck beneath me.
"I want to bury my face between these," he says, kneading at my breasts. "And then my cock. Will you let me come on your face Storm Cloud?"
My mind is blank as I dig my nails into his chest.
"That wasn't a no," he says with a pinch of my nipple.
"Now you're curious what my noes are?" I ask, pausing my movements. "You want to talk now? When your big, hard cock is buried inside my soaked pussy?" I shift my hips a tinge, and Mateo goes feral beneath me, bucking his hips and gripping my tits hard enough to leave bruises.
"That's better," I say, taking over, pulling off his dick, only to drive back down hard. His eyes roll back as the veins in his biceps thrum. He's so fucking pretty. I take a mental photo so I can remember him like this. Disheveled hair, blue eyes dark with desire, his hands gripping my tits.
"God, you feel good," he says. "I don't know what I like better, when you're riding my face or my cock."
"Touch me," I say. "Please."
"Touch yourself. Show me how you did it while you thought of me." He drops his hands to my ass, gripping it tight as I slide my fingers down my body and between my legs.
"I can call you next time," I say. "Really give you a show."
He swallows, his eyes trained on my fingers, the ones sliding over my clit, fast and hard. I roll my hips harder, driving him deeper, the intensity building again.
"Every time," he says. It's followed by a groan, and an aggressive jerk of his hips. "Call me every time."
"Yes," I say, catching up to the speed he's clearly after. "Yes. Oh God, yes."
"Fuck." Mateo forces my hand out from between my legs and grips my neck, guiding my face down to his. "I'm going to come," he says against my lips. "But next time, next time you're going to swallow it."
And then his tongue tangles with mine as our hips meet in a fervor I wasn't expecting. He drags his hands down my sides, as if committing my curves to memory. I bite his lip, and he pushes back against me. His forehead is against mine as he grits his teeth, swallowing back a groan as he comes.
We're both still for a moment as we catch our breath, his blue eyes finding mine, searching. I don't want to know what for. He brushes a strand of hair behind my ear and it's too much. I slide off his spent cock and fall on my back beside him.
I'm not sure what happens now and the silence between us is growing. Do I thank him for the explosive orgasm? Do I get up and leave? Do we shop for toy boxes? My brain is spinning.
"Do I really look old enough to be your dad?" he asks, breaking the silence as he removes the condom, placing it on a few tissues on the nightstand.
I burst into laughter. "No."
"Okay, good."
"Have you ever done this before?" I ask.
He rolls to his side, facing me. His eyes are wide when he says, "Why? Was it that bad?"
I swat at him. "I'm serious. Have you?"
"No, have you?"
I shake my head.
So now what? I stare at the ceiling, count to five and get out of bed. Mateo's eyes follow me, but he doesn't say anything as I gather my clothes and start putting them back on.
He stands, gathering the condom and heads to the ensuite bathroom.
"Go eat something. Food is probably on the front porch. Cold. I'm gonna hop in the shower."
I give him a thumbs up, because I'm a flustered fucking fool, and then watch as the butterfly on his ass disappears behind the bathroom door.
While Mateo showers, I use the time before I have to pick up Coop to do some much neglected homework.
I'm usually better at staying on top of it, and you'd think with my non-schedule work schedule, it'd be a little easier, but I'm continually distracted.
By Mateo, by my sketchpad, by the drawings of him in said sketchpad.
My books are spread out on the island, and I'm eating a cold quesadilla when Charlie and Liam get home.
"Oh hi, Jade," Charlie says when she sees me. "Glad to see your car in the driveway again. That was fixed quick. Where's Addie?"
"Work I think," I say. "I was just um, working with Mateo and figured I'd do some homework here before picking up Coop from school. I hope that's okay."
She offers me a warm smile. "You're always welcome, you know that."
"Where's Mateo?" Liam asks, joining us in the kitchen.
I choke on the bite of quesadilla in my mouth and take a sip of my water.
"He's um…I think he said he was taking a shower?"
Liam nods, and points to my open textbook. "What are you working on?"
"Medical terminology, and it's kicking my ass," I tell him.
I add a stem to the flower I've been doodling in the margins of my notebook. Laptops are great, and a requirement for college now with all work being submitted electronically, but I still prefer note taking on paper. It sticks in my brain if I write it down.
"What's kicking your ass?" Mateo asks, entering the kitchen and taking up residence on the stool beside me.
"Medical terminology," Liam answers for me.
"I can help," Mateo says, sliding my book in front of him.
"How?" I ask.
Charlie laughs. "Mateo was pre-pharmacy before he got drafted."
"You really are the prodigal fucking son, aren't you?" I scowl at him, seeing what Addie is all worked up about.
The alarm rings on my phone.
"Gotta grab Coop," I say.
"Stay," Liam says. "I'll grab him, and you can study. I'm overdue for an after-school milkshake." He holds a finger to his lips and points at Charlie.
She shakes her head and rolls her eyes.
"Like I don't already know," she says, following Liam to the door before I can protest. "I could go for a vanilla shake myself actually."
"Fucking vanilla," Liam and Mateo say in unison.
"Lemme grab my phone. When we're done with school shit, we can finally go over my socials," Mateo says, leaving me alone at the island.
The front door opens.
" —letting this happen?" Charlie's whisper carries down through the entryway.
" —adults," Liam replies, and the door closes.
Are they? No. They just got home. They've barely been in town the last few weeks. How would they—no, I'm hearing things.
At least I fucking hope so.