Mateo
Chapter thirty-five
"Stop looking at him," Jade says to the salesman. "He's not buying this car, I am."
The salesman, clean cut with an expensive watch, takes a small step back.
I bite my cheek to stop from laughing.
"You know what?" Jade furrows her brow, and I track her gaze as it slithers over the man in front of her. "No, fuck you, dude."
Then she turns on her heel and walks away.
The salesman looks at me for help.
"Oh no, man. You fucked that one up. Big mistake. Huge," I say and walk away hoping he got the reference. If only to make him sweat a little more.
When I get out to the car, Jade's behind the wheel. Fine by me, I'm happy being along for the ride. Her ride. Wherever it takes us.
I move the passenger seat back and climb in.
The music is already cranked up, some heavy shit today.
Her taste in music cracks me up, Coop's too.
It's so much like mine. A few weeks ago, on the trip home in the Wrangler, we listened to some indie folk, and then Coop played some hip-hop.
It was even more surprising that he knew most of the words to everything played.
The heavy shit tells me one thing though, I better buckle the fuck up.
She peels out of the lot, jaw clenched.
This mood of hers is two-fold. It sucks, because clearly, she's pissed, but it also makes my dick hard seeing her so fucking fired up.
"Why are men such assholes?" she asks.
"Um, not all men are assholes," I say.
She turns her head and wraps her gaze around me like she did the salesman, scoffs, and turns back to the road.
"Yeah, well, tell that to the fucking tent in your pants."
I reach over and place my hand on her leg, and her nostrils flare.
"It's fucking hot seeing you like this." I slide my hand to her inner thigh. "When you turn from my Storm Cloud to a full-on, raging storm. I want to get caught in it. I want to feel the passion. And then I want to watch those eyelashes flutter as the storm clears."
She takes the next turn a little too fast, and my hand slides up her leg. Or at least that's what I'll blame it on if she says anything, but she doesn't.
"Come on, give it to me." I push my hand between her legs.
There's not much I can do over her jeans, but I'm not above trying.
"Let the thunder rage. I want all of you, but this, this fired up, no shits given you…
" I pause. Her chest rises and falls, and her grip on the steering wheel tightens.
"This unleashed Jade is the one that puts the leash on me. " I grip my cock through my sweats.
"Take it out," she says. "Show me. I want to see how hard you are for me."
I remove my hand from between her legs and free my dick.
Her dark eyes leave the road, and lock onto my hand wrapped around my shaft.
"Stroke it," she says, turning her attention back to the road. "Do not fucking come."
Fuck me.
This isn't where I expected my declaration to take us, but I'm not going to complain.
This dynamic we have is new to me. Okay, maybe not new, but before Jade, it wasn't something I explored.
It wasn't something I enjoyed enough to explore.
When it comes to her though, I want it. But if she praises me at all right now, I might not be able to hold back.
My dick is stone in my hand. I slide my hand up to the tip. Painfully slow.
"Do you want to hear about how I think of you?" I ask, leaning the seat back with my free hand. "How I picture that pretty mouth of yours wrapped around my cock?"
"I want you to stop talking," she says and turns the music down. "And I want you to stop holding back."
She pulls the silver hoop in her lip into her mouth. She's as turned on as I am right now, and it spurs me on. Part of me wants to argue, wants to tell her how I think about how hot the snake on my hand looks wrapped around her throat. But more than that, I want her to tell me I'm a good listener.
Fuck, she really does have me on a fucking leash.
I stroke my cock faster, sliding my hand from the tip to the base.
Do not come, Mateo.
Whatever you fucking do.
Do not come.
I don't know where she's going with this, but I want to find out.
I don't take my eyes off her as I jerk myself. She doesn't look at me, but her body is tense, and every time I let out a noise, she swallows. She's struggling, and it turns me on even more knowing this gets her as bothered as it does me.
Fuck, I need to stop. I loosen my grip and inhale sharply.
"If you come right now, I'm going to drive past my apartment."
I peel my eyes from her and look out the window as she pulls into her driveway.
She parks and gets out without saying a word. She doesn't look back to see if I'm following, she doesn't need to. I climb the stairs behind her with care, partly because of my knee, but mostly because my cock needs to cool the fuck down before I walk into her place.
But her ass in those jeans is not helping.
By the time I make it into her apartment and close the door behind me, she's taken her jacket off and is leaning on her bedroom doorframe, one hand on her hip.
She watches as I remove my own jacket and then my shirt. I toss both on her couch and remain where I stand.
"You can kiss me now," she says. She pushes off the door frame and kicks off her sneakers.
I follow suit and take a tentative step forward. And then another. Her chest rises.
The pounding of my heart isn't frenzied. It's calm, collected. Steady like a reliable clock.
Tick.
Tock.
She meets me halfway.
Her fingers thread through my hair, and I groan against her lips.
She met me halfway.
My revelation the other day smacks me in the gut.
I love her.
And loving her allows me to be vulnerable, to seek out things I've never felt comfortable with before. NDA or not, I never trusted the women I fucked in my past. But Jade and I aren't just fucking. Friends with benefits was never meant to work between us.
She tugs at my lower lip as she breaks our kiss. "Do you want to know what I think about when I touch myself?" she asks.
I nod, but don't speak.
"You." She chuckles, and my ego plummets. "It's always fucking you. Even before this, us." She smiles. "I was doomed the second that butterfly fluttered into fucking view."
It's my turn to laugh.
Half fucking way.
The words are on my lips, but they taste bitter. I know they mean nothing, not like this. Not when we're hidden away. So I keep them to myself.
I love you.
She pushes her hand beneath the waistband of my sweats and under my briefs, cupping my balls. My heart speeds up, the clock malfunctioning. The heel of her palm rubs against the underside of my dick as she fondles my balls and guides me back toward the couch.
"I slide my fingers across my clit and think about how you could bend me over here." She takes her hand from my pants, and I grit my teeth. "How good it would feel as you railed me from behind."
I'm frenzied as I unbutton her jeans, sliding both them and her panties off her hips and pulling her closer to me. I love how tall she is, how easy it makes it to trail my tongue down her neck and along her collar bone, tracing the script that I now know reads:
'Despite it all'
"God, I'm so fucking wet just thinking about it."
Speech eludes me. Any words would likely be incoherent. But also, I don't want her to stop.
"If it's too soon," she says and trails off.
Too soon?
Oh hell no.
I spin her around, shoving my hand between her legs. She wasn't lying, she's so fucking wet. I press two fingers to her clit, and she moans leaning back into me.
"Is this how you do it?" I ask against her ear.
"Just like that, yes. Fuck."
I turn us to face the arm of the couch.
"Look how fucking hot we are," she says, and I follow where she points to a mirror opposite where we stand.
She reaches back looping one arm around my neck and slides her free hand over mine.
Her directions are simple, pushing my hand deeper between her legs.
I pump my fingers inside her. In the mirror, she plays with her clit.
Fucking halfway.
"Rail me, Mateo. Fuck me so I can watch."
My eyes meet hers in the mirror as I pull my fingers from her pussy and suck them clean.
Her eyes darken, and her lashes flutter.
"So fucking hot," she says.
I finish pulling my pants off, kicking them to the side, while she finishes taking hers off and removes her top, tossing it on the floor. Our clothes litter the apartment, haphazardly thrown or kicked.
Only her bra remains, red lace cradling her full tits. I almost don't want to free them. The picture in front of me is so fucking perfect. She's right, we're hot.
Her body fits perfectly with mine.
"This, draw this. We're art Storm Cloud. You and me. Look how well you fit in my arms. See how perfect my snake coils around your throat," I tell her, sliding my fingers around her neck.
She inhales sharply, and I urge her forward, forcing her to bend when her legs hit the arm of the couch. She catches herself with her hands and her back arches. Her attention stays on us in the mirror as I slide my cock between her slick folds.
She licks her lips, and I release her throat to unclip her bra, sliding the straps down her arms. Her tits fall, no longer constricted by the lace. I cup one in my hands, rolling her nipple between my fingers.
"I think my house," I say guiding my dick into her waiting pussy, "needs lots of mirrors."
"Harder," she says. I don't know if she means fuck her harder or pinch harder so I do both. She mews. Fucking mews. My hard as nails Storm Cloud is soft beneath my hands.
"Yes," she cries. "This is even better than I imagined."
"How often?" I ask, digging my fingers into her plush hips.
"Daily," she says, pushing her ass back to meet my thrust. "Hung that mirror there, just in case."
"Presumptuous," I say with a smirk.
She bites her lip. "Manifesting."
"Is the real thing better?" I ask. I'm fishing, and I don't fucking care if she knows it. "Tell me."
She shifts her weight to one arm and grabs a throw pillow. I take it from her, wedging it between her and the arm of the couch.
I want you to stop holding back.
Her hair has fallen free of it's tie, and I wrap the ends around my fist and tug. I watch her tits swing with each thrust. Her pussy is so fucking tight and warm. I don't know how long I'll last.
"Fuck, Mateo. I could watch you fuck me forever. The way your body moves. The way you look at me. It makes me so fucking hot."
I swallow and give her what she asked for.
I stop holding back. Knee be fucking damned.
Her pussy throbs around my cock, gripping it every time it pounds into her.
I pull her hair harder, and the couch shifts beneath us.
My pace speeds up, and my balls slam against her clit with each drive of my hips.
The couch slides from beneath us and the pillow falls.
She places one hand on the arm, supporting herself and slides the other between her legs.
"You fuck me so well," she cries on an empty breath. "God, I love the feel of your cock. It hits all the right places."
"Fuck, I don't know if I can—"
"Such a good fucking boy, doing what I say. Fucking me hard, the way I crave."
I release my grip on her hair and slide the snake on my hand up her spine.
Her back arches, and she shudders beneath my touch.
I trail my fingers over her shoulder and around her neck, but I don't squeeze.
She squeezes her eyes shut, the hand between her legs moving at a pace I'm struggling to keep up with.
"You know me so well," she says, when she opens her eyes again. "Come with me, Mateo. On my back, let me see what I do to you."
My fucking god.
I squeeze her throat, sliding my cock in and out of her. My eyes don't leave hers. We're locked in, locked on, and fuck. Fucking, fuck.
Her pussy clenches around my cock, and it's the catalyst that pushes us both over the edge.
I hammer my cock deeper, pushing myself further than I should.
Her body tenses and when her lips part, I pull myself from her warmth and grip my shaft, coating her back with my cum, claiming her.
Her eyes roll back, her lashes fluttering as the storm clears.
I release my grip on her throat and grab her hips to keep her steady as her legs buckle beneath her.
"We've made a real mess haven't we?" she asks with a small laugh.
That we have, Storm Cloud.
That we have.