Chapter 22
chapter twenty-two
Mateo
We’d done this a thousand times before—more than that, by far. It was part of our life, a staple of it. Where there was a Natalia and me, sex followed. It had from the very first date.
This was different in all the ways I’d never expected it would be. It felt like a reckoning. Like coming home after a long time away, like I was returning us to a place we’d traversed so far from that we never thought we’d get back. In reality the past few weeks were nothing, and our life together would be long and full of hardships, but this was the first time we’d ever had to come back to each other. Fight for each other.
She was going to know exactly how much I missed the feeling of her underneath me, riding me, spread out, shivering, taking exactly what I gave to her. The thought of what lay beyond the bedroom door as I walked toward it was enough to have me half hard and full of adrenaline before I even turned the handle. But the image I was greeted with immediately pulled my cock to stand at full attention.
My heart thudded hard against my chest. “That is so fucking perfect, Angel.”
Natalia sat on the bed, fully nude, knees parted just so to where the pink petaled center of her peeked out. I took a staggering breath and met her half-lidded, seductive eyes. She knew what she was doing to me, the same way I knew her. But this night was not going to be even. It was going to be fair. Fair to me was taking my place at the edge of the bed and wrenching her ankles apart so I could see what was mine.
She let go of a sigh, shocked and recentering as my hungry gaze devoured her, top to bottom. Her nipples hardened like I’d touched them, and the small bursts of air in in her chest jilted her abdomen. I could read her like a book. She was trying to stay aloof and that was fucking adorable. It only spurred me on more.
“Ran up here like a lovesick puppy when you got that text,” I said. “Obedient little pup you are, Tal. You must really be wanting something.”
“I know where I get my bones.” She wrinkled her nose, and I swatted at the inside of her thigh, hard enough to make her jolt at the sting, but revel in the small promise of pain that it brought.
“I’ve been waiting to have you alone since this afternoon. I’m going to take advantage of this.” I dragged her by the ankle to the edge of the bed. I was a step away from rocking myself into the cradle of her open legs. She was looking at the tent in my swim trunks as if she wanted exactly that. To feel the friction of my clothes and the ridge of my cock against her clit, to have something beyond the cool air in the bedroom. I pressed my hips forward.
“Fuck.” Her head fell back, exposing her neck, and that long dark hair cascaded backwards and splayed out on the bed. “It’s been too long, Matty.”
“I know.” I wandered a gentle hand up her body, fingertips scraping against her ribcage as she arched into it and ushered me to take a handful of her heavy breast. “I’m going to take care of that.”
I thrust my hips forward again and took her nipple between my fingers at the same time, rolling the soft flesh, tugging it to the precipice of pain. Her limits waxed and waned. At the peak of her orgasm I could hurt her, and she’d beg me for it. I liked to work our way up to those moments as torturously slow as possible, because I got off on it, on my end. Edging myself on her pleasure, watching her come undone. The longer I could let myself go without being touched or being inside her, the harder I came, and it was never not worth that hard-earned euphoria.
Natalia started wiggling her hips toward my shorts, sliding herself over the bulge of my erection. I dropped forward and notched myself there so she could writhe and took the breast I wasn’t already playing with into my mouth. Her legs latched around me and her ankles crossed at the small of my back, keeping me in place.
“So fucking desperate, baby. How does it feel to be so desperate?” I lifted my chin and found her gaze was focused on where our bodies connected, her eyebrows pinched together in frustrated concentration. I wanted to reach up with a thumb and iron out the wrinkle settling at the base of her nose, but instead, I pushed upward and surprised her with a hard kiss.
That kiss fell into another, and our lips parted on a dime, tongues tangling like they always did. Kissing Natalia was warm and familiar, but she could still take the air out of my lungs after all this time. We’d learned every single inch of each other's bodies, and our mouths were no exception. She pulled back and sank her teeth into my bottom lip, tugging on it, and my mind was made up about how the rest of this night was going to go. In this bedroom, locked away, compensating for the last few weeks of wasted time in only the ways that Natalia and I could. Because I’d never had a partner like her, I’d never been so comfortable with anyone this intimately before, and I’d never felt so confident to do what I was about to do with another soul besides Natalia Russo’s.
“I have something for you,” I murmured. “A surprise.”
“Right now?” She ground her hips again and I hissed through my teeth. It was becoming harder to hold out. I wanted to feel her skin on mine in the worst way. I pinned her hip down with my palm so she couldn’t continue to move against me and she whined insolently.
“Behave.” I slapped her nipple, blowing on it afterward to relieve the burn. “There are rewards for girls like you,” I said. “And there are punishments. It’s entirely up to you which of those things you’re interested in, Tally. Both suit me, because at the end of it I’m going to fill you with my cum so deep it gets you fucking pregnant.” Her eyes rounded. They were the deepest, get-lost-inside brown eyes, and they turned even darker as she processed my promise.
Natalia’s entire body dropped back against the bed, heaving, as I stood and crossed the floor to our discarded luggage. I pulled my T-shirt off over my head and tossed it, adjusting myself in my shorts to alleviate the ache as much as I could, but I knew it wouldn’t go away until she made it go away.
“It’s kind of funny,” I started saying, “how forgetful you can be when you’re in a rush. It’s something we always stressed in Delta, tying up loose ends. Not leaving a trace or a trail back to you. It’s a lot different when it’s not life or death, of course. But some self-preservation is always a good idea. You don’t want to get caught doing something you might have wanted to keep to yourself. You know what I’m saying?”
She had no fucking clue what I was going on about, which made it all the more exciting. I could see the confusion on her face clear as day. I grinned, pushing a breath of amusement through my nose, as I removed a travel bag from my suitcase and unzipped it.
“You forgot something, Tally.” I turned back around, holding out the bright pink toy she’d left in our shower back home. The one I’d come nose to nose with beside the shampoo bottles after work the night before. Such a small mistake on her part that had been weighing on me for twenty-four hours while I waited patiently to get her exactly where she was right now.
Her expression reddened, sheer embarrassment blossoming in her cheeks and migrating down her chest.
“Were you fucking yourself in the shower, Tal?” I slithered toward her. “Did you put this in your pussy when you thought you were all alone at home?”
Her tongue darted out to wet her lips and I was back to standing between her parted legs, running the head of the toy from her thigh down to her knee. She tensed and I pushed back until she fell completely open.
“Answer me.”
“Yes.”
“What am I going to do with you?” I said softly. Natalia lifted her hips as I grazed the head of the dildo against her clit. We’d used toys in bed together before, so I wasn’t startling her with anything she hadn’t already handled. But there was a primitive difference between those times and now.
Her short gasp hung in the air as I slapped it against her wet flesh, rubbing the silicone against the lips of her pussy until it was glistening. I stopped when I was satisfied and ran the toy up her body, circling her nipples and dragging the head straight to the seam of her mouth. “Open,” I told her. “I want you to taste how fucking desperate you are.”
A pleased smile curled Tally’s lips. She was loving every second of being told what to do and how to act. Submitting to me. This was our favorite game to play. She parted her lips and stuck her tongue out wide, batting long innocent eyelashes at me as she did. I let the toy slide over her tongue and disappear down the back of her throat, and she hummed around it, sucking slowly and letting go with a loud pop when she’d licked herself off it.
My pulse was alive and beating erratically, most noticeably in the erection I was fighting to ignore as it crested against the suppressive lining of my bathing suit. I wanted to fill her throat worse than anything. To feel her hot mouth around me, the sweep of her tongue massaging my shaft and balls. To take her by the hair and fuck her face until she was drooling.
“You wanted this, right?” I propositioned her. “You wanted to play, baby. So let’s play.”
I stepped backward, taking her by the hair at the nape of her neck and dragging her down to her knees on the floor. Rough and abrupt. Her spine straightened as she felt the drag of the toy again against her cheek before I pushed it back between her lips and started thrusting it.
God, I was going to fucking lose it. Precum was dripping inside my shorts. I was so uncomfortably hard it was masochistic to watch her brown doe eyes blow out and glaze with tears like the most grateful woman in the world to be used like this. I pulled it from her mouth, spit following, and she smiled her perfect, charming, elated smile, giving me the green light to push her even further.
Our bodies were so in sync that we worked in cues and beats, especially when it came to sex. I hardly needed to check in with her verbally. After over a year every single movement, whine, moan, tremble, and swivel of her hips was a language I was fluent in.
“I’m going to make sure every single one of these holes is filled properly,” I said. “Would you like that, angel?”
Her eyes were level with the bulge of my cock. “Please.”
I wrenched her forward and pressed her face to it. Her mouth parted, leaving sloppy kisses across the outline of my shaft. She hummed, and the vibration sent my neck rolling back and I stared at the ceiling, letting the feeling of her lips and her tongue crash and roll over me. “You own me, Tally,” I found myself saying. “I worship you. I would spend my life on a leash for you, if that’s what you wanted. And I know from that look in your eye, and that smile on your spit-stained lips, that you feel exactly the same way about me. I’ve known it for a long time. I know I can do whatever I want to you, and you’ll let me. So prove to me, like the little cockhungry slut you are, just how badly you need your fiancé to fuck you.”
“I need it?—”
I pressed my finger to her lips. “ Show me.”
Natalia walked her long pink fingernails up both my thighs, gaze never leaving mine as they hooked onto my waistband and tugged my shorts down to the floor. Before she could touch me I bent over, taking her pretty face in both my hands and crushing our lips together. Our tongues mingled briefly, before I pecked the tip of her nose and straightened back up. That kiss said all it needed to. That my deep respect for her would never waver despite how disrespectfully she was going to be ruined for the rest of the night.
Natalia lifted both her hands and wiggled her fingers. The shimmer of her rings glinted in the sunlight dripping over the horizon and casting the room in a deep orange glow. “Take these off for me.”
I plucked two decorative gold rings off her pinky and middle finger on her right hand, tossing them aside, and then repeated the same thing on her left hand with a thick ring on her thumb and several stacked thin on her index finger. I paused at her engagement ring, rolling it between the tips of my fingers and watching it catch and blaze like fire in the sunlight, swathing the wall beside us in circles of color. I loved this ring. I agonized over it for weeks, unsure if she’d like it despite knowing there was something very similar hanging out on a Pinterest board she owned. I wanted the simple diamond to accentuate her own beauty, not demand attention. It was perfect for her and it made me proud every single day I got to see her wear it.
I left it on her finger, dropping her hand back down to her side. “As a reminder that I love you. Because I’m about to fuck you like I don’t.”
Her jaw fell open and I took that cue to drag her lips to the head of my cock and urge her mouth to widen. She swallowed the tip eagerly and a gruff, trapped noise broke through the cage of my chest. Fuuuuck me. I squeezed my eyes shut to recenter myself. I was going through something torturous from the outside looking in. Every ounce of pleasure in my body was in the twist of her hands as she brought them to the base and pumped me, her lips meeting the knuckle of her hand halfway, and then her throat chasing it back down.
“You are something else, Tal,” I praised. “An absolute knockout on your knees. Keep sucking, princess. I know you’ve been thinking about this.”
Her eyes flashed to me, and she grabbed me by the hips and unhinged her jaw, swallowing until her nose touched the patch of hair at my base. My dick twitched like it was on edge, and I was. I was so close to letting go.
“Stand up,” I coaxed her, unwilling to let it get to that point. I wasn’t coming anywhere but inside her, I would make damn well sure of that. She fell back onto the bed, crumpled white sheets billowing, the bright pink toy at her side and still that light of excitement glowing around her like a halo. The irony of that thought wasn’t lost on me.
On the nightstand was the bottle of lube and our salaciously decorative hand towel. I brought them both back to Tally and my eyes hooded to find her fingers between her legs, circling her swollen clit gently.
“Look how excited you are for this. You can’t even keep your hands off your pussy for a minute.” I swatted her fingers away, replacing them with mine and a sweet, high-pitched moan squeaked out of her. “It feels much better when it’s me though, doesn’t it?”
“It feels much better when it’s you inside me,” she sighed petulantly. I was frustrating her with little whispers of a touch, brushing her clit and taking the sensation away. “Mateo, fuck me before a goddamn dust storm comes through this villa and cockblocks us again.”
I plunged a finger inside her and her spine bowed in answer. “Don’t rush me, baby. I am going to take a long time with you because it’s been a long time. I want to revisit some things.” My finger pushed and pulled. I rubbed a small ridged part of her and she hissed, teeth clattering together. My thumb worked her clit in circles and in no time at all she was dripping to my knuckles, her pussy fluttering around my middle finger. So I added another.
“Please don’t stop,” she begged. “I’m going to— fuck .” Her shoulders lifted off the bed and her stomach tensed. I continued fucking her with my fingers, recognizing the signs of her orgasm coming to a head. This was different, a build-up that came on like a freight train. She couldn’t hold on to the climax in the same way. It shook through her hard, lifting her hips from the bed.
“Oh, do it for me,” I begged her right back. My voice was hoarse with need, all of my focus on the rhythm of my fingers between her legs, not letting up at all. “Come on, Tally, do that thing you know I love.”
Her lips parted, eyes rolling back, her entire lower half relaxing—and then I was covered in her. My hand and wrist, her legs, the bedsheet. She screamed out in ecstasy and thrashed as I thrust to the very last pulse, until her knees were buckling inward and she was clawing at my arm to stop, overcome by it.
“Fuck yes. Jesus Christ, Natalia, I’m gonna fucking ruin you like you just ruined these sheets.” I didn’t let her breathe. Possession took over and I palmed my cock, slid it through her pussy, and plunged myself inside of her to the brink. She was tight, and hot, unimaginably wet. The friction shot pleasure straight up my spine, goose bumps erupted down my body, and I was home . I was home inside of her. Reaching up I swept her sweat-slicked strands of hair off her forehead and kissed her as I rolled my hips over and over again. She tried to speak but I hushed the noise with my lips, swallowing whatever desperation was there. I was on another plane of existence, forgetting for a moment where I was, that I had a plan, that I couldn’t fucking come yet, because I hadn’t followed through on my promise.
I growled and straightened back up, gripping the base of my cock as I pulled out of her to the very tip, leaving it there to tease and poke at her entrance.
“What are you doing?” Natalia complained. Her long fingers wrapped around me and guided me back inside her but I resisted. “Put it back,” she demanded.
“Tell me about your shower.” The top of the bottle of lube popped open with a flick of my thumb and I brought it between us. “I want to know everything. I want to know what had you so riled up that you needed to scratch that itch. So hot and bothered you couldn’t wait for me to get home to take care of you.”
The cold, viscous liquid dripped onto my shaft, and I pulled a breath through my teeth to adjust to the lube coating me. I let it drizzle across Natalia’s core, rubbing it across her clit, and then watched it travel down to her tight ring of muscle.
Her breath quickened as I gathered more on my fingers and brought them to her unfilled hole, sliding one inside. I was aching to be buried in that snug part of her. It was far from the first time, but the sense of trust was always prevalent. We had to work our way up to this carefully.
“I was stressed,” she said. Her voice wavered as I added another finger, pumping them slowly in and out. I picked her limp arm up off the bed, kissing the tips of her fingers, her palm, her wrist, and then down her forearm to lessen the pressure, to relax her.
“About what?”
She didn’t answer me for several seconds, eyes squeezed closed, adjusting to the intrusion, ecstasy loosening her limbs with every in and out. She took a shaky breath. “Everything. The wedding, my parents, us. I thought it would—” A sharp breath whistled out of her. “I thought it would help me calm the fuck down if I just got off. It was innocent, I swear. I didn’t even finish.”
“Innocent?” I scoffed out a laugh. “Our interpretation of innocence is not the norm, Tal. Just because I’ve paddled your ass red, and tied you in knots for an audience, doesn’t mean I’m not going to get jealous when you choose a plaything over me.”
“It’s not your enemy,” she reminded me. Her fingertips skated to her nipples, pinching and tugging on them and I watched her pussy flutter in waiting, gripping at nothing as I worked her ass open inch by inch.
I poured more lube over us, drenching my cock in it, and then replaced my fingers with the tip, sheathing myself halfway inside of her ass in one push. I shocked us both, like ripping off a Band-Aid. Her legs trembled and I pressed them open wider, pinning her thighs to the bed. I could watch my dick splitting her in half every day for the rest of my life and never get bored of it. In fact, I intended to. Her body was mine. Her soul was mine.
“I thought your pussy was the tightest fucking hole on this planet, Tally. But fucking your ass is unreal.” I thrust farther, letting her reactions to me set the pace, giving her my full length in slow, deliberate strokes. She was blissed out, a deep moan filling every silent second. The vein in her neck thrashed against skin as she tossed her head backwards. “That’s it, love. Get lost.”
I thought I couldn’t handle having my cock in her mouth, but holding off on this woman now was an Olympic sport. My body was screaming to release. All this energy inside me had been pent up so long that when I let go, it was going to be uncontrollable.
Natalia’s body started rocking against me on her own accord, her hips swiveling in small circles, inviting me in farther. I rubbed two fingers against her clit, working her in both places and sliding my touch down to her unused entrance, teasing them inside.
She thrashed, grabbing my hand and holding it there. “Please, Matty.”
“Tell me with those perfect lips what you’re asking for.” I knew what she wanted, and I was going to give it to her, but I loved hearing her say it in my own torturously degrading way. “If you’re going to be a slut, commit to it, Tal.”
“I want both.” She picked up the pink toy beside her and brought it to the apex of her thighs. I took it and slapped it eagerly against the hood of her clit. Jolts of pleasure racked her, and she rested a heel at the small of my back, bracing for the moment I penetrated her.
My hips bottomed out against her ass and I stopped, feeling her whole body swell around me. Lust clouded my brain like a fog. “You want to be used, huh? One cock isn’t enough for you?”
Natalia tugged her bottom lip between her teeth, shaking her head. She loved it when I spoke to her like this, but she still got shy regardless. I adored that willingness. I wanted her to have everything she desired in a partner out of me, and I cradled the trust she put in the palm of my hands to give her just that. Degradation wasn’t for everyone, but she had her reasons, and I had my limits. We danced on the edge of that.
She sat up on her elbows and watched me slowly dip the first inch inside her. My own breath chased itself as I felt the intrusion through the thin layer of skin separating my cock from the toy. I puffed my cheeks, keeping my composure, and let her pussy swallow the dildo right down to the base where my knuckles met her flesh in a single stroke.
“Fuck me,” I cursed, dropping my chin to my chest, overwhelmed by the act, the feeling, the rush, the fucking dynamic between us that widened my boundaries and rewarded every last one of my sick fantasies. Tally’s fingers threaded through my sweat-damp hair, and my free hand tightened around her waist. The room was spinning; I didn’t know up or down. I just knew my wrist was working the toy inside of her, and my hips were pounding into soft, buttery flesh.
“You fill me so good, baby,” she mumbled. “I love feeling you everywhere.”
“You say the prettiest things when you’re being fucked like a whore.” Her mouth fell into a soft O shape. “That’s okay, honey. Because you’re such a perfect one for me. Just like you should be.”
Her body started to quiver and I knew the first waves of a building orgasm were barreling through her. She dug her sharp nails into my biceps, her sounds flowing more freely as I bared down, giving her everything I could in languid strokes and short snaps of my wrist. The mix of her arousal and the lube made everything so wet . It was hard to pace myself. I knew the second she started to come undone I was going to be right behind her. The tightening in my groin grew more and more fierce every time I jerked my hips.
I wanted to punish her, bruise her, leave a mark for her to wear under her white dress while she ate breakfast with all of our best friends in the morning. I wanted her to still be sticky with my cum between her legs.
“You are fucking everything,” I gritted out. “I want you to let go again when you come, Tally. I want to hear you scream my name, so everyone in this house can hear it, too.” I guided her hand to the toy and let her take the reins. She did without skipping a beat, pleasuring herself to the same rhythm as my cock in her tight ass.
“Oh my god ,” she reeled. Another wave of trembling passed through her. Her legs stiffened, arms pulling taut, and before her neck could give out I grabbed her face with two hands and crashed my mouth over hers.
Tally wailed my name in drawn-out syllables, convulsing and squeezing me to a standstill with every one of her lower muscles. My hips had nowhere to go, my thrusts stuttered, and as soon as I felt her orgasm fully wash over, covering us both in a mess of pure ecstasy-driven arousal, my climax followed furiously.
I painted her insides, her ass as I pulled out, the pink lips of her pussy, the short hair between her thighs. I came so fucking hard that I saw white light flashing in my eyes and I forgot how to breathe until I was gasping for air and collapsed half on top of her.
What a phenomenal high to come down from.
We were both naked, flushed, and absolutely filthy but I laid my head across her stomach, pulling her thigh tight to cradle in one of my arms. I felt peace listening to her heartbeat settle behind her ribs, like ambient noise had finally leveled out our loud, overstimulated life.
This was a breakthrough for us, and I didn’t want to let it get away again.
With gentle fingers I gathered what was dripping of me between her legs, and like an afterthought pressed it inside of her. “Is it just me or was the other guy kind of quiet?”
Her sweet laugh lit up the room like birdsong, and it was better than music. To make my girl smile was one thing, but to make her laugh—it plucked at my heart in ways I never knew before I met her. It was my favorite sound, and like ocean waves, howling wolves, palm leaves in the breeze, and soft sighs in the late afternoon, it was the sound of us. If you put all of those things together, somewhere our story was written in the score.