Chapter 8
Eight
Wynter
I dozed in Mateo’s marble soaking tub with the warm water soothing me while he sang in the glass shower nearby.
Scrooge sang! I was feeling smug as I admired the view of him naked, wet, and definitely hard. The man has a body of a sex god I swear.
I grinned to myself. Guess who is no longer a virgin. Pepper will love this story.
Then again, maybe this one will be all for me.
I’d been a bit worried Mateo might lose interest when the deed was done. Nope. On the contrary, we pretty much fucked all night.
“Enjoying the view, Angel?” Mateo emerged from the shower stall, toweling off his hair. The rest of him was gloriously bare, his hard cock ready to go. My insides did a little dance.
“Very much so.” I licked my lips.
“If your pussy needs a rest, I have other ideas.” Mateo drew the pad of his thumb along my lower lip.
“Tired of me already?”
“Angel, that’s the farthest thing from my mind.”
I nipped his finger, swirling my tongue around the tip.
Mateo’s pupils dilated. I loved the intense look on his face when he was ready to devour me. He stepped in the tub. I reached up to pull him down to me.
“Oh no, Angel, there’s no lying on your back for this. Climb on top of me.”
I opened my mouth to object. But whatever Mateo had in mind, my pleasures sat at the top of his list.
I straddled him, the soapy water sloshing between us. He might be a workaholic, but he made time for the gym. With his cock against my slit, I reached between us and held his cock as I glided over his silky hard length, not letting him enter me just yet.
With every pass his cock tried to penetrate me, but I kept moving.
“You little cock tease,” Mateo growled. His hands rested on my hips but I kept moving.
“Two can play at this game.” He leaned forward, his tongue licked one of my wet nipples, then the other.
“Oh,” I gasped.
Fuck, that felt good.
Mateo sucked harder. His eyes never left mine.
He wanted to tease me? I may not have all the experience he did, but I had a few ideas.
The next time his cock tried to enter me, I widened my legs. As his cock impaled me, I stilled.
Holy fuck, that was deep.
Mateo grunted. His eyes widened.
I adjusted my angle, making sure every inch of him was buried in me. But that wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I wanted all of Mateo.
I ground down on him. I alternated that with squeezing his cock with my pussy.
“Your tight pussy is greedy. Milk my cock. That’s my girl.” His hands gripped my hips.
He was trying to set his own rhythm, but I wouldn’t let him. What would happen if I pushed him? I leaned over and kissed him openmouthed. My voice was husky. “You better fuck me a lot harder than the virgins you normally fuck. I want all of you.”
Mateo swore.
I smiled and started riding him in earnest. I intended to tease and punish him just a little. But the sensations threatened to overtake me.
“God, I love being bare inside you,” he ground out.
“I love it too. I’ll always remember this, Mateo.”
“What did you say? There will never be another soul who touches you, gives you their milk,” he demanded, sitting upright.
That drove his cock even deeper inside me, an act that I didn’t think possible. I closed my eyes, feeling the spirals of pleasure want to pull me under.
My fingers bit into his shoulders. I could feel my orgasm building. “Can we talk about this later? I’m so close.”
“You think anyone else is getting a taste of your tight pussy?” Mateo’s laugh was dark. “You’re mine, Angel. All of you. And if I have to fuck you into submission so you remember that, so help me God, I will.” Mateo’s fingers dug into my hips. “Angel, you hear me?”
His sexy fury only fanned my desire. I nodded because talking was too difficult. I was so close to getting off.
“You like bouncing on my cock, Angel?”
“Yes.” I closed my eyes letting my head drop back. I hoped he’d start licking my breasts again while I rode him.
“Open your eyes. I don’t want you thinking about some other bastard when I’m buried balls deep in you.”
“I wouldn’t.”
“Damn straight you won’t, Angel. You are mine.”
Mateo jerked his hips up, sloshing water out of the tub, but I didn’t care. He drove me to a level of arousal that I never experienced before. He wrapped his arms around my torso so that our bare chests rubbed together. The slick slide of our soapy bodies and the friction of his chest hair against my nipples drove me to the edge.
“I’m not going to last much longer.” I clenched his cock, trying to hold him inside me.
“Angel, you aren’t coming until I tell you.”
Every part of my body tingled. I was so fucking turned on by Mateo, I covered his face in kisses. “Make me yours,” I whispered.
“You are mine, and I’d never leave you hanging. You’re my Angel—I take your needs very seriously.”
I reached down to stroke his balls. His stamina was impressive but this girl wanted her orgasm now. “I’ll do anything you want, please let me come.”
Mateo kissed my lips, his tongue seeking mine as he pulled me against him. “Since you asked so nicely.” He jerked his hips up against mine and in seconds we found our rhythm.
His dark eyes dilated as his cum shot deep inside me. My orgasm hit me so hard my body felt the power of an exploding star starting in my core and working outward. Every muscle in my body pulsated with sensation. Any minute I would collapse into a puddle of pleasure.
By the time we finished, the bathwater was cool. I loved having Mateo buried deep inside me like that though.
I started to climb off him, but Mateo stilled me. “I want to feel you for a minute more. Your pussy is so tight and your delicate body so perfect in my arms.”
“Is it always like this?” I asked.
“No,” he said shortly, clearly annoyed by my question. “It’s not.”
I thought he might say more. I couldn’t help but wonder how I compared to the other women he’s bedded.
Eventually we disentangled ourselves from the bathtub and I couldn’t hold back a tiny wince of soreness. Mateo shot me a questioning look.
“Maybe I’m a little sore,” I said sheepishly as I wrapped a towel around my wet head.
He pressed me the button down top of a black silk pajama set and kissed me lightly. He slipped into the bottoms without any briefs. My stomach tingled in anticipation. I loved the feeling of silk over my bare skin.
“Lie down in the bed. I’ll be along in a moment,” Mateo said, leaving the bathroom.
Mateo’s bed was ridiculously comfortable. I snuggled down waiting for him, listening to the icy snow tap the windows.
I didn’t remember falling asleep but I woke up to Mateo going down on me in the dark.
“It feels amazing but you must be tired. Come lie down.” I tugged at his head between my legs.
“I’m an excellent multi-tasker,” Mateo said. “I’m able to lie down and take care of that pussy of yours.” He stroked my mound lightly with his fingers. “I love how perfect it is. I love to taste it and most of all I love to stuff my cock inside you.”
The dark made me bold. “How do I rate compared to your other women?”
Mateo continued nuzzling my pussy before he paused. “I’m going to answer this one question then I’m going to suck your perfect little clit until you come. There’s no comparison to you, Angel. Ever.”
My Scrooge was a man of his word. I had no more thoughts of being sore or other women. It was only the pleasure of our two bodies fitting together in all the ways that mattered.
The fact that we were in his apartment and not in a hotel room a few floors down puzzled me, but I was glad to avoid the risk of discovery being on a regular floor. Up in his penthouse, it was like another world. I loved watching the snow fall over our perfect little town. This holiday season was turning out to be my favorite one yet.
“Feeling better, my Angel?” Mateo asked as my body trembled with the aftershocks of my latest orgasm.
I curled into his side, laying my head on his chest. To no one’s surprise, his cock was tenting his pajama bottoms. The sight of his cock peeking out the slit in front made my mouth water for him.
Before I could do anything about it, Mateo tucked me on my side facing away from him.
Behind me, Mateo shucked off his pajama bottoms.
“I don’t see what’s so great about spooning,” I grumbled. Facing away from Mateo, I couldn’t even lay with my head on his chest. He showed me exactly why spooning was so great when his cock found my wet and waiting pussy and glided slowly inside. I moaned and nestled my ass against him.
“Better?” Mateo asked, kissing my neck.
“So much better.” I wiggled against him happily. “Spooning might be my favorite.”
Mateo’s chuckle sent shivers down my ear. “We’ll have to do some comparisons.”
I’d happily give myself over for that experiment. And as he started moving inside me, I didn’t allow myself to think about the approaching holiday and with it his end date for our Christmas fling.