Chapter 19 #3
She squirmed against him and he tightened his hand, rendering her motionless and sending a jolt of pleasure through her when his middle finger pressed the seam of her jeans into her slit.
He took a nipple into his mouth and sucked it, deep and hard, making her back arch up off the bed.
A sharp cry echoed from her and carried through the room, and he groaned in response, sucking and lashing her nipple with flicks of his tongue.
The hand between her legs began to move, slowly, achingly.
He circled his fingers, teasing her through the layers of her jeans and panties.
She clutched his shoulders, fingernails digging into his skin as he switched to the other breast, taking it even deeper, sucking with ravenous pulls of his beautiful mouth.
She undulated her hips, seeking out more pressure, wishing he would slip that hand inside her pants so he could touch her properly.
Every pass of his middle finger over her clit was slightly dulled, teasing with a promise of more.
Mateo kissed his way up her neck, then bit the point of her chin. “Don’t rush me,” he whispered against her jaw, punctuating it with a little kiss. “I’m going to make you feel so fucking good. But only if you’re a good girl and hold still. You keep squirming like that and I’m going to lose it.”
She breathed a huff of frustration and let her hips fall back onto the bed.
There was no missing the subtle warning in Mateo’s tone.
As much as she wanted to push him over the edge of his control, she was curious about where this was going.
He had seemed desperate to get inside of her last night, almost mindless in his actions.
But this was deliberate; everything he did was calculated, as if he had planned this attack on her body before engaging.
As if he had been dreaming about doing this to her.
He bit her again, a little harder this time. “Answer me.”
Melody blinked, not having realized he had asked her a question. “Um … I …”
“I asked if you understood.”
She jerked her head in a nod and then breathed a sigh of relief when he flicked open the button of her jeans. “Yes.”
He kissed his way toward her ear while grasping one of her thighs and pulling it open.
He shoved the other one aside and then delved his hand into the opening of her jeans.
His fingers stroked over the lace of her panties, tracing it in slow, hypnotizing circles.
Melody fought to remain still, but violent tremors rocked her thighs, making it difficult to keep them placidly open as he teased her.
He ran a fingertip along the edge of her panties, right where it met the crease of her thigh.
He traced her slit, whisper soft, and nipped at the tip of her ear with his teeth.
The tight fit of her jeans only allowed him so much room to maneuver, but that was part of the thrill.
Every now and then, a knuckle or a fingertip would accidentally graze where she wanted it most, and she would shiver.
Pressure began to build in her core, expanding and filling her more and more with every touch, no matter how slight.
“Please,” she begged, unable to help tilting her hips. “Please, Mateo …”
“Easy, baby girl … I’ve got you.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and held tight as he finally—finally—slid past the barrier of her panties.
The first stroke of his finger against her clit almost sent her rearing up off the bed.
He applied pressure with the heel of his hand, deepening the twinge between her legs and keeping her pinned.
“You’re so soft and sweet,” he murmured against her ear, pressing harder, circling her clit in a steady rhythm. “So wet for me.”
She could feel it now that he was touching her.
The way was slick as he dipped a finger slowly into her pussy and pulled it back out before returning to her clit.
Her arms trembled around him, but she held on tight, certain her soul would fly free from her body any second.
The pressure was building and building, tearing her up inside, warning her that he was about to steal the very air from her lungs.
She could hardly breathe as it was, chest heaving as she fought to remain grounded.
Sex had always been about control for Melody—control of herself, as much control as she could exert over her johns as possible, control of the when and where and for how long.
But Mateo had wrestled that control from her, as he'd been doing from the very beginning.
There was nothing she could do but lie there and feel.
As if he had read her thoughts, he kissed her neck and said, “I know you’ve been fighting your whole life, but you don’t have to fight tonight. Not with me. Let go.”
Melody closed her eyes and surrendered, unable to stop herself from hurtling toward climax at breakneck speed.
The spasms began where his fingertip met her clit and then penetrated deeper, making her inner channel clench.
She cried out against his shoulder, jerking and bucking beneath him, legs scrambling for purchase.
She was falling, faster and faster with every passing second, left with nothing to hold onto except Mateo as he dragged her into a dark void of liquid heat.
She thrashed against his fingertips, moaning and whimpering.
He whispered in her ear, words she couldn’t make out through her own sounds of ecstasy, and kept stroking her in precise circles, sending ripples of pleasure through her entire being.
He didn’t pull his hand away until she had gone limp, panting and swimming in a heady daze of euphoria.
Mateo kissed her cheek, then her shoulder and her nipple. “Such a good girl,” he crooned. “My good girl.”
Melody was still sinking but now she drifted, her eyelids heavy.
She faintly registered him shifting his weight off her and then pulling her jeans down her hips, but couldn’t move a single muscle to help him.
She couldn’t do anything but lie there and breathe as the aftershocks of her orgasm swept through her in waning flutters.
Her panties came off next, and Mateo muttered something about adding them to his collection.
Then, he was pushing her legs wide and lying between them.
Melody was suddenly alert, her eyes going wide as she watched him stare at the offering between them.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his eyes rolling slowly closed. “Look at you … so goddamn perfect.”
She shook her head in resistance. He couldn’t mean it. He couldn’t look at her with such reverence, knowing on some level how many men had come before him, just how unworthy and tarnished she was.
His fiery gaze lifted to hers, defiant and challenging. His jaw wound tight, and for a second, Melody feared she had made him angry. His nostrils flared on a deep breath and his fingers flexed around her thighs, reminding her of his tight hold.
“You don’t get to tell me what I see when I look at you,” he growled. “If I say you’re fucking beautiful and perfect and mine, then you are. End of discussion.”
Melody couldn’t conjure a response because he chose that exact moment to take his first taste.
Her lips parted on a sharp gasp when he flatted his tongue against her entrance, then slowly, excruciatingly, dragged it up to her clit.
Her thighs squeezed inward, the stimuli almost too much after her first orgasm, but Mateo ruthlessly pulled them back apart and licked her again, slower this time but with more pressure.
Fireworks sparked behind her eyelids, and her insides began twisting themselves into knots again, tangling more with every lick.
When he closed his lips around her and sucked, Melody arched and went stiff, legs trembling.
Her eyes rolled back into her head and her toes curled.
She clutched the comforter and lifted her hips, forgetting his rule about being still, desperate and greedy for more.
The touch of his fingers hadn’t been enough; she needed this, too.
She needed his mouth and his tongue and his breath.
She needed the rough sounds he made in the back of his throat as he consumed her like he was starving.
His middle finger tickled her entrance, a question, a request for permission. Melody bit her lip until she tasted blood, feeling like she would die if he didn’t push it inside.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice ragged and hoarse. “Please … please …”
He slipped his finger in slowly, pushing it in and dragging it out, curling it along the way to caress a spot inside her that nearly sent her spiraling.
He teased it again and again, still steadily sucking and licking at her clit.
He wasn’t a gentleman about it, panting and groaning and lapping at her as if trying to devour an ice cream cone before it could melt in his hands.
And she was melting, becoming a puddle of pure sensation and bliss as he added a second finger and pushed deeper, until he was all the way in to the third knuckle.
His strokes grew faster, harder, stabbing through her like lightning strikes as his lips and tongue sent thunder crashing through her world.
The second orgasm ripped a scream from deep in Melody’s chest, her body going so taut she thought she might snap in half.
He wedged his shoulders between her thighs to keep them open, working her through her finish and clear into another.
Melody writhed and squirmed, her head thrown back and her throat hoarse from the cries he drew from her with every ruthless plunge of his fingers and swipe of his tongue.