Chapter 14 #3
“It’s a basic name. If you’re going to get us a teeny tiny dog, she needs to have a strong name. A name people will respect. Like…” He drifts off, searching for the right name.
“Princess. We’re naming her Princess.”
“Absolutely not.” He says, but there’s a smile on his lips that lingers.
“Like you’re going to stop me.” It wouldn’t take much to get him on my side. I run a hand along his forearm, squeezing the curve of his bicep.
“I think I could convince you.”
“Really?”
“Sure. I mean, think of all the ways I could thank you.” My voice lowers on its own accord, growing husky and warm. Heat rushes to my face, but the way Matias suddenly stares at me emboldens me. Like his very breath depends on what I say next.
Except I’ve never done this before, and I have absolutely no idea what I’m talking about.
But I don’t need words to follow what feels instinctive between us.
For once, I turn off my brain, simply doing what feels good.
I climb up on my knees, straddling Matias’s thighs and planting my weight on them.
He’s suddenly as still as a statue, breathing carefully as my face comes within a couple of inches of his.
“Natalia.” My name is a warning on his tongue, deep and raspy.
“I don’t know how much longer we’ll have together. I’ve been wanting to do this for a while.” I confess, savoring the strength of his lap beneath me. He lets out a blustery breath, one hand planted on my waist on the other coming up to play with my hair.
The stubble on the sharp line of his jaw beckons me closer. I caress him, watching his full mouth move, perfectly framed by his goatee and mustache. The room is so quiet I hear my heartbeat racing, blood rushing in my ears.
Up until now, I’ve lived most of my life scared. Scared to take risks, to say what’s really on my mind, to act on my desires. But there’s something about being with this man that strips all of that away.
He’s at my mercy. Matias is big, and powerful, and deadly…and he’s purring like a cat beneath my hands.
Maybe that’s why there are no nerves when I lean forward and kiss him. He’s ready for me, his lips molding to mine. Warmth floods my belly at the sensation, and I work on instinct, opening my mouth and kissing his full bottom lip.
Matias groans, his hand coming up and grabbing a fist of my hair.
He takes control, his tongue darting along my top.
His jaw moves, tongue pushing into my mouth and ravaging me.
It’s hot, and invasive, and altogether too much.
Bolts of desire strike all over, settling right between my legs, lighting me on fire.
I tense up at the sudden, overwhelming barrage of sensation. I don’t know where to go next, what to do. I’m going to ruin everything. I lean back on instinct, breaking the kiss without meaning to.
He watches me, his chest moving violently.
“Sorry.” He murmurs hoarsely. “I’m sorry.”
But I don’t want him to be sorry. His eyes are glazed over, lips plump and pink, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows thickly. I made him like that. I shift in his lap, and he stiffens, something firm suddenly pressing between my legs, right into the heat of my pussy.
My brain seems to stop working when I realize it’s the beginning of his erection. And it feels so, so good. I rub against it without meaning to, freezing when he clamps a hand on my hip.
“I need a second.”
But I don’t. I lean forward again, throwing all caution to the wind, kissing him the way he was just kissing me. There’s something dirty about the way I’m sliding my tongue against his, something carnal and sinful.
Matias bucks up, his erection growing between my legs. I grind down on him, whimpering when he strikes a nerve between my legs.
“Don’t stop, Natalia. Please.” He breathes between kisses, his mouth capturing mine and promising a world of corruption.
He reaches for the bottom of my t-shirt, easing it up.
Cool air bites at my stomach, and then my breasts.
My bra comes into view, and for once I’m glad I like investing in cute lingerie.
He heaves a big breath, his drinking me in, staring at my chest like a fountain in the desert.
Matias leans forward, dropping kisses along my throat, and then lower.
His hands reach up, testing the weight of my breasts in his hands, squeezing, straddling the line between pleasure and a hint of pain.
I grind on his cock, fanning the flames of need between my legs. I need him.
“Does that feel good, baby? You like feeling me against your pussy?” He whispers darkly, reaching into my bra and pinching my nipple. “Let’s take these jeans off. It’ll feel so much better without them. Just your panties between us. Let’s see how long you can grind on my dick before you come, hm?”
I cry out when he pinches my nipple again, letting go for a fraction of a moment to undo the button on my waistband. He’s reaching into my panties, fingers dipping along my drenched pussy, just a moment away from the place I need them most.
And then a loud clatter makes us freeze.
“Oh, shit! Fuck!” Santos shouts, immediately doing an about face and turning to face the wall.
“Sorry! Sorry. Hernandez is asking about her. I’m pretty sure he’s about to send out a search party soon.
” I reach for my shirt and hold it against my chest. Matias presses his forehead against my shoulder, his jaw tensing as he heaves a huge sigh.
“Alright. She’ll meet you in the Escalade in a minute.” Our time is up. Matias eases his hand out of my jeans, pausing before buttoning them back up and caressing my hip. I kiss his forehead, giggling when he gives me a tense smile.
“Your father has great timing. I’m going to have the biggest case of blue balls of the century. Don’t move. Just give me a second, Florecita.”
We breathe each other in for a second, the aching between my legs now taking a painful edge.
“How quickly can we get each other off?” He laughs at that.
“Forget it. A few minutes won’t be enough. I want to take my time with you.”
The thought excites me. “I hope you’re not going to back to that ‘boundaries’ thing when I go home.” I don’t want to pretend we’re nothing. I don’t want to talk to other men and the whole time imagine the one in front of me.
“Yeah, no. Fuck that.”
“Good. I’ll meet you in the pool house. Tonight.” I can’t help it, I lean down and place another breathless kiss on him that has me aching to turn it into something deeper.
“No. You’ll get spotted. I’ll do some rounds around the property tonight and come visit you.”
I get off him slowly, adjusting my clothes. “But…Sylvia is right next door, and Papa is just down the hall.” He climbs to his feet, giving me a devious look.
“Then I guess you’ll just have to be really quiet when I eat your pussy, won’t you?” I trip over my own feet, catching myself on the coffee table. Matias packs me into the Escalade, sending me off with Santos, who has a shit-eating grin on his face as he buckles in.
I count down the minutes to nightfall the entire ride home.