34. ISABELLA
thirty-four
I take the world’s quickest shower and send the universe a quick thank-you after I didn’t cut myself while shaving.
I used almost half of my fancy body wash while lathering up and brushed my teeth with enough toothpaste to rid myself of any traces of tequila.
I dig into my underwear drawer and pick out a sexy number I got once while online shopping and tipsy. I’ve never worn it because it’s not exactly practical with all the black lace and extra satin strings, but I don’t intend on keeping it on for long. The bra opens with a front clasp, which will come in handy, since I plan on wearing one more thing.
His jersey.
If this doesn’t work, I’m changing my name and entering the witness protection program.
I silently make it up the stairs on bare feet.
The closer I get to his door, the more nervous I get. I’m not exactly well versed in the art of seduction, so I’m leaning heavily on all those spicy romance books I read, hoping they don’t steer me wrong.
I stand in front of his door, ready to knock softly, when it swings open.
Mateo stands in front of me, dripping wet, with only a low-slung towel around his waist.
I lose whatever sexy opening line I had planned and instead ask, “Where are you going?”
It takes him a moment to register me, all of me.
His eyes heat when they stop on my bra, since the lace is see-through, and I know he can see everything.
A rough growl escapes his chest. “I was on my way to break down a fucking door.”
In the next instant, he’s hauling me up in his arms, and my legs instinctively wrap around his middle. His lips are on mine, and before I know it, we’re moving.
I’m pinned against a wall as Mateo kisses me hungrily.
And he wastes no time.
He leans down and traces my nipple with his tongue through my bra. I throw my head against the wall and push my chest farther into his face, needing more of the intoxicating sensation. He moves to give the other breast equal attention, and that’s when I decide to intervene.
“I’d prefer if we get this out of the way now.” I unclasp my bra and let my breasts bounce out of their confines.
He releases a deep moan and is back on me. This time, his beard creating a delicious fiction against my sensitive nipples.
“My girl likes when I play with her tits.”
“Yes.” I gasp as he bites down lightly on one of my nipples and pulls slightly.
“Noted.”
He keeps this onslaught going to the point where I think I might come from this alone.
But I’m greedy, and I want to feel it all when it comes to Mateo. “More.”
“What do you need, baby? You want my mouth, fingers, or my cock?”
I almost want to scream, I’m so deliriously aroused.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what tesoro?” he taunts evilly.
“Fuck me, Mateo. I need you to fuck me right now.”
The words are barely off my lips when my back lands on his soft mattress with a bounce.
Before I can register the slight pinch, I realize he’s ripped my panties right off me, and I think I have a mini orgasm at the sight of my tattered underwear in his hands.
“That’s more like it.” He tosses my panties aside, not bothering to look where they land. “Now open for me, Isabella. Show me what’s mine.” He gently nudges both of my knees, and they fall open easily.
His golden hazel eyes darken as his gaze falls to where I’ve exposed myself. With any other person, I may have felt self-conscious, but with Mateo, knowing I make him this feral makes me feel powerful.
“You know how long I’ve wondered how good this pussy must taste?” He wipes his mouth as if he’s salivating and about to indulge in his favorite meal.
He undoes his towel, letting it drop to the floor, and my eyes almost fall out of my head.
There’s no way he could have concealed that in those baseball pants he wears at every game. How the hell was I supposed to know that he walked around with a literal bat between his legs?
I don’t realize I’ve started to scramble backward until his hand lands on my ankle and he’s pulling me back down the bed. “Promise it doesn’t bite. Only I do.” He grins down at my shocked expression. “Don’t worry, I’ll prep you. I’d never hurt you, baby. Not unless you asked for it.”
He drops to his knees and pulls me closer to the edge of the bed. “Mateo, you don’t have—”
His pointed tongue flicks my clit with one strong lick, and I bow off the bed.
“I’m sorry. You say something up there? I got a mouth full of pussy I need to tend to, so relax tesoro. Trust me, you’ll need this.”
I don’t have time to focus on his words because he’s back, eating me out just as passionately as he kisses me. Nipping and sucking, responding to every moan and whimper I make. When he slowly slips a finger inside me, I almost come undone. When he enters another and curves it slightly upward, I do.
I claw at the bedding, thrashing in the tight hold he has on my thighs as the orgasm threatens to take my sanity along with it.
I’ve never come so hard in my life. My pulse vibrates throughout my oversensitive body as I try to get my breathing under control.
Mateo stands, sucking his fingers as he does. “Fucking delicious.”
Even though I’ve just come, I don’t want this moment to end, especially as his cock bobs heavily between his thighs.
Without a second thought, I find the strength to get on my hands and knees and reach for him.
His long, thick cock weighs heavily in my hand as I slowly jerk him up and down. A bead of precum threatens to leak on the bed when I lean forward and lick it up.
He groans above me. “Careful, Isabella. Keep playing with me like that, and I just might let you have it.”
I roll my eyes at him.
The look on his face tells me I’ve made a big mistake.
He grabs his cock at the base and lightly taps the tip on my lips. “Open up for me.”
I obey, sticking out my tongue as well. “Good girl.” He slides into my mouth, not stopping until he finds resistance. “Now open up that throat for me.”
My eyes widen slightly, but I do as he says. His hand grips a handful of my hair, and he slowly sets a pace, thrusting in and out of my mouth. Going deeper than I ever thought possible. My eyes water slightly, and my saliva is everywhere. “ Now roll your eyes all you want, tesoro. It suits you quite nicely with my cock stuffed down your throat.”
I gag, and the action has Mateo bending over me slightly.
“Fuck, I need to get inside you now.” He slips out of my mouth, and I gasp for air. He flips me onto my back and prowls over my body.
He’s hovering above me, reaching for something in his nightstand—a condom, I assume—when the tip of his cock accidentally nudges my wet pussy. We both hiss at the sensation, meeting each other’s heated stares.
“I’ve been tested, you know. And I’m on the pill,” I whisper.
“I’ve been tested too. All clear on my end as well,” he says as he pulls the sealed box of condoms out of the nightstand. He stares at it a moment too long.
“I didn’t mention it so that we could, um, forgo that. No pressure. I just thought it was the responsible thing to do. To let you know that I’m safe.”
I want to slap myself for being so incredibly unsexy at a time like this. We probably should have had this talk before I presented him with my exposed nipples.
“I’ve never, you know, without a condom.” His pained expression leads me to believe this would be the time he would try to break that streak. But part of my brain realizes that this man must have super sperm if he made a baby with protection. That part wins out and makes the decision for us.
“Let’s use it. We can always revisit our stance later on.” I raise my arm and grab the box out of his hand and slide a wrapper out.
“You sure?” He looks down at me, studying my face intently. “Because I need you to be the one to make this call. Because at a time like this, filling this pussy up with my cum seems like the perfect idea to me.”
He groans as I grab ahold of him and slowly roll the latex onto his hard cock. “You have a breeding kink… noted. Now fuck me like I dare wear another man’s jersey,” I taunt as I pull on the edges of the jersey I’m wearing.
And fuck, did I push a button.
I’m flipped face-first on the mattress when I feel my ass and hips being lifted by his callused hands. A swift breeze is the only warning I get before his hand comes down on my right ass cheek hard enough to shock me but not hurt.
“You know what? It’s about time I teach you a lesson.” He fists my hair, pulling me up on all fours.
His dominating voice makes me so wet, I fear I’m dripping down my thigh.
He teases his cock at my entrance, coating himself in my arousal. My breasts sway back and forth as I try to get him inside me.
“Maybe I should edge you a little longer. Make you learn a little patience. What do you think?” I groan desperately as he purposely massages my clit with his hardness from behind. “Because maybe the threat of holding back that orgasm you so desperately need will make you think twice about whose jersey you wear. Maybe after I’ve fucked you senseless and turned this ass the prettiest shade of pink with my hand, you’ll remember the name you should be wearing.”
His tip enters me, and we both moan loudly. He slips it out slightly, then thrusts back in, a little deeper, a little harder.
“And maybe, just maybe, after your vocal cords go raw from yelling my name, you’ll remember it’s me and only me you belong to.” He bottoms out inside me, and I scream.
I’ve never felt so full. He’s hitting places that are making my eyes roll to the back of my head. The sounds of our sweat-slicked bodies smacking into one another amplify the feeling.
I feel myself tighten around his length, and I turn my head slightly to get a good look at the man giving me the best sexual experience of my life. His teeth are gritted, eyes on where he’s currently pistoning in and out of me.
Seeing him so concentrated on keeping control has me feeling brave and loosening my lips. “What? I wear your jersey, or you’ll spank me a few times? Not much of a threat. Think you’re branding me or something?” I pant.
His hand abandons my hair and reaches under me to find my needy clit. Keeping pace, he starts to rub firm circles, rendering me speechless.
“No, sweetheart. Once you come on my cock, I’ll be branding you by ripping off this condom and coming on your ass. The jersey is so everyone else knows not to touch what’s mine.” His voice darkens.
And with one tight pinch, I clench around him, and my pussy threatens to milk him dry as I start to come.
With both hands now on my hips, he powers into me harder and faster than before, setting off a second orgasm before I’ve had the chance to recover from the first. My shouts threaten to prove him right as I scream his name.
When I’ve just about turned into a rag doll, he gently slides out of me, leaving me momentarily relieved but empty at the same time.
Then he makes good on his promise. I watch him yank off the condom like it offends him and give himself two hard jerks before his warm cum is raining down on my ass and lower back.
I can feel one stream rolling down the hole no man has ever touched before. Once it’s close to reaching my pussy, Mateo’s thumb stops its trajectory by rolling it back up and massaging it into my puckered hole. “I’m going to make that mine one day too, in case you were wondering. So keep that in mind the next time you want to mouth off while you have my cock buried in your greedy pussy.”
I have no energy to respond to his threat. Instead, I’m fighting against my body’s exhaustion long enough to ask him for a towel.
Yet it proves to be unnecessary, since he’s lifted me in his arms and is walking to his massive shower.
He gently sets me on my feet as he sets the water to the perfect temperature, then pulls me into him.
Noticing the way I try to avoid the overhead spray, he wordlessly grabs the handheld shower head and starts to clean me up. He’s lathering me more than necessary, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t feel good having his rough hands glide all over my wet skin.
I’m blissed out, head tilted up with my eyes closed, taking it all in.
Until I feel his tongue on my clit, and I gasp.
“I’m being meticulous. Gotta make sure I clean you up right.” His eyes tease as his tongue darts back over my needy center. “Look, I even have reinforcements to make sure I do a good job.” He clicks the shower head a few times, changing the rainfall to a more forceful stream of water. Then he’s aiming it right at my pussy, the water pulsing against my clit.
“I know I made a mess of you, but look how pretty you look when I clean you up.”
My hand lands on his head for support as he lifts one of my thighs over his shoulder and angles the water on and around my clit, teasing me with the loss of pressure.
I never knew it was humanly possible to come this many times in one night, and I fear I’m becoming addicted to the feeling.
“Okay, enough of that.” He tosses the shower head aside. “I can get the job done better anyway. Watch.” His warm lick has me throwing my head back again.
But the soft bite on the inside of my thigh has me looking down quickly.
“I said watch.” He uses his fingers to spread me open farther for him. “Look how nicely I can make you come on my tongue. Now keep your eyes locked on me. I wanna see my handiwork at play.”
He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I feel my soul leave my chest on a silent cry. As promised, I keep my eyes locked on him as he works me into a frenzy. There’s no direct shower spray hitting him, so I know the wetness on his face is all me. That knowledge, along with the smug, satisfied look on his face, is enough to send me over the edge for a fourth time tonight.
He slowly rises and is careful when he rinses off the evidence of my arousal between my legs, making sure the showerhead is set back to a soft rainfall before the water cascades over my stomach.
“There. Did I kiss it better?” He grins down at me.
“Yes. Much.” I laugh as I lean into his chest. “Now get me a towel and put me to bed before you get any more ideas.”
“Fine. No more sex for tonight,” he fake pouts, then smiles childishly. “But get ready, because I’m going to cuddle the shit out of you.”
“Let me guess, you’re the little spoon?”
He turns me to walk out of the shower, then swats my ass. “Yeah, you’re definitely going to be taught a few more lessons.”
“Promises, promises.”