10. Cecilia
Chapter ten
Cecilia
T oday started off rough with my baby boy not feeling good, but he seems to be on the mend as the night progresses. I guess that little nap we had earlier was just what he needed.
I couldn’t believe it when Mateo was the one standing at my front door. For a split-second, fear had a hold of me and I thought Michael had found me. It was a welcome surprise that it wasn’t him, but the reaction Mateo had when he saw Oliver had thrown me. At first, I thought he wasn’t happy that I had a son, but it was actually the opposite.
It felt like I was living in a dream when he ended up making us dinner. No one has ever done anything that nice for me. It’s always been me taking care of everyone else. It was nice. I could get used to it.
When dinner is over, I stand up from my seat and start collecting the dirty dishes. When a rough hand grabs my arm, I look up at Mateo with my forehead creased.
“Let me clean up.” His tone soft but still commanding.
I shake my head. “No. You cooked. I’ll clean up really quick and then I’ll put Oliver to bed.”
“Pretty Girl, let me do this for you. Go spend time with your son and put him to bed. Don’t worry, I’ll still be here.”
My jaw drops at his words. Is this guy for real? My whole body tingles. It’s so fucking sexy that he wants to do all these things for me. I don’t argue. “Okay.”
Even though it seems unreal and unfair, I take advantage of leaving the plates right there. Moving my attention to Oliver, I smile widely at him. “Look at my messy boy! You need a bath.”
He gives me a toothy grin. I pick him up from his highchair, holding him out and trying not to get spaghetti on me. He giggles. Apparently, he thinks this is hilarious. We walk into the bathroom where I place him down on the tile and start peeling his clothes off. Once he’s down to his pull up, I turn the water on in the bath, making sure that it’s a good temperature for him. I take his pull up off and place him in his bath.
“Bub-bles, Mama?”
“Let me see, baby boy.” I look under the cabinet and thankfully we have some. I don’t want to deal with a meltdown right now. He plays with bubbles for a bit as I clean off the tomato sauce. After a while of playing, his eyes start to droop. “I think it’s time for bed, big boy.”
“I no bed,” he shouts as he moves to get away from me.
“Oliver Maddox. No, we don’t act like that. Time to get out.”
He drops his head, knowing that if he pushes me more, he’ll get in trouble. Even though I make sure he knows he’s loved without a shadow of a doubt, I try really hard to enforce rules. The idea of my little guy turning out to be like his father, a petulant man child who doesn’t know how to behave, makes me want to vomit.
Mateo doesn’t seem to be like that. He seems more like the man I want to spend more time with, maybe even the type of man I want my son to emulate when he’s older. If how patient he’s been with me over the last few weeks is any indication.
I think back to when I first got here and how he started coming to the bar, just sitting and waiting. When I had time, he would ask me questions about myself. And even though we just started to get to know each other, I feel safe with him. Not just physically either, he makes me feel emotionally safe, too. And seeing how he is with my son cements that I could be on my way to falling in love with him. Which scares the crap out of me.
Once I have Oliver in his pajamas, I hold him close to me while I rock him. I place a small kiss on his forehead, and thankfully, his fever hasn’t returned. Maybe he’s finally recovered from this sickness. He quickly falls asleep and I’m able to put him in his crib. Before leaving, I make sure that his sound machine is playing and whisper, “I love you, little man.”
When I softly walk out of his room and find Mateo sitting on my couch, the electricity between us crackles in the air. It’s so strong that I stop right in my tracks to take in the scene before me.
Mateo is sitting on one side of the couch with his arm thrown on top of it, his legs spread out. My hands itch to feel him underneath his clothes. He has such a presence. Even though he tries to hide himself, it’s impossible. He’s sexy, confident, and gives off an elusive feeling. I’ve seen it at the bar. He doesn’t even seem to realize how he commands everyone’s attention just by entering a room.
Mateo draws me to him when he gives me his signature sexy smirk. He pats the spot next to him. “Come here, Pretty Girl.”
My clit throbs at his command. He calls me pretty constantly and, combined with that smirk, I feel like a goddess. I straighten my shoulders and saunter my way over to him. I feel so confident with the way he’s looking at me, I do something completely out of character for me. Instead of sitting next to him, I drop to my knees right in between his legs.
My hand glides up his thigh when I give him my own smirk, one I hope emulates his.
“What are you doing, Pretty Girl?”
“Thank you for everything you’ve done tonight.” I rub across his jeans right on top of his cock. He hardens under my fingers, and I’ve never felt so powerful. I move my hand up to his waistband and start to unzip his pants when he grabs my wrist. “You don’t have to.”
“I want to.” I cut him off. His brows are pinched as if he’s not sure he should believe me, so I go a different route. “Please, Mateo. Let me put your cock in my mouth. I want to taste you,” I beg.
He lightly strokes my cheek. “You beg so sweetly, Cecilia. How am I to deny you?” His words are laced with lust.
My hands go straight to the button on his pants and pop it open, hurrying to his zipper.
I suddenly feel desperate.
I want to get to him.
My fingers dip under the band of his jeans as I pull them down. Mateo helps by lifting his hips as I pull them down to his ankles.
Licking my lips when his thick cock springs out. “No boxers?” I ask, lifting a brow.
He just shrugs his shoulders, but I don’t have time to contemplate any of that because Mateo’s cock grabs my attention. The head is already dripping with pre-cum. I lean forward and lick the tip with my tongue. He lets out a moan, which drives me forward. I take him down my throat until I start to gag. I pull off him and go to lick the underside of his shaft.
“Shit. Pretty Girl, your mouth feels so good.”
His words go straight to my core, and I can feel my pussy getting wet.
He lets out a moan that comes from deep within his chest. Twisting his hand into my hair he pushes me down on his cock until it hits the back of my throat. I breathe through my nose, trying not to gag when he spurs me on. “That’s right, Pretty Girl, take me. You look so good with my cock in your mouth.”
I’ve always thought dirty talk during sex was cheesy, but the way Mateo is talking to me, I can’t help but get turned on. Pushing my hands down my leggings, I move to rub my clit and my wetness starts to drip down my thighs.
Mateo lets up on me, allowing me to wrap my hand around the base of his cock. I move it up and down in rhythm with how I’m touching myself. I continue to bob shallowly on the tip of his cock while licking simultaneously.
“Are you touching yourself?” He asks roughly looking down to where my hand is in my leggings. I grin around his cock.
“Fuck. Are you wet?”
I don’t answer him, I just take my hands out of my leggings and show myself glistening on my fingers. “Shit,” he groans.
I use that same hand and gently squeeze his balls, and his cock swells in my mouth. “Damn Cecilia, I’m about to come.”
I don’t let off. This time I take him all the way down without his assistance, sucking really hard. His grip on my hair tightens as he fills my mouth with his cum and I swallow it down.
Once he’s done coming, I pop off with a shit-eating grin. “How was that?”
“Why the hell are you asking? You know it was soul sucking. Now take your leggings off and lay down on the couch,” he commands.
I do exactly as he says. As I lie back, he finishes taking off his pants and removes his shirt. My mouth waters at the way he looks. I knew he was muscular, but this takes the cake. I stare at his muscular pecs following them down to the ridges of his stomach. Shit, he has an eight pack that blends into the most delicious V. I promise myself next time I’m going to trace every line of him with my tongue.
“Take off your shirt,” he demands. And I don’t have to think about it. I will do anything he wants me to do.
“These tits look so delicious.” He leans down and sucks one into his mouth.
I arch my back, pushing myself more into his mouth. I moan as he swirls his tongue around my hard peak. He draws the tip of his tongue across my chest to my other breast and gives that one attention. My pussy clenches with how good it feels, but empty at the same time. I grip his arms, and he looks up with me still inside his mouth. “Mateo. I need you.”
He chuckles at me. “You have me.”
I thrash against him and the couch. “No, I need you inside me.” I spread my legs even wider.
“You want me to put my hard cock inside you?”
“Yes. I want to feel you.”
“Let me grab a condom.” He leans over me and grabs his jeans off the ground, pulling the condom out of his pants pocket.
My eyebrows shoot to my forehead. “You already had one?”
He shrugs his shoulders and answers my question unapologetically. “Alex gave it to me a few weeks ago at the bar. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen tonight, but I wasn’t going to take any chances.” Bending down he kisses the tip of my nose.
And even though it was pretty presumptuous for him to have the condom, I can’t help but love how he doesn’t seem to care. To him, it’s simple. He wanted to be prepared no matter what was going to happen tonight.
“Let me put it on.” I breathe out while grabbing the condom from him.
I sheath it on, sliding my hand up his shaft. He groans at my touch.
“You are a fucking goddess.” He arranges my legs to fit himself between them. Then he thrusts into me, bottoming out on my cervix, forcing the breath out of me.
“You’re so deep,” I choke out as my whole body tightens around him.
He pauses, letting me adjust. “You need to relax,” he breathes out.
“What I need is for you to move. Fuck me, Mateo.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice,” he mutters as he starts to rock back and forth.
His hips start to piston faster and faster, his dick hitting me in the most perfect spot inside, causing me to see spots every time. “Keep going. You feel so good.”
“Let me make it feel even better.” His rough fingertips brush against my clit.
I moan at the sensation, climbing higher and higher with every touch.
I squeeze around him.
“Fuck, if you do that again, I’m going to come.” He groans, breathless as he keeps fucking me.
“I want you to come.”
“Not before you do.” His touch deepens on my clit and before I know it, I’m shouting.
“I’m coming!”
My whole body seizes up around him and I bring him along with me.
“Yes. Milk my fucking cock, Cecilia.”
Once he finishes, he slumps down on me, careful not to put his whole weight on me.
I never knew sex could be so electrifying. Trying to catch my breath, I practically purr. “That was amazing.”
He moves his hair off his face and gives me a boyish grin. “Yes, it was.” Quickly he gets up and I miss the warmth and feel of his body on top of me. I pout, looking at him.
“Don’t give me that look.” He puts his hand out for me to grab.
I put my hand in his and I can’t help but notice how small mine is compared to his. He closes his fingers around mine and pulls me off the couch and into his hard chest.
“Let’s go shower. We need to get some sleep before that little boy wakes us.”