13. Mateo
Chapter thirteen
Mateo
B y the afternoon, we make it to the gym. Thankfully, Bear was willing to watch Oliver so I can give Cecilia my full attention. My body is keyed up from the idea that there is someone out there who actually put their hands on her. I need to expend some energy, but it will have to be after I give Cecilia her first actual lesson. I open the door for her.
“After you,” I say as gentlemanly as possible, bowing slightly to her.
She cracks a smile at my antics. Good. I’m hoping we can both relax enough to enjoy our session. My cock hardens at the memory of the last time I tried to teach her. I escort her to the back room, heading straight to the closet and grab the padded helmet. “Remember that you need to wear this anytime we train.”
“Yes, sir,” she breathes out as I come closer to her. I see her nipples are pebbling. Fuck, she’s already turned on.
I hand her the helmet and press my lips to her ear. “Focus, Pretty Girl. Lesson first, then I can take care of your other need.”
Her face reddens with my words, and I feel a triumph in making her blush. But we need to focus, so I take a step back. “Do you remember the spots to hit?”
“Yes.”
“Do you remember what you do after you stop them from hurting you?”
She nods. “I yell and run to get help.”
“Good girl.”
Her eyes dilate and the blush from earlier deepens as she hears my praise. I file that in the back of my mind for later. “Let’s work on making a fist, and then we can practice hitting a punching bag.”
“Sounds good.”
“Make a fist.” I grab her forearm, forcing her to extend it so I can inspect it. “That looks good, but don’t put your thumb on the inside of your palm. You want your thumb on the outside over these knuckles.” I explain as I rub my calloused fingers across her knuckles.
She shivers at my touch but does exactly what I asked. I move my legs one in front of the other to show a fighting stance. “Now, you’re going to put your legs like mine.”
Cecilia follows and puts her legs into a fighting stance. I assess her as she does it to make sure that she’s standing properly. “All of your power is going to come from your legs. When you punch, you’re going to bend your knees slightly and use them to push off and propel your fist forward.”
I show her exactly what I mean as I punch the air. “Now, you try it.”
She does and I’m surprised by how quickly she’s catching on, but don’t let it show. I move up behind her, placing one hand on her waist and the other on the arm throwing a fist. “You’re doing good. But make sure you put your whole body behind the punch. It will give you more power.” I caress down her arm while tightening my grip on her waist.
“You look so fucking sexy,” I grind out.
She spins in my arms and presses her plump tits against me, looking up at me through a curtain of hair that has fallen out of her ponytail.
“Do you know how sexy you look taking charge like this?” She purrs.
I’m in so much fucking trouble. It’s so hard to stay focused on teaching her when all I want to do is get inside of her. Shit, I’m just going to have to suck up my jealousy and let Dexter teach her. He’s the best option since he’s with someone.
Cecilia breaks me out of my thoughts when she leans up on her tippy toes and places her lips on mine.
The kiss starts off slow and tentative, but as it goes on, she seems to get bolder. She licks my lips, demanding that I open up, which I comply with right away. I could never deny her. She slips her tongue into my mouth and that’s when I snap. Our tongues battle for who is in control and she loses quickly.
My hands move down to her ass and I lift her up. She instantly wraps those beautiful thighs around my waist. I can feel the heat from her pussy, and it makes me even harder. “Mateo. I need you inside me.”
“I love when you beg for my cock, Pretty Girl.”
Remembering how last time she became so embarrassed, I quickly move us to the corner of the room, making it harder for someone to see us if they burst in. Laying her down, I kiss my way down her gorgeous body. I want her to feel like a goddess. I need her to know how desperate I am for her.
“I love your body. I love the way you are so responsive to my touch,” I rasp.
As I make my way down to her leggings, I’m so desperate to get to her I don’t even try to pull them down. I just grab the seam and rip a huge hole right in her center. “Mateo!” she yells, but it quickly turns into a moan as my tongue licks up her slit.
“Mmm…you taste so good, Pretty Girl.”
Hell, it’s the best taste I’ve ever had in my mouth. I know I won’t ever get enough. I want her to come on my tongue before I get my cock inside her. I dip my tongue into her pussy as my nose brushes against her clit. Her legs shake in my grasp, and I know she’s getting close. Sliding my tongue upward, I suck on her clit, her hands grab my head, and she thrusts herself into my mouth. “That’s right, Pretty Girl, ride my face.”
“Mateo, I’m about to come.”
“Do it. Now.”
She then detonates on my tongue and her juices flood my mouth. I lap it up. Once she has come down, I give her pussy a kiss and move up her body. I line my cock up with her, thrusting forward as I kiss her. Leisurely pushing my hips forward as my lips never leave hers, letting her taste how good she is.
When I pull back, both of us panting. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
She nods while I place my hands on either side of her head, making sure I don’t crush her. I pull out of her and thrust back into her, hitting her deep. Her pussy immediately chokes me. “Fuck. Pretty Girl, you are so tight.”
Her hands pull at the mat as she thrusts her hips up toward me, showing she’s ready for me to keep going, and that’s exactly what I do. I pound into her, my pelvis skimming against hers. She clenches around me and then lets out a guttural scream when she finally comes. I don’t hold my orgasm off, I just let hers take me over the cliff.
I roll off her and lie down next to her on the mat. She rolls toward me with a grin. “I’ve never experienced sex like this before.”
I move a piece of hair out of her face. “Everything about us has been life changing.” Leaning in, I give her a soft kiss. After basking in each other for a few minutes, I jump up and extend my hand out to her. “Come on, Pretty Girl, let’s get you home.”
She grabs my hand and giggles. “Mateo? I think I need something to cover up.” Glancing over at her, I see how her leggings are hanging off her in shreds. Fuck, what was I thinking? She’s right. She can’t go out like that. Moving my way back to the closet, I find a towel. “Here, you can wrap this around your waist?”
“Do you think we’ll ever make it through a lesson?” She rasps out as she wraps the towel around her waist.
“Don’t worry, I have a plan.” I grin down at her as I pull her to the parking lot and back to the car.
Ten minutes later, we’re in front of her apartment building. “Come to dinner with me tonight? I want you and Oliver to meet my family.”
She freezes while gripping the car door handle, folding inward and trying to make herself as small as possible. She doesn’t look at me either, she just keeps her gaze straight ahead. “Are you sure? You don’t have to.”
I’m not having this; she doesn’t need to make herself smaller just for me. “Pretty Girl, look at me,” I demand.
She slowly turns to me and when our eyes connect, I can see the storm that is brewing within. “Cecilia. Let’s get this straight. You are mine, which means Oliver is mine, too. I want everyone to know. I’ll pick you both up at six.” I don’t give her a chance to back out.
“We’ll be ready.” She breathes out as if she is relieved that I’ve taken control and then leaves to go inside. I watch her and all I can think about is how she is my future and everything I’ve ever wanted.