Chapter 19
CHAPTER NINETEEN
JADE
“He caught me staring and he smiled.” - Clara Foss, Painted Inferno
Matteo’s quiet as he walks into the building, falling into step with me as we walk over to the elevator shaft. The tension is palpable and thick in the air around us. My heart races and I glance at him from the corner of my eye.
“Is everything okay?”
He pushes his hand through his hair as I press the button to call for the car. “No, Sunny. It’s not okay.”
My stomach twists with dread and falls onto the floor.“What’s wrong?”
The elevator’s on the top floor and stops a few floors above us.
“This,” he rasps, waving between the two of us. “We have a pact. A deal. We laid down rules and I can’t seem to find the fucking willpower to keep following them.” He shakes his head and looks down at the floor.
I swallow hard. We drew lines in the sand, specific ones we said we wouldn’t cross. When we first made this pact, I told him I wouldn’t be trading sexual favors for him helping me. That’s not what this is. God, this is the farthest thing from that.
“So, don’t.”
His eyes flick to mine. The elevator starts to descend toward the lobby. “Don’t what?”
“Follow the rules.” I pinch my lips between my teeth and my heart hammers harder. This is probably a mistake, but I’m done worrying about that. I’m done worrying about how I might feel in the future, when I can feel and experience so much in the moment. “Sometimes they’re meant to be broken.”
“Jade…” his voice is hoarse, his eyes hooded. The elevator dings as it reaches the lobby. “You said no sexual favors.
I lift a brow. “It’s not. We have an agreement to help each other outside of that. This is more like an added benefit.”
A smirk tugs on his lips. “I like added benefits.”
The elevator doors slide open. He reaches for my hand and I slide my fingers through his, tugging on his arm as I step through the doorway. “So do I.”
Matteo walks in after me, pulling on my arm as he spins me around to face him. “Fuck the rules,” he murmurs, stepping into my space, until my back hits the wall. His eyes search mine, as if he’s silently asking for my permission.
A ragged breath slips from my lips and I repeat the same three words back to him. “Fuck the rules.”
His fingers slide through my hair as he cradles the back of my head. “Fucking elevators,” he murmurs, his face dipping down to mine. “I’ve been waiting to do this in here.”
His mouth claims mine, his lips hard, yet soft as he kisses me with a fervent need. He steals any words I could have possibly spoken in response. I kiss him back, my lips moving with his, tasting, teasing, melting. We cease to exist separately.
He groans, his hips pushing against my torso, tearing his mouth away from mine. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
“Yes,” I murmur, tugging his mouth back to mine, sucking his bottom lip between my teeth. “You said you need to get me out of your system.”
And I think I might need him out of mine too.
“Just once is all we need.”
The elevator dings when it reaches my floor. I pull back, my eyes searching his for a brief second.. “What if it doesn’t work?”
“It has to,” he rasps, his nostrils widening. I love seeing him like this, unraveling for me.
The doors slide open and I give him a gentle shove, smirking as I reach for his hand and walk out into the hall. “It’s cute that you think you won’t be the one getting attached.”
Matteo’s silent as I lead him into my apartment, but as soon as the door shuts behind him, his hands find me once more.
“I’m already attached, Sunny baby,” he murmurs, grabbing my hips, pulling me flush against him. “Let me pretend I still have some control over what’s happening here.”
His hands slide around my back, slipping down over the back pockets of my jeans, and beneath my ass.
He grabs the backs of my thighs, lifting me into the air in one fluid movement.
Instinctively, my hands go around the back of his neck and my legs wrap around his torso.
He kicks off his shoes the same time mine fall off my feet.
“Which room is yours?”
“End of the hall, on the left,” I murmur, trailing my lips along his sharp jaw covered in day-old stubble. I like it. It makes him look a bit more…undone.
Matteo moans, his hands gripping my ass as he stalks through my apartment, his strides long and purposeful. My lips move to his ear, finding the soft skin beneath it. I nip at his flesh, sliding my hands through his damp hair.
“Jade,” he pants as I drag my tongue along the side of his throat. His cock presses against my ass and he quickly turns to the left.
We don’t make it past the kitchen.
He sets me down on the island, shrugs off his coat and leaves it on the floor. His hands reach for the bottom hem of my shirt. “Do you want me to stop?” he asks, his voice quiet, eyes searching mine as his fingertips dance across my skin.
“No.”
He grips the bottom of my shirt, sliding it up and over my head before tossing it onto the floor. His eyes immediately widen as they roam across my bare chest. My nipples instantly hardened under his burning gaze.
“No bra,” he rasps, his throat bobbing as he swallows hard. His hands start at my collarbones, tracing the dips and curves of my body. He drags his fingertips around the outer swell of my full breasts, his eyes flickering to mine. “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” I breathe, nodding my head. My heart gallops. “Everything you’re doing is okay. If something isn’t, I’ll tell you.”
His nostrils flare and he nods once. His palms are hot against my skin as he slides them beneath my breasts, cupping them. His eyes are still on mine as he brushes his thumbs over my hard nipples.
I suck in a sharp inhale, my lips parting with a ragged breath. His pupils dilate before he lowers down to pull my pebbled flesh into his mouth. My head falls back, warmth spreading through my body as he draws my nipple between his teeth, sucking and tasting. Teasing and nipping.
He trails his lips across my chest, giving the same attention to my other breast as he plays with the other with his hand. I’m coming apart at the seams, melting like candle wax in his palms.
“I need you, Matteo,” I moan, lifting my head as he releases my nipple.
He stands upright, not stopping me as I reach for his shirt and drag it up and over his head.
I toss it onto the floor and reach for the front of his pants.
He grabs my hands, pulling them away from his zipper.
In one fluid movement, he lowers me onto the counter, the marble cooling my skin as he sweeps my arms above my head and pins both wrists with his right hand.
“Not yet,” he murmurs, his mouth finding mine. He kisses me deeply, his tongue tangling with mine before pulling away. “If I’m going to fuck you, I’m going to fuck you the right way.”
Holy shit. I’ve never wanted someone as badly as I want him right now.
My breath catches, my pulse thundering as he trails his lips along my jaw, down my throat. He drags his hands down my body and they roam across my flesh as his mouth makes a path to the waistband of my pants.
He slips the button through the hole of my jeans, his fingers finding the zipper and slowly dragging it down.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Never,” I rasp as he slips his hands beneath the waistband of my jeans.
“Lift your hips for me, Sunny,” he murmurs as his hands move around my bottom. I lift and he drags my jeans and panties down the length of my legs, discarding them as he slips them from my feet.
He’s on his knees pushing mine apart as his fingers press into the insides of my legs. “God, you’re soaked,” he growls, inching his fingertips closer to the apex of my thighs. “I just need one taste.”
“Please,” I moan, my voice desperate and unrecognizable.
“Since you asked so nicely,” he murmurs, his breath hot on my flesh as he lowers his mouth to the center of my thighs. He licks me once, his groan vibrating against me as he swipes his tongue through my arousal.
He doesn’t lift his head, but he looks up at me from where he’s positioned between my legs. His eyes are dark with lust and need. “I need more,” he pants, his voice a plea. “I need another taste.”
I pull my lip between my teeth, biting down, tasting copper. It’s the alternative to grabbing his head and pushing his mouth to me. “Please,” I breathe, nodding. “Don’t stop.”
His mouth is back on me without a second thought. He’s hungry. Ravenous. Feral. He eats me alive. His tongue is his weapon and I’m at his mercy. He slides his tongue inside me, driving deep strokes in and out before dragging it along flesh again.
He’s teasing me, testing me to see how much I can take. His tongue flicks my clit and he growls against me as my body writhers beneath his touch. He plays with it, sucking it into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it, driving me closer and closer to the edge.
“Oh god, yes,” I moan, my fingers pushing through his hair, tangling in the silky locks.
My body starts to tighten, teetering on the precipice as my orgasm creeps in closer. He skillfully moves his tongue away, slipping it back inside of me again.
Frustration rolls over me, but the heat in the pit of my stomach melts it away. “Goddammit, Matteo,” I groan, gripping his hair tighter. I don’t want him to stop. I’ve never experienced anything like this before. “I’m so close.”
The other men I’ve been with could take a few lessons from him.
I don’t want to think about anyone Matteo’s practiced this on before.
He chases the thoughts away when his tongue hits my clit again. My hands are between my legs, fisting his hair as he feasts upon me. He works the bundle of nerves with his mouth and his tongue until the levees break and the heat spreads through my body.
“Oh my god, Matteo,” I cry out, my face screwing up with pleasure.
My orgasm hits me with a ferocity that has my back arching, body coming undone. My fingers grip his hair, and he pins my legs down as he licks and sucks until I’m completely spent, floating in the abyss of ecstasy.
He stands upright, leaning over the counter as he cages me in. “How you feelin’?”
“So good,” I murmur, a lazy orgasm induced smirk tugging on my lips. My arms stretch between us as I reach for his pants. “I’ll feel even better when you’re inside me.”
His mouth finds mine, soft and tender as he kisses me. I taste myself on his tongue and he moans into my mouth as I undo his pants and try to slide them down. He chuckles, lifting his mouth from mine.
“Whoever taught you how to do that deserves an award.”
“No one taught me.” He stares down at me, biting his lips. “I don’t go down on the women I sleep with.”
My brow furrows and my stomach does a somersault. “Who do you go down on?”
“No one,” he admits, shaking his head. His voice grows softer. “You.”
I’m the only one who’s had him like this.
My breath hitches, my heart crawling into my throat as his words slide under my skin and into my veins. His vulnerability has me at a loss for words. It’s not what I expected him to say. I like the thought of being the only one for him. He’s nothing like I expected him to be.
His eyes are still on mine as he stands upright and pushes his pants down, pulling his boxer briefs with them. I lift up, resting on the back of my elbows, my eyes sliding down the length of his torso to his cock.
I inhale sharply, my eyes widening. His cock throbs, standing at full attention. He’s thick and longer than I imagined. The head glistens, the tip wet with precum… and the metal ball of a barbell sticking out. Holy shit.
“You’re pierced.”
The corners of his mouth twitch. “I am. Is that okay?”
I swallow hard, bobbing my head. I’ve never been with anyone who was pierced before. “Does it hurt?”
He chuckles softly, dipping his head as he spits into his hand. I’m practically panting as he wraps his hand around the shaft of his cock, slowly stroking the length of it as he steps back between my legs.
“No,” he murmurs, shaking his head. “It won’t hurt you, either.”
“Okay,” I rasp, my eyes still on his cock as he pumps it with his left hand. “I want to feel it…” I look up at him. “Without anything between us.”
His nostrils flare as he sucks in a breath. “Yeah? I’m clean.”
“Me too.” I point to my arm where there’s an implant underneath my skin. “I’m on birth control, so that’s not a concern either.”
He lets go of his dick, his hands finding my hips as he drags me to the edge of the counter. “I’m not going to last long, Sunny,” he rasps as he presses his cock against me. The barbell brushes my clit and my body quivers. “Goddamn, look at you. You’re fucking beautiful.”
He pushes into me with a moan, his movements slow and calculated. I’m so wet and ready, I stretch around his cock with ease, taking every inch as he sinks into me. His hands find my hips, gripping my flesh as he slowly pulls out, stopping with just the tip inside.
He slowly enters me again, his piercing leading the way, stroking my insides as he drags his cock in and out of me. It’s the slowest, sweetest form of torture that has me lifting my hips off the counter, about to fall apart.
His fingers tighten, his movements becoming faster. He pumps his hips, pounding into me. Every stroke is harder than the one before. It’s obvious he’s starting to lose control as his breathing becomes choppy. I’m barely holding myself together.
We’re both a mess of moans as he stands at the edge of the counter, his body positioned between my thighs.
He slides his hand between us, planting his palm against the bottom of my stomach as he rolls his thumb over my clit.
Heat spreads through my body, pleasure erupting as he fucks me harder, thumb applying a delicious amount of pressure.
I clench around him, the pressure building inside. His eyes latch onto mine and the fire burns brightly in his eyes as he thrusts into me once more, my orgasm hitting me like a tidal wave, pleasure rolling throughout my body.
His face screws up, his hips rocking into me as he loses himself inside of me, my name falling from his lips in a ragged exhale.
There’s absolutely no way either of us are coming back from this…