Chapter 22
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
MATTEO
“How could I be focused on competing against her when she looked at me like that? Like she wanted my hands in her hair and my lips on her neck.” - Julian Hart, Painted Inferno
Jade stands in the kitchen, her back turned to me as she slides the empty dip container into the bag she brought. It’s already inching closer to midnight and everyone else cleared out a few minutes ago.
“I should probably go,” she says quietly, turning around to face me with her bag in hand. “Thanks for having me over. It was really nice getting to meet everyone who’s close to you.”
I push away from the counter, stalking across the kitchen to her. I don’t want her to leave—not yet at least.
Stepping into her space, I reach for her bag, wrapping my fingers around the handle. “Stay,” I rasp, searching her eyes. “I’m not ready for you to leave yet.”
“It’s late.” Her words are a half-hearted attempt to convince herself as well as me that she should leave, but the way her body is leaning into me suggests that’s not what she wants.
“I know,” I murmur as she releases her grip on the handle, letting me take it from her and tossing it onto the counter behind her.
I sweep my hand along the side of her jaw and slide my hand beneath her chin, tipping her head back. “Don’t go.”
Her nostrils flare, her eyebrows twitching. “Don’t let me,” she whispers.
Without another word, without another chance to breathe, I drop my face down to hers and steal her breath with my lips. Our lips crash into each other like waves against a shore. There isn’t a single beat of hesitancy in her lips as Jade kisses me back with the same intensity.
I trail my fingers along her jaw and down the side of her neck, memorizing every single inch of her skin I stroke.
Every look, every sound. Every touch and response—it’s all catalogued inside my mind, stored for safe keeping. Somewhere I can keep her forever.
Her lips are soft, and taste like strawberries and champagne. It was the only drink she had tonight. I know she’s sober and I like that more than anything. She’s here because she wants to be, not because she’s drunk. Every decision is made from a clear, sound mind.
She parts her lips as I trace the seam of them, my tongue slipping into her mouth, tangling with hers. I’m lost in her, caught in the undertow as she pulls me into the depths.
I breathe her in, devouring her with a reverent need. My heart hammers away inside my chest, the blood pumping at rapid speed through my veins. She’s in them, spreading throughout my body, seeping into my bones. She’s everywhere. She’s everything.
My hands trail across her collarbones, down the sides of her torso, stopping at her waist. She lets out a soft breath as I lift her into the air, setting her down on the counter.
“You’ve got me all fucked up, Sunny.” I murmur against her lips. She wraps her legs around me, pulling me flush against her. “I don’t know what you’re doing to me, but I don’t want you to stop.”
Jade’s fingers dance across my skin, pushing the bottom hem of my shirt up my torso. Goose bumps raise up as her hands trail over every inch of my abdomen, across the dips and curves, branding my skin with her fingertips.
She pushes my shirt up farther, her hands moving up over my chest. I pull away slightly, removing my hat and tossing it onto the counter. I grab the back of my shirt to pull it up and over my head, then toss it onto the floor.
Jade stares back at me, her lips parted, breathing heavily as her gaze rakes over my body. Desire burns brightly in her blue eyes. “Strip.”
The corners of my mouth twitch. Warmth spreads in the pit of my stomach and my cock throbs. “Yes, ma’am.” I’ll let her think she’s in charge… for now.
I take a step away from her and her legs fall onto the counter, spread wide as she leans back on her hands. I reach for my pants, slowly undoing them as I hold her stare. I push my pants and boxer briefs down my thighs, letting them fall to the floor, pooling around my feet.
I slide off my socks, kicking my clothes out of the way, and toss my socks with them.
My cock’s hard as a rock, precum beading at the tip as I stand up straight, staring down at her.
She rakes her teeth over her bottom lip, capturing it between them as her gaze trails down to my feet, lingering on my dick before sliding back to my face.
She slips off the counter, her feet hitting the floor as she closes the distance between us. She presses a manicured nail against the center of my chest. A moan vibrates in my chest as she drags it down my torso and along the length of my cock.
“Tell me, Playboy…” Her voice trails off and she runs her soft fingers along the underside of my erection. “How badly do you want to fuck me right now?”
Holy shit.
“Isn’t it obvious?”
“No.” Her eyes narrow as she stares up at me. Her hand wraps around the base of my dick. “I assume your dick gets hard for any woman who shows you attention.”
Fuck. I’m caught off guard by this side of her and goddammit, I like it. She’s ruthless and confident and sexy as hell.
There must be something wrong with me because I’m ready to burst just from the way she’s talking to me.
“I want to fuck you more than I’ve ever wanted to fuck anyone before,” I admit, my voice hoarse and thick with need. I reach out for her and growl as she takes a step out of my reach, abandoning my cock. “Tell me what I have to do to be able to fuck you, Sunny baby.”
She tilts her head to the side. “Prove it to me.”
Heat spreads through my body at her feisty words. She doesn’t stop me as I step back into her space, backing her against the counter. My hand slips around the back of her head, tangling in her hair, gripping her tightly as my mouth crashes into hers.
She doesn’t protest. Instead, her nails dig into my back as she pulls me closer, her tongue tangling with mine, kissing me with a feral, uninhibited need. I grab the bottom of her sweater, breaking apart from her just long enough to pull it away from her body and remove her bra.
My hands slip beneath the waistband of her leggings, dragging them down with her panties. Jade’s eyes are hooded now, burning with desire as she stands naked in my kitchen, staring back at me.
There isn’t a doubt in my mind that I could take her right here if I wanted to. Something inside me stirs. I’ve let her have her little bit of fun being in control. Now it’s my turn. I lift her into the air, sweeping her into my arms.
“What are you doing?” She sounds shocked, not angry, as she wraps herself around me.
“Taking you to my room.”
No one else has ever been in my room before, let alone in my bed, but it’s where I want her right now. I want to lay her down and worship her body as if I’m begging for a way into heaven.
My room is on the first floor and I carry her there, not stopping until I’m laying her down on my king-sized mattress. I don’t bother shutting the door. I want her moans and cries echoing throughout my house.
Jade lies on the center of the bed, her eyes flicking to mine as I walk around the perimeter of it, dragging my fingers across her flesh. I want to memorize every tiny detail of her. “I fucking love you like this,” I rasp.
I walk to the bottom of the bed, gripping her ankles as I drag her to the edge of the bed. I lower myself back down to my knees, sliding my hands up her calves, over her knees. They fall apart for me as I pin my arms against her thighs.
My face dips down between her legs, running my nose along the outside of her cunt, breathing in the smell of her arousal. I moan, deep and guttural, my cock pulsating. Warmth builds in the pit of my stomach.
She sighs, her body sagging as I trace her pussy lips with my tongue, deliberately teasing her with the tip. She wiggles beneath my touch, bucking her hips in protest. My lips move over the place she wants me the most, softly kissing it.
“What’s wrong?” I murmur, slipping my tongue over her clit and pushing it into her, tasting her arousal.
“Fuck you, Ford,” she growls, slipping her hands through my hair, tugging on my scalp. “You know what you’re doing.”
A chuckle vibrates in my chest and she attempts to lift her hips again, but I pin her down to the mattress. She lets out a frustrated sigh that transforms into a moan as I finally give her what she wants.
I lick her cunt, circling my tongue around her clit, alternating between licking and sucking as I fuck her with my mouth. My tongue laps against her, flicking her clit, applying pressure as I roll over it, again and again.
Her hips lift and she writhers beneath me. Her body shakes, her breathing growing more ragged with every passing second. My cock strains, the pressure building inside me as I push my tongue inside her.
My balls constrict and I moan against her, imaging my cock inside of her as she fucks my face. She moans louder, pushing against my arms, needing more. My tongue moves back to her clit and I devour her, sucking it hard into my mouth, giving her exactly what she wants.
She bucks her hips, her moans filling the air, fingers tugging on my hair.
“Oh, fuck,” she pants, her body coming apart on the bed beneath me.
Her orgasm hits her with full force, the exact time mine does.
I growl against her flesh, eating her out as I lose myself, cum spurting from my cock onto the floor.
I pin her down, consuming her as she rides out the waves of euphoria. I’m right there with her, my own body overheating as ecstasy wraps around me. My movements slow to gentle licks and kisses before I pull my face away from her.
I rise to my feet, unable to tear my gaze away from her swollen, glistening cunt. My cock is already hard again as I rake my gaze along the length of her body. Her lips are parted, her chest heaving, nostrils flaring as she stares up at me through dazed and satiated eyes.
“You’re fucking perfect.”
A lazy grin tugs on her lips. “No one’s perfect, Matteo.”