Chapter 7 – Matías #3
My touch skims over her slick slit, just toying with her at first. That alone has Noa’s thighs tensing around me, has her trembling from stimulation…
or perhaps lack of experience with it. I can’t decide which thought stokes my own desire more.
She’s still trying to fight this, fight me.
But I feel the way her body is already surrendering.
The shudder in her breath, the way she grips my shoulders—not to push me away, but to hold on.
She’s unraveling, even if she doesn’t want to admit it yet.
My lips press beneath her ear, mouthing at the thin skin there. "You can lie all you want, but this?" A thumb flicks at her puffy clit. Her body jerks over it, a strangled moan falling from her parted lips. "This tells me everything I need to know."
Noa sucks in a sharp breath, thighs trying to snap shut, but I grip her harder, keeping her spread open across my lap.
Her head tries to duck, to conceal from me the need she wears so plainly across her exquisite features.
The hand not busy between her legs reaches up to fist dark tendrils the way it’s been dying to, wrenching her head back.
"You don’t fucking hide from me." I say it like law.
She lets out a broken sound, crying out, and I drag my fingers through her folds again, mopping up her own juices to circle her clit with, gentler now with a slow, lazy stroke. No real pressure. Just enough to make her ache the way I am. Just enough to make her desperate.
"Matías," she whispers, but she doesn’t finish whatever thought she has, because I press harder, rubbing her more insistently, feeling her body grow taut with the pleasure she works so admirably to suppress.
I chuckle darkly, sliding a finger into her.
Oh, the cry that leaves her then. She’s so…
fucking… tight, pulsing around me, her walls squeezing as I stroke deeply inside of her.
Her back can’t help its arch, her hips bucking against my hand, chasing the friction even though she’s pretending she doesn’t want this. Doesn’t want me.
My hand slips from her hair to cup her breast through the thin fabric of her dress.
The embellishments I’d revered beneath the lights infuriate me now, scratching at my palm.
Still, I can feel her nipple through the barrier.
All I need to do is flick at that hard bud to make her shiver with want—to make her pussy clench around the finger I work in and out of her.
What sounds will she make when I catch it between my fingers?
When I roll it hard, pinching it, twisting enough to make her squirm?
Her pussy is already dripping on my hand.
I don’t bother hesitating before slipping a second finger in with the first. She grinds into the pressure, whimpering, shaking. My face is already ruined, what more could some scratches do? I press my face to her tits, biting at that hard bud through her pretty dress.
Noa’s whining with every exhale now. I fuck her harder with my fingers, curling them deeper. My thumb remains relentless. My mouth winds up at her throat, nipping at her, sucking at her pulse. “Say you don’t want it,” I toy with her.
Her fistfuls of my shirt shake and shake.
“Say it,” I insist, kneading her breast roughly. “Say it and I’ll stop.”
All she can do is whine, riding my fingers like a good girl. I claim her mouth in a bruising kiss, meeting her with tongue and teeth, as desperate as the writhe of her hips, driving against my hand like she can’t get enough.
When I break the kiss, it’s to command: “Then you’ll look at me when you come.”
Her forehead drops against mine, and I can taste the pleasure in her panted exhalations. Her eyes can’t seem to open. Her mouth refuses to close. I stroke inside of her, over and over and over…
“Look. At. Me,” I growl, hand wrapping at her jaw to force her focus. “Noa.”
She obeys. Of course she does. She has no choice.
When those whiskey eyes lock on mine, I flick at her clit again—and I see it, can’t miss it, the moment she falls off the edge.
Her climax striking her ferociously, stunningly, leaving her shaking through the high she rides in roiling waves.
I can’t keep from groaning over how breathtaking she is.
How hard she has my cock without ever touching it.
The car is already full of the smell of her arousal when she falls against me, her body going mindlessly lax. She watches with a glazed-over look on her face when I slip my fingers from her pussy, and bring them to my lips—sucking her slick off my skin. “Tastes like fucking heaven to me.”
Even in the dark of the car, her cheeks are unmistakably red. “You’re a monster,” she hisses, jerking away from me.
I grin at her, my mood not even ruined by the pinched reminder of the scar on my cheek. “You just came for a monster, then.”
It certainly ruins her mood, though. Noa swallows hard, and looks away, out the window.
Her chest is still heaving hard, her pulse not having slowed just yet.
She scampers off my lap, like a startled puppy.
I slap her ass as she goes, stroking my cock, tenting my trousers, lazily.
It doesn’t grant much of a reprieve—but it’s nice to see her unable to look away.
“If you ever let another man look at you like that again,” I drawl, my knuckles dragging up her thigh, “I won’t be so gentle next time.”