Chapter 18 Matteo #3
“Nope.” My hand dips, and I slide a finger through my folds, my hips rocking against the sweet friction.
“Liar.” His dark laugh rumbles through me. “You wish that was me touching you. My finger sliding through your wetness. Don’t you?”
My breathing picks up, but I don’t answer. I can’t. It feels like the tables are turning here, and he’s getting the upper hand.
“Yeah, you fucking do,” he growls to himself. “If it were my hand, you’d want me to tease that little clit, wouldn’t you?” He exhales a breath. “Do it. Rub your clit, Fallon. Slow circles.”
His voice is so deep, so guttural, and I want to hear him say more. So I stupidly do what he says without question, circling a finger over my sensitive clit, imagining it’s really his finger and not mine.
“That’s it,” he breathes. His body lowers, still not touching me, but I feel the heat of him and it’s driving me wild, making my skin itch for contact. “My finger stroking through your wetness, baby. My finger rubbing that clit.”
A moan sneaks up my throat at his filthy words. Fuck, why does this feel so good?
“Spread your legs. Wider,” he orders. “Let me see you.”
Fuck. Me. I put one foot on the ground and the other hooked over the back of the couch.
He leans back slightly for a better look, and pure hunger takes over his features.
I’d take the time to point it out, but I’m lost in sensation, lost in the way my hand moves in quickening circles, the way I envision him doing this instead of me.
“Look how fucking drenched you are.” He wets his lips. “You feeling empty, Fallon?”
Am I? As soon as he poses the question, my body aches to be filled. A whimper sneaks out. “Yes,” I whisper.
“Need my cock, don’t you, you little slut? Need to be filled. I can tell. Look at you, soaking the cushions just thinking about it.”
Speaking of his cock… The way he’s angled over me, the way my legs are spread, has the hard bulge in his pants pressing against my thigh.
“Two fingers,” he says.
It's difficult but I pull my attention away from his crotch. “What?”
“Fuck yourself with two fingers. Now.”
I sink two fingers in deep and we both let out a strangled hiss. “Fuuuuck,” I whine, pulling them back out only to plunge them back in. “Yes.”
Matteo dips his head near my ear, but not touching. He’s still holding himself up, his knuckles white from how tight he’s gripping the back of the couch. “Faster,” he tells me. “Clench around those fingers like you would if it was my hard cock buried in you, baby. Don’t stop.”
“Oh, God.” I groan, my head tilting back. The sound of my fingers fucking my cunt fills the room, and it’s filthy and delicious and so wrong, but I don’t care.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” His warm breath tickles the shell of my ear. “You want to come, Fallon? Want to come on my dick?”
I’m nodding my head so fast, it’s embarrassing. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”
Through the haze of lust, I barely feel the slight rocking sensation against my thigh. His hips thrusting, seeking. But maybe that’s me, my world tilting with the onslaught of pleasure.
“You gonna come for me, baby? Be my good fucking girl and come for me?”
I’m mewling, back arching, fingers moving in and out as I rapidly build toward that peak. My palm presses down, adding the pressure my clit desperately needs.
“Oh, fuck! Yes… I’m coming... Fuck!” My walls contract, gripping my fingers as I plummet over the edge. Stars cloud my vision, and for a second, I think I feel wetness against my thigh, but I’m so off balance, so far gone out of my body from my climax that nothing feels real.
Slowly, I come back down to earth, my heart regaining its regular rhythm. I melt back against the pillows and open my eyes.
Matteo is no longer above me, but several steps away, his back to me.
At this angle, I get the perfect view of the giant tattoo spanning across his muscular back.
The giant angel wings spread from shoulder to shoulder, and in the middle is a hooded figure with a bloodied sword.
An angel of death or protection? Both maybe. Just like him.
Silence stretches between us, and he still doesn’t look at me. I snatch my panties off the ground and stand to slide them back on when he finally speaks.
“Like I said, you can try to tempt us, but your plan isn’t going to work. We don’t want you like that.”
What the fuck? I blink against the sting his words send through my chest. “You seemed to want me just now,” I point out.
He glances over his shoulder at me, and a smug as fuck grin slips into place.
“I didn’t even touch you, Fallon. Just played up to your fantasy to prove my point.
So go ahead and thirst for us all you want, but at the end of the day, you're nothing to us, just a pawn in a bigger game.” He heads for the door. “Now get back in your fucking room.”
There’s a lump in my throat, but I swallow it back. Fuck him if he thinks he gets to hurt my feelings. I’m not an idiot, he was just as into what just happened as I was.
I flip off his retreating form, then find my book he tossed across the room and slowly head back down the stairs.
I'm lying in bed when I hear the click of the lock.
Asshole.