Chapter 27 #2
In one graceful move, he rises from the chair and drops me onto the bed. He’s disrobing when he says, “Let’s talk logistics.”
My jaw falls.
“What logistics ?” I screech, slightly bratty. “You fuck me. Those are the logistics.”
He barks a laugh, pulling his shirt over his head, and my throat dries.
“Are you on any form of birth control? Do you want to use a condom? Those logistics, bruja.”
“Oh.”
He stops midway through pulling his pants down. “Don’t worry. I’ll fuck you so thoroughly you’ll forget your own name. ”
“Uh…I—” I’m floundering. God, I hope he’s true to his word. “I have an IUD. I-I haven’t been with anyone in a while…” My voice quiets. “I got tested during my last checkup.”
His pants finally hit the floor, and his cock bobs against his muscled torso as he saunters to the bed.
“I want you bare, bruja. Nothing between us.”
He lays out the proposition, and my stomach flutters. “A-and you’ve been tested recently?”
I never would have given Mateo’s intimate life a second thought before this trip, but the idea of him having dated other people, slept with and beside other people…it makes me want to vomit and then metaphorically piss all over him to mark my territory.
It’s an unhealthy urge.
“I haven’t slept with anyone since the day we met,” he admits, upturning my world in one sentence. “But I had the panel run at my last blood draw. I’m clear.”
“Never…No one… How ?” My brain short-circuits while trying to comprehend what he’s saying. He hasn’t slept with anyone in two years?
“I think the question you want to ask is why .” He reaches the end of the bed, a large palm landing on each of my thighs, running up and down along my skin. “Ask me why, bruja.”
“Why?” I ask, my voice barely a whisper.
“Every other woman ceased to exist after I met you. You were— are —all I think about.”
I’ve never met someone who so openly admits how they’re feeling or can express their thoughts without shame. He’s a breath of fresh air after spending time underwater.
Mateo Alvarez is by far my greatest discovery.
This time with him has made me a better person, and I don’t know what more someone could ask for than that. Since I’ve been on this boat, I’ve morphed and evolved, and none of it would be possible without him—his quiet encouragement and staunch belief in me.
He spreads my legs wide, pushing up my knees to settle between my thighs. His dick grazes against my clit, and I release a small yelp.
Without warning, he plunges two fingers deep inside me, and I launch off the bed as he slides in easily. Giving him a blowjob was all the foreplay I needed. I want him , and I want him now .
I claw at his forearms, trying to pull him closer, but he tsks and pulls his fingers out.
My core hollows out as he sucks his fingers into his mouth.
“Delicious.”
I’ve died.
I’ve died and this is some alternate reality. Holy fucking shitballs.
He drags his shaft against my entrance, coating himself in my arousal. Up and down until I’m delirious with need and squirming beneath him.
“ Please ,” I beg.
I hate begging him. Hate it as much as the cocky grin he offers when he hears the word. Hate it so much I want to fuck him.
“Are you going to take my cock like a good girl?”
“Mateo,” I growl. I’m growing impatient and hot—so fucking hot I might implode. “Fuck me. Right. Now.”
He chuckles but lines himself up at my entrance and slowly presses his hips forward. The first inch burns, and my breath catches as he slides deeper, using my thighs as leverage.
Mateo groans as he moves in shallow thrusts. He’s teasing me—teasing the both of us—as he takes his time.
Every stroke is too much and not enough, and I’m trying to match every one of his thrusts before the undercurrent of pleasure pulls me under.
He shifts, pushing up my knees to deepen the position, and then slams into me, hitting a part so deep inside me I see stars .
“ Oh, fuck .” His pace is steady but deep, and pleasure coils in my abdomen.
It’s not until Mateo leans down and captures my nipple between his teeth that we’re in missionary. The final rule broken.
He pulls the taut bud between his teeth, and the sting of pain adds to the pleasure. I lift my hand, cupping his jaw, and he leans into the touch. A swell of tender understanding washes over him. He knows the significance of the position we’re in. Understands the power he holds.
And for the first time in my life, I’m not afraid that someone else holds power over me.
Because Mateo may be the only person I trust enough not to use it against me.
“So fucking pretty,” he mutters, picking up his pace.
My breasts shake with the force of his thrusts, and I’m halfway to the edge when he stops and pulls out.
I can’t say I’m proud of the desperate sound that escapes my lips, but he chuckles and crouches to dig through my bag. When he rises, he’s holding the vibrator I assaulted him with.
“We forgot our friend ,” he says, placing the toy against my clit and driving back into me.
The toy clicks on, and I nearly ascend to a new plane of existence. The pressure compounds until my fingers begin to tingle and my thighs start to shake from holding back.
I’m desperate to orgasm, but I want him to go with me.
“I’m close.” I grab his forearms. “Come with me.”
Mateo’s pupils blow, and he tosses the toy to the side, pistoning in and out of me until we’re both groaning with need. He pulses inside me when I clench around him.
“Do that again and I won’t last,” he grunts.
Obviously, I do it again.
“Fuck, Charlie. You’ll be my undoing.” Something about the words—spoken with such truth and desperation—incites my smile. He steals it with a kiss, nipping at my lower lip. “Where do you want me, bruja?”
I want to feel claimed by him, so I answer in away I would never with someone else.
“Fill me,” I moan, near begging.
Mateo’s response is feral as he drives into me like this moment is his last on earth. The words are all it takes for me to unravel, and the orgasm barrels into me, so strong my vision blackens. A few strokes later, he follows, pulsing as he finishes inside me.
He drags out my orgasm by stroking my clit with his thumb until I’m hypersensitive from the pleasure and push his hand away.
The silence shared between us as he pulls out is foreign, and his attention fixes on the apex of my thighs, where I can feel him leaking out. Almost in a daze, he reaches out a hand and scoops up his load before plunging it back inside me.
I lose the ability to breathe.
He stands for a moment in contemplation before he says, “ Dios, you’re fucking hot.”
I choke on a laugh, my limbs heavy and brain foggy as I lift onto my forearms to watch his ass sway before he slips into the bathroom. Mateo returns with a warm towel, cleaning up the mess we made between my thighs with a tender touch.
I can’t help but swipe away his unruly hair and marvel at his beauty. A sharp jawline paired with full, soft lips. Dark, wavy hair and gorgeous, stunning eyes. Thick brows that furrow in confusion when he notices my staring.
“You’re handsome,” I blurt out, then pull my lip between my teeth.
I want to shove the words back in my mouth when he blinks at me like I’ve said the craziest thing on the planet. They used to think bloodletting cured nearly every disease; my declaration that Mateo is handsome is not that insane .
We stare at each other until he launches back onto the bed and pulls me beneath the covers.
“Thank you, bruja. Another compliment I’ll hold tightly to my chest.”
I level him with an unamused look.
Do not say it .
“Right beside how I smell like a summer breeze.”
He laughs as I whack his bicep. Annoying asshole.
“Shut it, carino.”
We settle beneath the covers, the boat swaying gently.
“Your final rule is broken,” he whispers against my temple, pulling me close.
“I-I don’t think I need rules anymore.”
The rules were made to keep myself detached from emotion—to keep myself “safe.” I don’t need the safety net anymore because I have it right now in Mateo’s arms.
But I don’t know what to do now that I don’t have any rules at all.