Chapter 13 Rose
ROSE
Sunlight filters through the heavy curtains, casting a warm glow over the tangled sheets. I blink awake, my body aching in the best way possible, every muscle reminding me of the night before.
God. Did that really happen?
But it must have, because Matteo’s here.
His arm is draped heavily across my waist, his chest pressed against my back, his breath steady and warm against my neck. We're naked, skin to skin, and the intimacy of it all makes my heart stutter.
I shift slightly, and he stirs, his grip tightening possessively.
"Morning, fiorellino," he murmurs, voice rough with sleep, lips brushing my shoulder. His hand slides up to cup my breast, thumb grazing the nipple lazily.
I almost moan just for that.
I turn in his arms, facing him, and his dark eyes meet mine, intense even in the soft light. There's a tenderness there that surprises me, softening the hard lines of his face.
"Morning," I whisper, tracing the tattoos on his chest with my fingertip. The ink tells stories I want to learn, piece by piece.
He pulls me closer, our legs entwining, and kisses me slowly, deeply, like he has all the time in the world. I melt into it, my hand threading through his hair.
When we break apart, he nuzzles my nose with his. "You were incredible last night.”
“Was I?” My voice is filled with sarcasm. “I feel like I didn’t do much.”
“You have no idea.” He brings my hand to his lips and kisses the knuckles. “You’re mine now, little flower. No going back."
The words send a thrill through me, a mix of fear and excitement. I nod, pressing my forehead to his. "I'm not going anywhere."
His smile is wicked, but his touch is gentle as he strokes my back, fingers trailing down my spine.
My body responds to him effortlessly, heat pooling between my thighs as his hand dips lower, cupping my ass.
"I want to taste you again," he says, voice dropping an octave, eyes darkening with lust.
But I shake my head, emboldened by the night we shared. "Let me take care of you this time."
He seems amused by the suggestion. “Oh?”
“Don’t laugh!” I hit him half-heartedly with a pillow. “I may be a virgin, but I want to learn. Want to make you feel good, too.”
His pupils suddenly devour the gold around them. “Virgin?”
“I mean… Yeah.” I feel a blush creep up my cheeks. “Why? Is that a problem?”
Instead of answering, he kisses me even deeper than before. I can practically taste his hunger as he bites into me, and all I can do is surrender.
But then we part, and he sits back. “I’ll teach you.”
“Okay,” I whisper. “Where should I start?”
“Do whatever feels natural.”
Still trembling a little from the kiss, I push him onto his back. That ends with me straddling his hips for a moment, feeling his cock twitch against my core. He watches me with that predatory gaze, but lets me lead—for now.
I slide down his body, kissing a path along his chest, nipping at the ridges of his abs. His skin is warm, tasting of salt and him.
When I reach his cock, it's already hard, thick and veined, standing proud against his stomach. Pre-cum glistens at the tip, and I lick my lips, wrapping my hand around the base.
"That's it, baby," he growls, his fingers tangling in my hair, guiding without forcing. "Suck my cock like you mean it. Show me how much you want it."
I lean in, tongue flicking out to lap at the head, swirling around the sensitive underside. He groans, hips bucking slightly.
Slowly, I get the hang of it. I thought it’d be harder to get it right, but between his hand at the back of my head and my hunger for him, I manage to drag a few more groans of pleasure from his throat. His cock grows saltier, too, which I count as a win.
Finally, I take him into my mouth, lips stretching around his girth.
He's big, filling my mouth completely, and I bob my head slowly at first, sucking with hollowed cheeks.
“You can take more than that,” he pants. “Can’t you?”
I nod frantically. I can’t speak, but God, I want what he’s promising. I want more.
His hand tightens in my hair, directing the pace, pushing me down further. I try to go along until I gag a little, tears pricking my eyes.
But fuck me, it feels good to be used like this. To be owned.
"Fuck, yes. Deeper, Rose. Take every inch. Your mouth feels so fucking good wrapped around me."
His dirty words spur me on, making my pussy clench with need. I hollow my cheeks harder, tongue pressing flat against the vein pulsing on the underside as I slide up and down. Saliva drips down his shaft, making it slick, and I use my hand to stroke what I can't fit.
He guides me faster now, fucking my mouth in shallow thrusts, his breaths coming ragged. "Look at you, choking on my dick. You love it, don't you? Love pleasing me."
I moan around him, the vibration drawing a curse from his lips. My free hand cups his balls, rolling them gently, feeling them tighten.
He's close. I can tell by the way his thighs tense, his grip turning iron.
But just as his cock throbs warningly on my tongue, he yanks my head back, pulling me off with a wet pop.
"Not yet," he pants, eyes wild. "I want to fill that tight pussy first."
Before I can protest, he hauls me up, positioning me in his lap. My knees straddle his hips, his cock nudging my entrance, slick with my arousal from sucking him.
He grabs my wrists, pinning them behind my back at the small of my spine with one large hand. The position arches my back, thrusting my breasts forward, and I feel exposed, vulnerable—
—and so fucking turned on.
"Ride me, Rose," he commands, voice gravelly. "Bounce on this cock like the needy girl you are."
I sink down slowly, impaling myself on him inch by inch. He's huge, stretching me wide, the fullness making me gasp.
When I'm fully seated, his pelvis grinding against my clit, I start to move, rolling my hips in circles at first. His free hand grips my hip, guiding me up and down.
"That's it. Fuck yourself on me. Feel how deep I am? Stretching that sweet cunt."
His words are filthy, pouring over me like fuel on fire. I pick up speed, rising and falling, my breasts bouncing with each motion. The angle hits perfectly, his cock dragging against that spot inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyelids.
He thrusts up to meet me, hard and relentless, the slap of our bodies echoing in the room. "You like being pinned like this? Helpless while I fuck you? My dirty little flower, taking it so well."
Sweat beads on his chest, and I lean forward as much as I can, capturing his mouth in a messy kiss. He bites my lower lip, then releases my mouth to suck on my neck, marking me again with teeth and tongue.
The pressure builds fast, my clit rubbing against his pubic bone with every grind. "Matteo... I'm close," I whimper, my movements growing erratic.
"Come for me then. Milk my cock with that pussy. Squeeze me tight."
His thrusts turn brutal, pounding up into me, and I shatter, crying out as waves of pleasure crash over me. My walls flutter and clench around him, juices soaking us both. He doesn't stop, fucking me through it, drawing out every tremor.
But he keeps going, releasing my wrists only to grab both hips, slamming me down harder. "I want you to come for me again.”
“Again?” I stammer. “B-But… I can’t…”
“Yes, you can.” He pinches my nipple, slightly harder than before. Just like that, I’m moaning again, walls tingling with need. “Ride me faster, baby. Show me you can take it."
My arms are free now, but I brace them on his chest, nails digging into his skin as I bounce frantically. The overstimulation is intense, my clit hypersensitive, but it pushes me higher. His cock hits deeper with each downward plunge, and his dirty talk doesn't let up.
"Look at you, coming undone on my cock. So fucking wet, dripping all over me. You're mine to fuck whenever I want, aren't you? Say it."
"Yes! Yours," I gasp, the words tumbling out as the second orgasm builds, coiling tight in my belly.
He shifts, one hand sliding between us to pinch my clit, rolling it roughly. "Come on, Rose. Soak my cock again. Let me feel you gush."
The added friction sends me over the edge, harder than the first, my vision blurring as I scream his name. My pussy spasms wildly, clamping down on him like a vise, and I collapse forward, shaking.
Only then does he let go, his hands bruising my hips as he thrusts up savagely a few more times.
"Fuck, yes. Take my cum. I’m gonna fill you up, mark you inside."
“Please,” I moan. I didn’t think I could still feel anything, not with how thoroughly he’s used me this morning, but fuck me, I might come again just from this.
He roars, burying deep, and finally erupts, hot spurts painting my walls. His body shudders beneath me, cock pulsing with each release.
I come again. I don’t know how, but I do. I’m not moaning anymore—I’m screaming. As he chases his release inside me and his cock keeps spilling into me, hot and thick, marking me as his.
Then we're both spent, panting in unison.
I slump against his chest, his arms wrapping around me, holding me close as we catch our breath. His cock softens inside me, but he doesn't pull out, content to stay connected.
"You're perfect," he whispers, kissing my temple. "So fucking perfect."
We lie there, tangled and sated, the morning stretching lazily before us.
For the first time in forever, I feel truly safe.