17. Rain
Chapter 17
Rain
M y heart was beating in my ears like a drum as I navigated the rugged terrain. The white dress I was wearing clung to my body from sweat and the dew that was coating the blades of grass. The air smelled sweet, and a hint of strawberries lingered in the air.
There was a tree line up ahead and all I needed to do was make it there.
I could hide there…
“Just a little further,” I whispered to myself.
My legs were tired, and I wanted to give up. He would catch me if I did.
“Rainnnnnn!” Matteo’s voice called out to me from every single direction.
Shaking my head, I forced my legs to keep going. The exhaustion was threatening to overtake me but finally I made it to the tree line and darted inside.
It was dark amid the trees and the moon didn’t even want to shine here. Small slivers seemed to make their way through as if fighting with the very night itself.
“I have to hide,” I whispered as a twig snapped somewhere behind me.
“Give up, Stizzy. Let me give us both what we want….” His voice seemed to send vibrations out into the darkness.
I was so tired, the desire to lay down and fall asleep was overwhelming. Slowly, I looked around and it seemed that through the dimness of the moonlight, behind me was a path. The trees seemed to move and sway. Slowly pushing away from the tree I was hiding behind, I went to step away.
Snap!
Instantly freezing I covered my mouth, hiding a gasp because it seemed so very close. Matteo was hot on my ass, and he was going to find me.
Finally, I sobered and pushed away from the tree, careful not to make too much noise. I tiptoed towards the trees and found a rickety bridge where a river seemed to be raging beneath it. Water rushing over stones below filled my ears and it seemed as if the water was mirroring my emotions.
Fear coursed through me, and I knew I needed to go over the bridge, that safety might lay on the other side. He was getting closer, and I could feel it.
Once more I gulped down a breath of fresh air, my hands reaching out and clutching at the rotting wood. The bridge started to creak and groan under my weight. One foot at a time…
“Stizzy…I’m coming for you…” Matteo’s voice was a whisper on the wind filled with promise.
I didn’t dare look behind me because I was sure he was there, watching. Glancing down, I could see the water moving beneath my feet ready to take me. A few steps later I was across and on solid ground.
Looking around, I realized there was nothing in front of me except that house. It was lit up like a Christmas tree, a beacon against the night.
I’d seen it a million times in my dreams.
The last time I’d dreamed about it; he’d carried me inside…
Hesitation rode through my body like a horse on the open plains. The house stood like a threat in the pale moonlight. Desperation closed in and I started my trek towards it as I yearned to rest.
Each step felt like an eternity until I finally reached the door, my hand poised above the knob. With a turn the door swung open, and I looked over my shoulder to see Matteo advancing behind me.
I couldn’t see his face, but I knew he could see every inch of me.
Stepping in, I slammed the door behind me…
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
“Rain,” he called from the other side of the door. “Let me in baby. I need you…”
“No!” I said backing away from the door. “Leave me alone.”
“Now, Stizzy, I simply can’t do that. Me and you…we…”
His voice seemed to trail off and before I knew it, the door was opening despite the fact that I had locked it. He sauntered over the threshold, a smirk on his lips.
“Chasing you through a dreamscape is not my idea of fun, Stizzy.”
“Quit fucking calling me that,” I mumbled already looking for an out.
“Never,” he replied.
He began to approach but there was no way I could make it this easy, not after I’d nearly gotten away.
Right?
Or had this been the plan all along?
He seemed to study me, and I didn’t like it, and so I decided to make a run for it. He was so fast that when he snatched me close and pulled me against his chest it knocked the wind out of me.
“Why do you keep running, when we both want it?” he grinned.
I stared up at him trying to avoid looking at his mouth. His fingers were wrapped around my wrist, and I could feel my heart speeding up at the closeness. Suddenly I closed my eyes, trying to force myself awake.
“Wake up, this is a dream,” I whimpered as shiver wracked my body.
“It’s a dream, but we are very real,” Matteo whispered into my ear, and another shiver followed.
“I can smell how wet you are for me, Rain.”
Suddenly, I was up against a wall, my eyes were still squeezed shut.
“No more games. And no more running,” he whispered and finally I opened my eyes.
“Let. Me. Go.” I growled and finally found some strength to force him away from me.
He barely budged but his hands fell away as he stepped back.
“I’m done chasing you, Rain. You belong to us. Your body. Your mind. Your pussy…”
He was a psychopath because who in the fuck was this, “us,” he kept mentioning.
“There is nobody else here but the two of us, and I don’t know how you’re doing this FBI Boy but you’re in here,” I pointed to my head. “And I’m going to find a way to get you out.”
Our eyes clashed and, in a flash, he was on me our mouth’s coming together like a hurricane and a coastline.
I immediately opened for him, my mouth parting with ease.
“One dream with me,” he whispered against my mouth. “And I know you’re going to come and find me in person tomorrow.”
“Ugh,” I rolled my eyes. “Please shut u…”
His mouth was back, and we were easily biting at each other’s lips. Matteo Zacharra, the golden boy, a real-life fucking Captain America was invading my senses.
And I liked it.
The exhaustion that I’d felt earlier was disappearing.
It was leaving because I was letting myself feel something I’d been deeply denying for a very long time.
Lust.
I liked it when he looked at me, even when I acted as if I didn’t.
His hands began to slide from my wrist…down my body.
Finally, they gripped both my ass cheeks with force pulling them up and pushing me in close.
His dick had grown hard against my belly, and I was wet.
Each fold between my legs was slick and wet and waiting and my pussy was pulsating.
“I can smell it Stizzy,” he whispered against my mouth. “I know what you taste like. And I need to taste it again.”
In the blink of an eye, the dreamscape changed, and we were in my bedroom. Something told me that I’d never had control of my dream to begin with. That he’d let me run and run until I’d become too exhausted.
And now here the two of us were, my defenses down and my pussy dripping wet.
Softly, he pushed me back against the bed. She sheets like a cloud of coolness against my flesh and a pleasant scent filled my nose.
He came forward and peeled the white T-shirt from his body revealing the ripped abs and smooth skin underneath.
This dream was becoming more and more intense and real.
As his fingers worked over the worn dark jeans he was wearing, I sucked in a breath. He was gorgeous, there was no way else to describe it. A dark patch of hair eased into view as the jeans began to be unzipped. His dick sprang free, hard and thick like an unopened can of Redbull.
He was going to stretch me…
A grin danced onto his face as the bed dipped under his weight.
“I’ve thought about this for a long, long time, Stizzy,” he whispered easing his head between my legs.
The white dress, still on my body was slid up, and his hand came to rest on my belly as if to hold me in place.
“Let us taste you,” the words fell from his lips as he descended upon my pussy.
I had no time to take in his words.
His mouth had claimed me in more ways than one. Throwing my head back I stared at my bedroom ceiling that gave way become the night sky. My bedroom disappeared and we were in a field beneath the same sky. Shooting stars began to dart by and the moon became brighter and clear.
“Fuck,” I whispered as Matteo’s tongue darted around.
His hands began to push my legs back against my stomach and he sucked and licked as if he were a man starved for water.
He was savoring every inch of my wet pussy, his tongue slipping inside each chance it could. Slowly, I felt him slip a finger into me, easing back and forth as I spread my legs as far as they would go.
His tongue and his touch seemed to be mapping out my body, conquering each inch as if he were marking his territory.
“We want to be inside of you,” he came up for air.
“I don’t understand,” I shook my head. “Who is we…?”
He ignored the question as his finger began to stroke my G spot and I realized he’d never removed it. “Can we?”
“…yes,” I whimpered. “Yes, I want you to fuck me.”
“We have waited so long, Stizzy,” the excitement behind his brown eyes was dangerous and simmering.
“This is just a dream,” I reminded myself out loud.
Matteo eased forward and I watched as his dick bopped around. He was going to stretch me so good.
“In the morning,” he eased over me and our eyes clashed. “I’m going to call you, Stizzy. I promise you…this is no dream.”
And just like that he lined his dick up and thrust himself inside of me.
“We have waitttteeedddd,” Matteo growled in such an unearthly tone that I nearly became afraid.
The moment he slid out and thrust back inside of me, the feeling disappeared. “So long…”
I bit my lip to keep my moans at bay but I couldn’t help it. “Goddamn this feels so good,” my hands went to his back beginning to claw at him.
His thrusts were becoming deeper and harder as his fingers wound their way through my hair.
“We pledge our bond to you,” Matteo growled out, as if he were so close to losing control. “Will you have us, Rain?”
I had no idea what came over me, but I couldn’t stop the blinding white orgasm that was building up behind my eyes, even as I tried to fight it.
“Rain, do you accept us?” Matteo growled low and hard again, and it seemed that his dick was starting to vibrate inside of my pussy.
That did it.
I went over the edge, needing to come on his dick immediately, wanting nothing more than to be satisfied. My nails raked their way down his back as he plunged into me again and again. I could no longer hold back as I reached my peak, my walls clenching around his very thick dick.
“Yes! Yes! A thousand yeses...”