7. Matteo
7
Matteo
"Alcohol is like love. The first kiss is magic, the second is intimate, the third is routine. After that you take the girl's clothes off." – Raymond Chandler
A thump sounds as her back hits the wall in my entryway. I should have been a bit more gentle but at this moment that word doesn’t seem to register in my head.
Because my need for her is too strong. I ache to taste every part of her as my hands roam over her lush body with curves in all the right places. I don’t know where to touch her first. I don’t know where to lay my lips first because I want it all.
The second she gave me the green light at the bar, I ran over to her, grabbed her hand and stormed up the stairs to my apartment. I didn’t care about all the girls shooting daggers at us. Or who’d be taking care of the bar in my absence as the evening approaches. My brain was in a one-track mode, set on having this gorgeous woman in my bed. Even before we hit the top step my mouth was already on hers. My hands cupping that amazing ass while hers were fisted in my shirt.
Thank God I live so close, otherwise the dirty fucking floor of LPs would have to do because I was not going to wait even five extra minutes to have her.
Every little sound she made throughout the day drove me to madness. Just hearing her talk was enough to make my dick weep for her and it was a strange fucking notion, but I wasn’t going to fight it. Needing to feel her wrapped around me was in no way a difficult thought to have.
“Damn, Beastie,” I mumble without breaking the kiss. “You taste so fucking sweet. I’m ready to give you the world just so you let me have more of you.”
“I’m a virtual stranger, didn’t your parents teach you about stranger danger?”
“Nah, they were more into the free-hugs-for-all philosophy.”
Zoe chuckles into my mouth, and I bite her lip. “Stop distracting me. I’m on a mission here…” I trail off, finally breaking away from her lips only to drop to my knees and press my nose into her jean-covered pussy. “I need to know if your pussy is even sweeter.”
Zoe’s already heavy breath hitches as she watches me with propped mouth and hooded eyes.
“I-I guess you’ll have to find out and tell me,” she whispers unsurely, and one corner of my lips curls up. She has so much fucking fire inside of her, but she is too shy to let it shine. “But…” She stops me just before I’m about to unzip her jeans.
“But?” My hand is frozen in place. I will stop if she wants me to, but I might also die in the process. Because I love eating pussy. It’s the best part of sex for me and I could literally spend days and nights with my tongue buried inside a woman. And that was with all of the ordinary ones I've had before. But there is nothing ordinary about Zoe. Something tells me I will simply drown in her. Zoe’s will be my complete undoing.
And so worth it.
“But it’s been a very long time since I’ve done this so…”
“Don’t continue that sentence,” I growl, all of a sudden, a weird, strange and terrifying emotion passes through me. I could kill every single person who have tasted her. I could.
Chemistry. This is all just chemistry’s fault.
“The only thing I need to hear you say is ‘go.’”
Zoe bites her lower lip, nods her head and says, “Go.”
The second that word is out, I’m tearing off her shirt, slipping her jeans down her legs and before she gets a chance to step out of them, I slide my hands around her thick thighs and lift her up, carrying her to the bed because she deserves to be eaten out princess style.
Zoe yelps as I do that and her hand grabs a fistful of my hair, holding onto to me and I swear my dick jumps up at that. The fucker loves it rough, and she is just feeding his sick fetishes at this point.
I lightly nib at her soft stomach, enjoying those little yelps she lets out too much right before I lay her down. Without a second to waste, I hook my finger into her soaked, lacy panties, dragging it through her swollen lips before I push them off to the side. “Look at your pretty pussy, Sunshine.” As I hold her panties with one hand, I drag the thumb of my other hand through her pulsing clit, relishing the little moans she lets out for my pleasure. “She’s so needy for my mouth, isn’t she?” I ask, putting a bit of a pressure on her and Zoe’s hips buckle, her pussy enchanting me with her scent and the time for playing is over. I need to taste her more than I need my next breath so, I burry my tongue inside her dripping cunt.
“Fuck me,” I groan and lick her slit up and down. “You are the epitome of delicious, Beastie.”
“I am?” She lifts, propping herself up on her elbows as she watches me.
“Yeah, now, shh, let me enjoy my pussy.” With that, I go back and suck in her clit, getting lost in her as I feel her hips lifting off the bed and I grab onto her legs, spreading them wider and pinning her to the bed at the same time.
I need unrestrained access.
Every moan and gasp from her mouth makes my already hard cock weep with need, and I push my tongue inside her as deep as I can as she grinds over my face. Zoe’s back arches off the bed as her hand finds my hair again, pulling on it with a death grip, and she comes with a loud moan and a string of, “ OhmyGodohmyGodohmyGod .”
She’s holding onto my head as she rides my mouth through each wave of her climax and I feel more sweetness explode over my tongue.
“Fuck yes, baby. I need it all.”
“Shh, don’t get distracted,” she pants, and I have to fight an urge to laugh at her sassiness. Instead, I smile and insert my finger just as she’s climbing down her high, curling it inside her tight walls as my mouth closes in on her clit and she shoots off the bed once again. That new orgasm hitting her just as I wanted it.
“Your name!!!” she yells out. “I need your fucking name.”
“It’s Matteo, Beastie.”
“Matteo!” she screams and moans until she drops back to the bed, sated and panting but we are so far from being done, we haven’t even started.
I push up to my knees, taking off each and every piece of clothing I had on. Suddenly, Zoe is no longer lifeless, as she pushes to her elbows once again, watching me undress and her eyes on my body are doing things to me.
I am used to women gushing over my body, my abs, tattoos, and my cock but something about having her gaze on me hits differently.
It feels…right?
“God, do you have to be this gorgeous?” she groans and flops back to the bed with a sigh that makes me chuckle. I climb over her body all the way until my face is hovering over hers, but I support myself on my hands.
“Is that a problem?”
“Of course it is. How am I supposed to go back to average after this?”
I bite my lip and laugh. “Then I guess I need to fuck you good enough for it to last a bit, yeah?”
She swallows hard and gives me a tiny nod.
I rip off the bra holding the most amazing tits I’ve ever laid eyes on. Once she is fully naked, I sit back and just stare at her dumbfounded. “Talk about ruining things.”
Zoe, naked, is what my wet dreams are made of.
“What?” she asks, confused.
“I am the one getting ruined here, Beastie,” I say and wrap my mouth around her nipple as my other hand palms her tit, squeezing it in my hand and Zoe moans in answer.
My cock is about to burst from how badly I need to be inside this woman, so reluctantly I pull away, grab a condom from my nightstand and get back on top of her, lining my cock with her entrance.
“Ready?” I ask, and as soon as she nods, I crush my lips to hers and thrust inside her tight pussy in one fast go.
Zoe moans into my mouth as I groan and freeze inside her. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. You are so fucking tight baby.” I close my eyes and will the eager bastard not to shoot his load just yet. Dear God, please not yet.
“Matteo,” Zoe whispers full with need and lust. “Baby, you need to move. Please.”
Yep, that’s it. I’m done for it. Hearing this gorgeous woman beg for my cock is my total undoing. I lift up from her to my knees, hook my hands under her thighs to have full control and start thrusting with madness as she holds to the sheets around her for dear life.
“I can’t look at you.” My head is thrown back.
“Why not?”
“Because the sight of your tits bouncing as my cock gets swallowed up by your pussy is illegal. Completely fucking illegal,” I growl, yet I can’t resist and look down again, groaning as I do. Seeing her stretch to take me all the way in is so fucking hot. Watching as those lips glide up and down my hard as steel cock make me lose my mind and I know I won’t be able to last long.
But then the vixen brings her hands up, cupping her tits in them and says, “Harder, Matteo!”
Fuck. I’m holding on by sheer will at this point, but I give her what she wants. I slam inside her so hard, I’m sure both of us will wear some bruises as reminders tomorrow and the headboard is, without a doubt, leaving holes in my wall.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants. “Just like that.” Zoe pinches her nipples just as I pinch her clit—hard and she detonates. Her hot walls squeeze me in a vice grip and my own orgasm hits me right that second, making my cum shoot out like fireworks.
For a second, a fleeting, crazy second, I wish I could paint her walls with my cum. Mark her. Claim her.
I’ve gone mad.
I bottom out inside her and stay rooted as she keeps pulsating around me, milking every last drop I have left and with a groan I fall down on top of her but quickly roll us around so Zoe’s the one on top of me with my cock still buried deep inside her cunt.
We are both slick with sweat and breathing hard. Her head is resting on my chest and my hands can’t seem to be able to stop touching her body as I glide them up and down her back.
“That was…” She trails off and I finish for her. “Fucking best sex of my life.”
“Yeah,” Zoe agrees and I can hear the satisfied smile in her voice.
I’ve been with my share of women—more than a share if we are being honest here—but never has it felt like it did with her.
Nothing has come close to her.
To her body.
To her tits.
Her lips.
After another few seconds she starts getting up and I halt her in her escape plan. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Um, home? Isn’t that how it works?”
Yeah…I guess it does. I mean, I know it does. That’s how I operate every time yet…
“Nuh-uh.” I shake my head, pull on her hand until she falls back on top of me and roll her onto her back. Her sun-kissed blonde locks get tangled up over her face and I gently push them off her face.
Damn even her hair is soft as silk. And smells so sweet.
“You are not going anywhere, Beastie. At least not until you come another three maybe four times.”
Zoe’s eyes grow round and wide. “Are you insane?” she hisses. “That’s not even possible.”
Nope, I’ve just gone mad.
My face breaks out in a triumphant smile. “Well, look at that. I accept your challenge, my lady.”
And I do just that. We fuck like there was no tomorrow. Because let’s face it…there actually isn’t. Not with Zoe. And not that I’ll ever be able to commit to one woman.
That was never on the horizon for me, yet waking up to the sound of my alarm and finding the other side of the bed empty feels awfully wrong.