30. Zoe
30
Zoe
"If I know what love is, it is because of you." – Herman Hesse, Narcissus and Goldmund
A lone. I’ve always been alone on these bonfire nights—well, before Mel was born—but even with her, I was alone in the sense of missing that strong, warm hand over my shoulders when the air got too chilly. I’ve been the one to fetch myself drinks, food or a thick blanket while my friends had their boyfriends, now husbands, do it for them, and I always told myself that I didn’t mind.
I was happy for them and resigned to my fate as a single mom.
It was fine when I took walks on the beach by myself or was the only one to talk to the little nugget that was growing in my belly.
That was until tonight. Until this bonfire night. Because Matteo just changed it all and I’m not sure how I will ever be able to go back.
I simply don’t want to.
Because tonight is the first time it wasn’t me fetching my food. First time taking a stroll on the beach hand in hand with a cute guy—who wrestled my hand into holding, because I’m still being a stubborn idiot—while he carries my daughter in his other hand.
First time someone took my hand and told me to sit my cute ass in between his thick thighs, leaning my back into him and using his warmth instead of those thick blankets I have plenty of now. At the same time rocking the little cot with a sleeping Mellie by our side. Matteo never leaves one of us without his attention.
Every day, hour, minute, and second I spend in his presence, I feel my resistance crumbling to the ground more and more. I feel those fears slipping away page by page, and instead this deep-rooted belief that Matteo would never crush my heart blooms inside my chest.
“I can’t wait for our babies to be born,” Jacob says wistfully, watching us with Mel as he rubs Joy’s growing belly.
“It’s not all going to be sunshine and rainbows, Jacob. They are your babies after all.”
“That just means they will be as brilliant as their daddy.” He waggles his eyebrows at her rolling eyes but there is also a smile on her face as well.
It still brings me so much happiness to see Joy this happy after the crap we went through with Justin back in Chicago.
“I disagree,” Matteo says. “ It is all sunshine and rainbows; I mean, look at Mellie. She is brilliant!” he proclaims the fact like a proud papa. “You should see how fast she burps after eating! And it’s an impressive one too.”
I turn my head around to look at him. “Matteo, is this seriously Mel’s best quality you could come up with to share?”
“What? It is impressive!”
“Don’t bother, Zoe, you and I will never be able to speak Loverly Cave men. It’s a special dialect for stupidly hot idiots, who us smart women tend to fall for.”
Matteo and Jacob both look at her, squinting.
“I’m one hundred percent confident she just insulted us, but after she called us stupidly hot, I stopped listening.” Jacob purses his lips. “But just in case, justice needs to be served nonetheless,” he adds and starts tickling my grumpy friend who breaks out in giggles, trying to fight him off.
“Jacob! Stop it! If you make my water break at the beach, I’m going to kill you,” she says but it’s all muffled by her laughs.
I am so entertained by my friends, I don’t notice Matteo leaning into me, his lips right at the shell of my ear, teasing me with his hot breath as his arms tighten around my waist. Instantly, the scene in front of me is long forgotten and my skin breaks out in wild goosebumps. “You know, unlike Jacob, I heard the whole comment,” he whispers. “The very last part of it too.”
I try to search my brain for what was it that Joy had said. Something about the men in LC being stupidly hot. Well, he knew that part already, that’s hardly surprising.
Wait…my whole body freezes.
Didn’t she also say something about falling for those men?
“Don’t worry, Beastie, this stupidly hot idiot is falling for this very smart and beautiful woman too,” Matteo says, making my heart race like a wild horse while his lips are trailing over the column of my neck.
He’s falling for me? That’s what he said, right? That wasn’t me hallucinating things because I’m clearly lacking a lot of oxygen at the moment with his body so close to mine.
“Mm-hmm,” he murmurs into my neck. “You heard me right.”
Oh my God, did he just read my mind or did I say that out loud? But Matteo doesn’t let me ponder it anymore because he starts nibbling on that soft skin of my neck, and I can’t fight the small moan coming out of me.
“Hey, lovebirds. Mind rejoining the party over here,” Joy calls out to us, and I jolt awake from my lust-dream, Matteo’s lips disappearing from my body, and I let out an involuntary groan.
“Um, are you okay, Zo?” Hope asks me.
No, not really. But it’s not like I will grace you all with how high my sexual frustration is so, I blurt out, “Yep, just my boobs killing me. Mellie hasn’t woken up for a while now and I really need to feed her.”
Which is not really a lie, my boobs do hurt, but I’m not sure if it’s from them having too much milk or not enough Matteo.
“Zo, that’s not good.” Jacob says, very seriously. “If you don’t get that milk out of there, you can get clogged ducts.”
And just like that, all eyes are on Jacob and Joy slowly turns her half frowning, half what-the-fuck type of face toward him.
“What?” Jacob asks with innocence. “Why are you all looking at me like that? You know what a clogged duct can do? It will hurt.” He nods toward Joy with big, bulging eyes who is still frowning at him. “Yeah, Wildflower. I read about it.” Jacob turns his gaze back to us. “You gotta help Zoe out, my man. Gotta suck that milk before it’s too late. I bet it tastes good,” he muses to himself.
Many things happen at once.
Luke spits out the beer he was drinking, breaking out in a coughing fit.
Alec looks at his friend like he is taking notes for the future.
Grace and Hope are gaping at him with their jaws hanging low.
Joy squints at her husband, running her tongue over her teeth.
And then there is us. Matteo, chuckling quietly into my hair and me, who is thanking the evening hour for the low visibility of my very heated cheeks.
“What do you say, Zo?” Matteo’s low, husky voice trails over my body once again. “Want to give that a try? Want me to suck on those pretty little nipples? Just to make sure there are no clogged ducts, you know.”
Oh, I can just imagine that smug face of his right now. The way he bites his lower lip when he’s up to no good.
“Matteo?” I whisper back.
“Yeah?”
“Shut up.”
The bastard only responds with a snicker.
“What? Why are you all looking at me like that?” Jacob seems genuinely confused why no one is taking him seriously—apart from Alec. And to be honest, the guy is right. Not that I will volunteer to say that to the class.
“I’m still trying to figure out who appointed you the main love advisor slash creepy lactology specialist of Loverly Cave.” Joy tells him, pinching the bridge of her nose and shaking her head.
“I’m only speaking the truth, Wildflower. Well, apart from the taste thing. I have no idea if it’s actually good.”
They all start discussing the taste of breast milk but I’m hardly listening because Matteo’s hand slowly snakes underneath my shirt, his fingers trailing up toward my breasts as he murmurs, “Oh, it’s good. They have no idea how fucking good.”
My head tilts back, resting on his chest, my breaths growing more and more shallow with each second as his fingers crawl up and up. My nipples are two hard pebbled stones, leaking milk profusely, soaking my bra and shirt.
“Fuck.” Matteo’s voice is hoarse as the drops of milk land on his fingers and then pulls them out.
They are shiny with my milk, and I watch as he sticks them into his mouth right away, sucking each drop off them while his eyes are locked in on mine in a silent promise of more. That huge cock in his pants is digging almost painfully into my backside and I can’t draw another breath.
Dear God, what is this man doing to me? I am so turned on right now… I don’t even care about our friends watching us or noticing what’s going on in this semi-darkness.
“Zoe.” He whispers my name like a prayer, dragging the three-letter name into a long string, coated in lust and desire.
And I snap.
My body jolts up in one fluid move, standing up and dragging Matteo with me.
“You okay, Zo?” Joy asks, watching me grab my sleeping daughter in haste and I nod.
“Yep. Totally fine. Better than ever. Just need to go deal with these clogged ducts, you know?” I’m talking too fast, blubbering too much, and I’m not sure why everyone always talks about only men having their blood down south when they are turned on because I sure do feel those same effects on me right now.
I don’t wait to hear what anyone else have to say. I don’t even care that they are very much aware of what is going on between us. All I know is that I need to get Matteo’s lips on my body. I need to feel him. All of him. Physically. Since mentally, he invaded my head a long time ago and spread around, growing deep roots ever since that first time we met at the bar.
“Follow me, Matteo,” I tell him.
“Until the ends of the Earth, Beastie.”
I think someone coos, “Awww,” behind us as Matteo swoops in, taking Mel’s cot from my hands and we make our way to our house.
Our.
Yes, I really said that and it didn’t freak me out. Maybe because it never felt like just mine. Even before Matteo moved in, something was missing and now I know what. Or rather, who.
In the few steps it takes us to get inside, we somehow grow even more impatient for each other, about ready to tear the clothes we are wearing to tiny pieces. But Mellie has a different idea and chooses that exact moment to wake up, screaming for her dinner.
“I gotta go feed her,” I tell him.
Matteo can’t even utter a single word, simply motioning for me to go do what I have to do while he struts over to the kitchen, pouring himself a tall glass of cold water. He sees me still standing in the hallway, watching him and he groans.
“Baby, go. For the love of my manhood, please go and come back as fast as you can.” He sounds like he’s in pain and that gets me moving, running through our bedtime routine with Mel as fast as I can.
Thankfully, Mellie decides to play nice tonight and goes to bed without needing to be rocked for half the night. Once I lay her down, I quickly drag my fingers through my hair, trying to make it look as good as it can be after a day spent at the beach.
Well, good luck with that…
I don’t look even remotely sexy when I step out of my room, yet Matteo’s eyes are glued to my body, watching me as if I just walked off the runway.
Like my own personal predator, he’s perched against the back of the couch, his head tilted to the side as he watches me. “Come here,” he rasps out, extending his arm toward me, and I walk right up to him.
He is pure sin, confidence, and cocky arrogance personified. Something I’m sure he wielded plenty of times with all the girls before—including me. And I’m falling right into that trap once again.
Only, this time I know I won’t be able to climb out. Won’t be able to just say, “Thank you for the good time, I will carry this night in my memories forever.” Because I want that forever with him.
I come to stand in front of him and Matteo pulls me in between his thighs. The back of his fingers trailing from my shoulder all the way down to my wrist where he wraps them around it and brings it to his mouth kissing the underside while his eyes never leave mine.
“Tell me, Zo.” His breath tickles the wet skin of my wrist and I shudder.
“Tell you what?” My breathing is ragged as my legs turn into pure jelly.
“The truth.”
I know what he wants to hear. I know he wants me to admit what I feel.
“I thought your manhood was threatened and you wanted me to rush?”
“What’s a few more seconds when I’ve already waited the whole day? This is a lot more important, anyway.”
Is he even real? What twenty-three-year-old considers emotional stuff more important than getting to the bedroom part? Apparently, my twenty-three-year-old. I search his eyes for a flicker of some hidden agenda, a lie that I somehow missed but I don’t find it.
No, there is nothing but longing for me and my answer.
“Tell me you’re only here because of Mellie. Tell me I’m delusional to think otherwise.” I swallow hard as my nerves betray me.
“Oh, baby.” Matteo’s posture softens, and he gently cradles my face, bringing the tips of our noses together. “I love that little girl with all of my heart. But you make up my soul. You run though my blood. You consume my every thought day or night. You are a part of me. The one who gave me that beautiful baby.”
My teeth sink into my lower lip as I watch this man. As I bring my fingers to his face, tracing over his perfect features.
How are you so perfect inside and out?
How did you crawl into my heart so fast?
Matteo stays silent the whole time I’m touching him. Patiently waiting for my very last walls to break off, clearing the path to my heart all the way while handing me the broom to sweep the ruble.
He’s just there. Always.
And I want to be there for him. Always.
Without taking my fingers off his face, I whisper quietly, “I like you, Matteo Orion Loverson. I like you very much. Too much. In fact, I’m probably falling in love with you, and I’m too far gone for you to be afraid any longer.”
Matteo doesn’t let me say anything else. Not a single word as he stands up fully and pushes me against the nearest wall, crushing his soft lips to mine.
He pulls back slightly, only to look at me with reverence and whispering “Zoe” into my mouth before he seals it with a soul-crushing kiss. His touch always had a toxifying effect on me but right now, tonight, it feels downright deadly.
My lower belly clenches as his hand drifts to my neck, wrapping around it and the other one tangling in my hair. My own body shifts closer, flush against his, needing more contact, more of his body, more of anything to do with him, and Matteo doesn’t hesitate to do the same.
He is crushing me into himself, almost as if he is trying to fuse us into one.
“My Zoe,” he whispers again into my mouth. “The one who stole my heart, my sanity and the rights for my cock who only wants you.” He pushes his very hard dick against my shorts covered, weeping pussy.
“You are all I am capable of thinking about, Beastie.” He kisses me hungrily. “I’m in so deep. My heart is yours.”
This time it’s me who pulls back and Matteo frowns a bit. “What’s wrong?”
“I wasn’t the first one to have it like you have mine.”
“What?” He looks confused.
“Your heart. You gave it away to someone before me.” Matteo visibly relaxes and smiles.
“No, I didn’t.” He plants a kiss on my lips, and I press my palms to his chest to halt him.
“But the game, you said you’ve been in love.”
“I was.” He pushes past my hold and lays another kiss on me. “I am. I’ve been hopelessly and utterly in love with only one woman. And that’s you.”
Me…
I stare at him without blinking. He’s been in love with me?
Mine . He is mine. And I am his. That’s all I can think about before losing it completely because I am in desperate need of this man. For his heart and soul. For every inch of him.
Matteo’s confession set the last of my fears on fire. And my sanity. I pull away slightly, just enough to reach into the waistband of his shorts, slipping my hand deeper until my fingers are wrapped around him.
“And this cock is mine, Matteo?”
He whimpers, sucking my lower lip into his mouth as his hips start grinding into my hand.
I pull on his hair until his head snaps up. “Yours. He is only yours.”
“Then no piercings, Matteo. And no other women. I won’t allow anyone else to see it but me, got it?”
“Fuck, Beastie,” he breathes out. “He is your slave for life.”
“And don’t you forget it.” I sink my teeth into his lip.
“Damn it, Zo, I was gonna go do this thing all sweet and romantic. But my girl doesn’t want sweet and romantic, does she?”
“No.” I shamelessly grind into his body, clutching his hair with all might in one hand as my other one stroked his cock. “No, she wants you. Real and raw.”
“Oh, baby, then hold the fuck on.”
In one swift move, Matteo picks me up, grabbing two handfuls of my ass as I wrap my legs around his waist and walks up toward the stairs that lead to my unfinished loft.
“Where are you taking me?” I breathe out. “There is nothing up there.” But Matteo doesn’t stop.
He climbs up the old, rackety steps with me in his arms—God, this man is strong—and I’m about to start protesting again but all the words get stuck somewhere in my throat.
My no-good-for-use loft looks like a scene out of a romance novel. There are string lights hung up across the ceiling, some with plain bulbs, some heart-shaped. The whole area has been cleaned of old paint buckets, ladders and moving boxes, instead featuring a made-shift bed of what looks like hundreds of blankets and pillows. And off to the side of it is a small tray with two glasses that have some cocktail in them.
I slide off his body, staring—no, gaping—at what he has done. “Matteo,” I whisper in awe.
His arms wrap around me from the back, his chin resting on my shoulder. “You like it?” he asks, kissing the curve of my neck and I suck in a sharp breath. “I was going for sweet and romantic before you ruined my plans.” His kiss turns into a bite, sending a jolt through me.
“Like it?” I ask breathlessly, turning my head toward him and he captures my lips in a kiss before I can say anything else. Placing my palm on his cheek, I brush it lightly and pull away. “Baby, no one has ever done anything remotely close to this for me.” I can hear all of those sacred emotions slipping through my voice. “When did you do this?”
“When you were putting Mellie to sleep. Well, I started planning it the day I moved in and saw this space. I was going to do a little date night for us in here since we have a baby and leaving her alone is not an option.”
“There are always babysitters.”
“Like I said”—he looks at me with a pointed glare—“leaving her is not an option. But I still wanted to do something to thaw that ice around your heart.”
This man…always thinking about my daughter.
“I’d say it worked.” I pull his face to mine and kiss him as his hands travel down to the hem of my shirt, lifting it up.
“I’m glad to hear that. Now, let me cash in my winnings,” he says before slipping my shirt off my body and pushing me back until I fall into the heap of blankets with a small yelp.
Matteo unzips my shorts, pulling them off me and all I’m left in is my bra and panties. He climbs over me, his hot breath on my skin, his magnetic eyes set firmly on mine as his hand reaches underneath me, professionally unclasping my bra one-handed.
“Show off,” I mutter, and he flashes me that sexy grin of his.
“I’ve been practicing my whole life for you,” he says, and I roll my eyes.
“Sure, you were.”
Matteo shuts me up with another kiss, dragging his hand over my bare breasts, giving it just the lightest of squeezes until I moan into his mouth, needing more. I feel his hand sliding lower, all the way to my panties, tracing lazy circles over the damp, useless lace and I can’t help rocking my hips into his touch.
Right on the edge. Right on the precipice of my orgasm but before I can reach that heaven, Matteo pushes up, hooking both of his index fingers into my panties and sliding them off, leaving me completely bare to his eyes and all air wooshes out of me as his eyes roam my body.
I’m not an oblivious idiot, I know there are new stretch marks across my stomach and hips, along with a few extra pounds here and there and my stomach is a far cry from flat.
“I don’t look the same as the last time you saw me naked,” I confess, feeling the need to pull one of these blankets over my body.
“You’re right,” Matteo says, lifting his eyes to mine. “You’re even better now.”
I lay there, gaping at the man while opening and closing my mouth, trying to find the right words to say but all that comes out is, “You’re either insane, blind or a liar.”
“Actually, all three,” he says, shucking his shorts off to the side, leaving him only in very tight boxer briefs, and I choke on a whimper trying to climb its way out of my pussy.
Jesus Christ, this man is a work of art and he’s on his hands and knees, crawling over my trembling body.
“I was a liar, telling myself I don’t need to be stuck to one woman for the rest of my life.” Matteo lands a kiss to the tips of my toes, crawling up higher as my heart beats out of my chest. “I am very, completely, utterly blind to all other women around me.” His hot, wet lips land on my inner thigh. “And last but not least, I will forever be insane for you.” A kiss on my stomach. “For your body.” A kiss just underneath my breasts. “For your heart.” His mouth wraps around my nipple, and I moan. “For your every breath and moan, my sunshine with claws.”
“Matteo.” His name is a plea on my lips.
“Shh, I’ll give you everything you’ll ever need.” And he does just that, sucking my hard nipple into his mouth, drawing out my milk as he groans around me while his other hand has a possessive hold on my pussy, cupping it as the heel of his hand rubs against my sensitive clit.
My fingernails dig into his hair, shoulders, sheets around me and anything else I can reach while he ravishes my breasts. Sucking, licking, biting and it all drives me to the brink of my sanity, but once again before I can tip over into the climax land, Matteo stops, and I whine in protest, however it’s short lived because the next second I feel his mouth on my pussy. And my eyes fly open.
“Matteo, we can’t.” I try to stop him, but he hooks his arms around my thighs, pressing his mouth closer to my core.
“But we can. I looked it up.”
“You looked up when you can eat my pussy?”
“Yep, exactly like that.”
I drop my head back to the bed. “Why am I not surprised?”
“Because you already know how crazy I am for you and if my cock can’t have the pleasure of sinking into you yet, then my tongue sure as fuck will,” he says and using the two of his fingers he spreads me open, baring me to himself and without breaking contact with my eyes he draws the tip of his tongue over my clit.
I jump, my whole body getting jolted from that one swipe as Matteo sends out a loud groan. “Fuck, I missed your pussy. And it just as sweet as I remember.” With me still spread open he gives it another long lick, flattening his tongue over me. “Should I stop?”
I lift my head up a tad, just enough to send a death glare his way. “Don’t you fucking dare,” I grit through my teeth, and he sends me a smirk.
“No, I won’t fucking dare to cross my fierce sunshine.” But he doesn’t put his mouth back on me. No, he decides to fry my brain completely because he leans back slightly, sticks out his tongue with a bead of his saliva at the tip, and I watch, mesmerized, as it rolls off his tongue and drops on my pussy. The extra wetness sliding down my slit and he brings the pad of his thumb to my clit, massaging his saliva into me, and spits some more.
Fuck…why is that so hot?
I think I’m going to combust. My tits aching for him, the milk flowing out and onto the sheets while my stomach clenches from his ministrations on my pussy. Just one more touch and I will come so hard, I can feel it simmering right there on the edge.
“Look at you covered in my spit,” he says with awe, his eyes locked in on my pussy with his finger there and his mouth slightly agape from the sight. “I can’t wait to cover you in my cum. How gorgeous you will look with it seeping from your every hole.”
Unconsciously, I arch my back, needing more of him. Needing him to feel what he is doing to me.
“Give it to me,” I tell him, and his eyes fly up to mine, those brown pools full of wild, dangerous fire.
“You want my cum, baby?” He cups my pussy hard and I press myself into his hold, panting.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant, not recognizing my own voice.
I’ve never been this bold in the bedroom. Never voiced what I wanted or needed, simply taking what was given to me. And it wasn’t much, usually.
But with Matteo, I feel so free. I feel sexy and empowered. Wanted.
Without warning, Matteo flips us over with me on top, wrapping his strong arm around my waist he pushes me up until my breasts are leveled with his mouth and wraps his lips around one, sucking hard and I feel a whole new wave of milk incoming, spraying through the other nipple. I bring my own hand to that breast, cupping it and direct it to his mouth.
“Don’t let a single drop go to waste, baby.” Matteo pops off the other nipple, his eyes trained on mine in undiluted lust as he takes my hand off and licks it, lapping at any milk that already escaped.
I feel my hips rocking, grinding into his hard cock that is right underneath my needy pussy as I watch him with parted lips.
“I won’t,” he promises and draws that nipple into his mouth, greedily sucking it as his hands travel down to my hips that can’t stop moving and he squeezes my ass, pressing me harder into him. Helping me get off as he feeds on me. Matteo still has his briefs on, and I’m not even sure if I can be doing this, but I’m way past sane thinking.
God…his fucking cock feels so good and it’s not even inside yet.
As if driven by mad lust, both of us start moving harder, faster and just as Matteo sinks his teeth into my nipple, I explode, coming all over his covered cock.
I’m still shaking and quivering on top of him when he pops off my tits.
“Now that I’ve had my main course…” Without a warning he flips me again, but this time upside down, until my pussy is over his mouth while mine is a breath away from his cock.
Oh my God, I am about to do a sixty-nine for the first time in my life.
Matteo slaps his hands to my ass cheeks, grabbing two handfuls and spreading me open. “I’m ready for my dessert. And to feed you yours,” he adds, right before sinking his tongue into my pussy.
“Fuck, your cum tastes as sweet as those damn lychees.” What? What lychees? But Matteo doesn’t elaborate, oh no, he just casually drags his tongue over to my asshole, and I let out a long, guttural moan, slapping my hands to his thighs. “What are you waiting for, Zoe?” Matteo asks in between eating me out.
“W-what?”
Slap.
I yelp, feeling my right ass cheek sting and a mortifying realization washes over me. I liked it.
“I said, what are you waiting for, Zoe? You wanted my cum, baby? Then take my cock into that smart mouth and suck. Lick off all of your juices that soaked through my boxers when you rubbed your greedy little pussy over me.”
“Oh my God,” I groan, breathing heavy but shallow. I slide his underwear off and wrap my hand around his shaft, loving how he feels in my hand. How hard and heavy he is. How good he must taste. I lick my lips in anticipation and without wasting another second, I take him as deep as I can, moaning around his huge cock as the tiny slip of his precum coats my tongue and I suck it off him hard. Tasting me and him together.
Matteo’s hips jerk up, his fingers digging into my ass hard enough to leave imprints on my skin. “Slow down, baby.” His voice is strained but I have no intensions of doing so.
No, I need him to feel what I feel. Need him to lose it like I do for him. So, I move my lips around him fast, licking the underside of his cock with my tongue.
A second later, my left side feels the same sting as the right one because Matteo landed another slap, but instead of serving as a stop signal, it drives me even crazier. “What a bad little beastie I’ve got here. I told you to slow down,” Matteo groans, slapping me again, and this time I moan at that sting and grind my pussy over him, in need of his mouth on me.
“Fuck, of course you liked that. You like getting slapped on this ass, while my cock is deep down your throat, don’t you?” I bobble my head over him and he lands a series of slaps across my ass cheeks, painting them red. I feel my arousal dripping down his chin and that only spurs me on.
Popping off his cock, I bend lower, licking over his heavy balls and Matteo lets out a string of curses, so I wrap my mouth around his balls and suck on them.
“FUCK ME!” he roars. “Now, you’ve done it! Hold the fuck on, baby,” he says, pistoning his hips and thrusting hard into my mouth as sticks his tongue into my pussy so far I see stars.
Both of us sucking, licking and biting each other like we are two hungry wild animals in desperate need of each other. I take his impossibly hard cock as deep as I can, saliva pulling around his shaft, at the same time as Matteo swipes his finger over my wetness and pushes it past my tight ring of muscle, deep into my ass and I feel the air whoosh out of me.
No one has ever touched me there and I always thought it to be dirty. Disgusting. But as Matteo works his finger in and out of my ass while his mouth ravishes my pussy I fly off, exploding over him. Drowning him in my climax.
My own orgasm making me suck his cock even harder, needing that extra contact and that does him in. I feel his hot cum, painting the back of my throat and I eagerly drink every drop of it, swallowing it and knowing with my every fiber that this is it.
Matteo is it for me.
I could deny it until I’m blue in my face, but the truth is, there was never any real argument there. He has been filling in that missing part of me ever since we’ve met, and I know I won’t be able to live without him anymore like I wouldn’t be able to live without my essential organs.
He’s essential to me.
I slide off him but before I can get away Matteo hauls me back over him, laying me on top of his chest. “That’s it, Beastie. That’s fucking it. I’m never letting you go now.”
“Please don’t.”
Matteo: So we’re friends now, right?
Jacob: Of course we are man. The friendship deal was sealed the second you agreed to a dick piercing.
Alec: You are practically a part of the family now.
Matteo: Okay, good. Because I need some advice.
Jacob: Oh oh I loveeeee giving advice.
Alec: He does.
Alec: And that was a warning, Matty.
Jacob: Shut up! Where would you be without my VERY helpful help?
Jacob: That’s right, nowhere.
Alec: I am pretty sure when you ask a question, you are not also supposed to answer it too.
Jacob: When have I ever done what I was supposed to?
Alec: Truer words were never spoken.
Matteo: Okay, not that I’m being needy right now, but can we circle it back to me?
Alec: He’s totally being needy.
Jacob: Yep. But we love it.
Jacob: Give it to us! What can we do for you, our young and very much in love friend? We will share our unlimited wisdom with you.
Luke: Why am I in this group chat?
Matteo: You are the voice of reason.
Luke: Damn it, I was going to exit the chat but now I can’t.
Alec: My man, Matty, you have the magic touch. Look at my big brother going all mushy on you.
Luke: Alec?
Alec: Yeah, big bro?
Luke: Shut up.
Alec: Shutting up in 3, 2, 1…
Luke: You are a clown.
Alec: At least I’m cute.
Luke: Keep telling yourself that.
Matteo: GUYS!!!
Jacob: I would like to go on record that I was the only one being a good friend here and actually waiting for Matteo to say what he needs to say. Shame on you, Colson brothers.
Luke: Bite me, Viking.
Jacob: You wouldn’t be able to handle my jealous Joy.
Alec: Matty, I’m sorry for getting sidetracked. It’s all Luke’s fault though.
Jacob: Matteo? Hellooooo?
Alec: Why isn’t he responding?
Luke: Because he finally realized you both suck.
Matteo: Shh, I’m getting my advice from the girls instead.
Jacob: Ahhhhhh, no you didn’t!!!
Alec: I’m questioning where your loyalties lay, Matty. This is breaking the bro code at its finest.
Matteo: Desperate times, desperate measures and all that. I need to know when I can finally ask Zoe to marry me without her freaking out and you three are of no help.
Jacob: Why are you waiting to ask her? My man, with these girls you gotta put it all out there as soon as possible. Get in touch with your emotions, be vulnerable and shit. Lock it down.
Matteo: Well, Joy just told me to take it slow.
Jacob: Pshhh, and that is why you DON’T ask the girls for advice. Take it slow…who says that? That’s the worst advice ever!
Jacob: Please don’t tell Joy I said that.
Luke: Joy asked me to tell you that she’s going to kill you.
Jacob: Who included the grinch in this chat?
Jacob: Jesus Christ, she’s coming for me, if I don’t reply in an hour, send help.
Alec: Jacob is right. If you feel it, tell her! And if she freaks out you don’t let her get away. She can freak out with you.
Luke: Was that the first smart thing I’ve ever heard you say, little brother?
Alec: What Luke is trying to say is that he agrees with his smarter, better looking younger brother.
Luke: Not even close to what I said. But I do agree.