Instead, I found my hand sliding into my panties and stroking my pussy up and down, circling my clit over and over in time with his grunts and gasps for air. I knew it was wrong, and it was certainly unlike me, but I couldn’t stop.
Until I heard him roar his release and then shut the shower off, that is. I was so, so close to coming, but I knew I had to get out of there fast.
My heart is pounding in my chest, my lungs on fire as I push myself to run faster down the hallway. Right as I’m about to turn the corner, a large hand grabs my shoulder and pulls me back, pressing me into the wall.
I look up and see a dripping wet Matteo in nothing but a pair of lounge pants. His arms cage me in, and he stares me down. Matteo’s breathing is ragged, like mine, and I can feel the little puffs of air as they leave his lips.
I shiver when a drop of water falls from his wet hair and lands on the top of my right breast before trickling down into my cleavage. A guttural, rumbling sound escapes from deep within Matteo’s chest as he watches drop after drop trail across my chest.
Finally, his eyes snap up to meet mine, a fierce, feral glow emanating from his nearly black irises. One hand slides down the wall from where he was caging me in, his fingers trailing down my neck until he’s tracing over the heart pendant on my necklace. Matteo slowly wraps his hand around the front of my neck in a gentle, yet firm grasp. I should be scared. The head of one of the most feared crime families in Chicago has me in a vulnerable position. Matteo could literally snap my neck, right here, right now.
But instead of fear, I feel like I’m about to come. He pulls me closer to him, our lips inches apart. Matteo closes his eyes and inhales deeply, letting the breath out with a contained growl. When he opens his eyes, they are filled with a need that matches my own.
He squeezes my throat and closes the distance between us, crashing his mouth down on mine. Matteo pries my lips apart and pushes his tongue inside my mouth, licking and sucking on my tongue at a desperate, almost frantic pace.
I moan and press my thighs together to try and relieve some of the unbearable pressure building up between my legs. Matteo’s other hand drops from the wall and grips my ass. Hard. I gasp into his mouth and automatically roll my hips against his.
He groans, trailing the hand at my neck down my body, cupping my breast and pinching my nipple through my thin t-shirt and bra. I cry out, breaking our kiss as I tip my head back, exposing my throat to Matteo's greedy mouth. He scrapes his teeth down my neck and sucks a super-sensitive spot below my ear.
“Fuck,” he mutters into my skin, trailing kisses lower and lower until he’s nipping at the tops of my breasts.
I glide my hands up his massive chest, littered with ink and scars. I can't quite make anything out in the dim light of the hallway, but I want to know the story behind each tattoo and old wound on his skin. I still can't believe this is real. How many times have I pictured kissing Matteo over the last few days? Too many to count. But feeling the solid planes of muscles tense and flex under my fingers proves that he's right here. Either that, or this is the most vivid dream I've ever had.
Suddenly, he grabs my wrist and brings my right hand up to his nose, sniffing my fingers. My face heats up, knowing that hand was rubbing up and down my wet pussy only a few minutes ago.
Matteo snarls and sucks on my fingers, causing my panties to flood all over again.
“Were you touching yourself, angel? Were you getting off while I fucked my hand to images of you?”
“M-me?” I manage to squeak out.
He growls and claims my mouth again, not even bothering to answer me. I taste a hint of myself on his tongue and moan, digging my nails into his shoulders.
“Did you come?” He asks, his voice deep and dark. I shake my head no and whimper when he grinds his hard cock into my stomach. “I need to help you then, don’t I?”
“Yes,” I whisper. “Please.”
Matteo grips my thighs and lifts me up, pinning me to the wall with his massive, chiseled body. I feel his cock nestle in between my thighs, causing my legs to tighten around his waist. His hardness grinds into me, sliding, pounding, playing right against the aching knot of my clit. I dig my nails into his rock-hard biceps and let him take control, let him bring me the pleasure I know only he can give. I surrender to his heat, his touch, his soft lips, and his greedy tongue.
He picks up speed, dry fucking me up against the wall. I feel Matteo suck on a tender spot between my neck and shoulder, catching my flesh in between his teeth and biting down. I come in a vicious wave of ecstasy, my body trembling in his arms as pleasure pulls me under.
In one fluid motion, Matteo sets me down on the ground and falls to his knees in front of me, peeling my leggings and panties off before I even know what’s happening. He pries my legs apart and buries his face in between my thighs, lapping up my release.
I tangle my fingers in his hair as he grips my ass and holds me closer to his face. Matteo alternates between long, languid licks up the seam of my pussy and drawing tight little circles over my clit.
More and more of my juices leak out of me, my inner muscles pulsing and sucking on air, aching to be filled with something. As if reading my mind – or, more accurately, my body, Matteo shoves two fingers inside of my entrance, stretching me to the point of pain, but it feels so, so good.
I come again, screaming his name as he pries me open, scissoring his fingers inside of me and dipping his tongue into my tight tunnel. Over and over my body shakes and spasms, either one long orgasm of five small orgasms, I don’t even know.
My vision is fuzzy and sweat coats my skin as my knees give out. Matteo grips my hips in a bruising hold and pins me to the wall. I lean forward and brace myself with my hands on his shoulders. I can’t stop coming, shaking, crying out. Matteo continues to suck my clit and scrape his teeth over my folds.
I can’t even feel anything anymore. Every part of me is numb and tingling by the time Matteo glides up my body, pulling my pants up as he goes. He kisses me and wraps his arms around the small of my back to keep me close to him.
I finally have to break the kiss, my vision going blurry from lack of oxygen. Resting my forehead on his chest, I gulp down air and try to figure out what happens next. Matteo combs his fingers through my hair, calming me down and making me feel so safe. Precious, even. It’s such a contrast to the way he devoured me, body and soul, only a few moments ago.
“Incredible,” he whispers, though it seems like he’s saying it more to himself than to me.
Matteo tugs softly at my hair, tilting my face up towards his. Those chocolate eyes of his roam over my face like he's trying to memorize everything about me. It's intense, but then again, everything about Matteo is intense.
He presses a kiss to my forehead and lets his lips rest there until our breathing returns to normal. Matteo leans back and cups my cheek, tracing his thumb over my swollen lips. “Incredible,” he murmurs again.
Then he shakes his head as if trying to break out of a trance. He presses one last, lingering kiss on my lips and untangles himself from me. Matteo spins me around until I'm facing in the direction of my room. "Be a good girl and get some rest now," he whispers close to my ear. He swats my ass, making me jump in surprise.
I look over my shoulder, unable to voice all the jumbled thoughts and feelings warring inside of me. I’m not sure what just happened, or how, but I know I don’t want it to end. Matteo catches my eye and gives me a wolfish grin. “You’re not ready for all of me, baby girl, so you better go to bed before I give you more than you can handle.”