Chapter Nineteen
Teague
I tiptoe down the hallway, praying no one will see me. I can’t believe I forgot to grab a bottle of water earlier, and I’m dying of thirst. I can’t wait any longer and hate drinking water from the bathroom tap. This is a quick grab-and-go mission, so I’m sure I’ll be fine. Besides, it’s not like anyone will be looking toward the kitchen when I’m pretty sure there are strippers giving a show in the living room.
The music, whistling, encouraging language, and cheers are loud enough to hear through the walls. It’s like I’m almost there with a front-row seat. I catch someone’s shadow down the hall where all the lights are on and drop to my hands and knees.
I’ll crawl the rest of the way. No biggie.
It is a big deal. You are a mature adult who should not resort to such childish measures.
I really don’t want anyone to notice me.
So what if they do? Smile. Wave. Grab your water and go.
This is ridiculous, arguing with myself. I stand up. I just won’t look. I don’t have to look. Madison texted me a little while ago to say she didn’t want me to keep tabs on Henry after all. It’s his bachelor party, she texted, he’s supposed to have fun, and she feels guilty for having “eyes” on him. I was relieved I wouldn’t have to report back to her. But since she’s planted the seed of mistrust in my mind, the minute I turn the corner to the kitchen, it’s impossible not to look.
There are two girls wearing only teeny tiny G-strings dancing for the group of guys. Henry is getting the best of it. He’s also got both hands on one of the girl’s boobs. She doesn’t mind in the least. In fact, she helps him to stand up from the couch and leads him away. His friends hoot and holler before directing their attention back to the other girl, who’s now giving a lap dance to a new guy.
Thump.
I bump right into someone. Dang it. I am the worst grab-and-goer ever. I turn my head and my worry immediately vanishes. It’s Mateo. “Hi,” I say, relieved.
“Hey. You okay?”
“Yeah. I just needed some water.”
Mateo opens the fridge and grabs me a drink. Rather than give it to me, he takes my hand and we both walk back toward my room. I don’t even think about protesting.
He closes the door behind us. Locks it. My cheeks quickly flame. The deep-down truth is I’ve been waiting for him, and the water was a way to maybe catch a glimpse of him and get his attention. He turns and I gulp. He’s so sexy. He makes my heart race, my throat dry. I’m nervous about where this is leading, but I’m even more excited.
There aren’t enough powerful words to express how much I want him right now.
“Is it cool that I’m here?” he asks.
“Yes, but shouldn’t you be out there?” I ask, because this is the most thrilling and scary moment of my life, so of course I say something stupid.
“There’s nothing interesting out there.”
“All the other guys—”
“Don’t have you.” He steps forward. I take a step back. The room is big with a king-size bed, dresser, desk, and smaller adjacent sitting room with a TV. Through an archway is the bathroom.
“You have me?” The backs of my legs hit the bed. I welcome the support, because the intensity in his eyes makes my legs weak. His eyes are so green and lusty right now it’s obscene.
“Yes.”
“You’re awfully sure of yourself.”
He’s close enough to touch now. He shifts his attention to the nightstand, where he puts down the water bottle. I stare at his forearm. I’ve never noticed how sexy arms could be.
“Am I wrong?” he asks confidently and sincerely. He’s so smooth and ridiculously charming it’s impossible to refute anything he says.
“No,” I whisper.
“I want you for the rest of the night.” His voice is gruff and laced with hope. “But it’s your call. You run the shots here because I can’t promise—”
I wrap my arms around his neck and press my mouth to his. I don’t want to know what he can’t do. Tonight, I want him to do everything he can. Starting with kisses that are without a doubt, the best I’ve ever had.
His lips are firm but soft underneath mine, and it’s electric. Mind-boggling. Everything I’ve been missing. He’s content to let me control the kiss until I slip my tongue inside his mouth. Wild, desperate groping follows. His hands are all over me as his tongue takes charge. He deepens the kiss, making me moan. Making me hot while certain parts of my body are tight with want and so much need I’m seconds away from begging him to get me naked already.
A deep sound of pleasure comes from the back of his throat. “God, Knox,” he murmurs, leaving my mouth to kiss down my neck to my collarbone.
I breathlessly sigh in response, run my fingers through his soft hair.
He lifts away to unzip my hoodie. Once undone, he slides it off my shoulders so it falls to the floor. Rather than remove my bra like I expect, he takes my jeans off. “You’re so incredibly beautiful,” he says, eyeing me in nothing more than my lingerie. Every place his gaze touches sets off tingles on my skin. The way he looks at me is heartening, and any doubt or shame I feel is extinguished. I know this isn’t going to end the way I wish it would, with Mateo wanting to date only me, but I don’t care at the moment.
A quick one-handed lift of his shirt up and over his head, and I get my first glimpse of his body. He takes his pants off next.
“So are you,” I manage to say. Oh my heavens, he is the sexiest thing I have ever seen. His tan skin is smooth and leanly muscled with cuts in all the right places. The V at his hips that disappears into his boxer briefs is beyond mouth-watering. So is the dusting of hair that leads down to an impressive erection. I’m in danger of coming just from staring at him. I gulp again.
He walks backward into the sitting room. I follow, not wanting any distance between us. I’m not sure what he’s up to, but I shudder at the hungry look in his expression. I’ve never felt more bold or confident without my clothes on. He sits down in the deep cushioned love seat, puts his hands on the arms.
I stop in front of him. My belly button is level with his mouth. He leans forward to kiss me there while his fingers grasp the sides of my panties and slip the pink lace down my legs. When his lips brush my landing strip, my legs almost give out.
“Fuck,” Mateo growls. “Your pussy is killing me. Get up here.”
With my hands on his shoulders, I straddle his thighs. He puts his hands on my waist and angles my hips toward his face at the same time he leans back against the couch cushion.
“What are you doing?” I ask, surprised, but willing to let him guide my body however he wants. I’ve never been more turned on or uninhibited in my life. It’s a new sensation, and I can’t believe it’s happening to me. I like it.
“Eating you. I want you sitting on my face. Put your hands on the wall and do not hold back. I want to hear you.”
I’m on his mouth a second later with my knees pressed into his shoulders. My eyes roll back inside my head. I’m floating. No. Flying. I’m on fire and flying and nothing has ever felt this good. His tongue is magic. The next swipe of his warm, wet tongue along my cleft and I’m almost ready to come. I’ve never been in a position like this before. I’m light-headed with bliss.
“Do you have any idea how wet you are?”
I shake my head, unable to speak because I’m so delirious with pleasure.
His hands cup my bottom, bringing me tighter against his mouth. He licks and sucks like he’s starving and he’s never tasted anything better. My eyes close. I’m humming. Or something. Whatever it is, it’s a sound I’ve never made before.
He deliberately slows, then speeds up. I’m losing my mind and never want it to stop. “You taste and smell so fucking good,” he murmurs. He keeps me balanced on his face with one hand while the other moves to inside my bra. He teases my nipple between his fingers, somehow realizes my bra has a front clasp, and unhooks it like a master. With both my breasts free, he takes turns cupping them and rubbing his thumb over my nipples, making them even more stiff. Then he skims his hand down my stomach until he’s pressing the pad of his finger over my clit and massaging the bundle of nerves there. Over and over again.
Lick.
Suck.
Massage.
The mouth-hand combo threatens to splinter me in two. I’m sensitive beyond belief, my body so tightly wound I’m like a bomb ready to explode, and with a few more circles from his finger and laps from his tongue, that’s exactly what happens.
I fly apart, screaming and moaning. My thighs shake. My heart pounds. I come on Mateo’s face so hard, my orgasm rolls into a second one when he doesn’t let up on his sweet torture.
When I finally come back to earth, he’s got me. “You are so fucking hot,” he says with a groan as he carries me to the bed and gently puts me down. My bra is somewhere on the floor, so I’m completely naked in front of him now.
I’m also boneless. So satiated I could fall asleep.
But then I blink into better focus to find Mateo’s eyes blazing with heat, and I’m wide-awake. I take in his broad shoulders and smooth, well-defined pecs. I keep looking, tracking down to his incredible abs, and…his very large cock. I’m talking extra large.
His underwear is at his feet and his dick is standing straight up. He’s about to slip on a condom, and I can’t help but stare. I’ve only been up close like this with one other man, and it wasn’t nearly as solid or long or heady as Mateo’s.
Watching him wrap his hand around the thick base and glide his palm up to the tip where precome shines underneath the ceiling lights is hotter than I ever imagined, and I’m achy and needy all over again.
He carefully slides the condom on then looks at me. “I can’t wait for you to come on my dick like you did on my tongue. You ready for that?”
I nod.
He tucks my hair behind my ear. “You sure? We can stop right here. You need to tell me with words that you want this, Knox.”
“I want this,” I say, my voice a little desperate. It’s essential I feel him inside me. I know this is only going to make me more attached to him, but I want all of him no matter the consequences.
“Wrap your legs around me.” He lifts me off the bed like I weigh nothing. “And tell me exactly what you want. The dirtier the better.” He spins us around and pins me against the nearest free wall. It’s exhilarating and such a turn-on to be like this with him. He’s right at my entrance. He dips his head to kiss my collarbone, suck on my nipple. “I’m waiting.”
I’m shocked how easily the next words come out of my mouth.
“I want you to fuck me. I want your cock buried deep inside me. Right. Now.”
Our eyes connect. For a moment we’re lost in each other. One hundred percent in this moment and nowhere else. It’s powerful.
“Please,” I add.
He grins. “Anything for you.”
Anything for me.
I wish that were true.
He pushes himself inside me, slow at first, our breathing ragged as I stretch to accommodate him. I’m still so wet from two minutes ago that his size isn’t an issue. Every inch feels more incredible than the last. He never takes his eyes off mine.
“You good?” he asks.
“Better than…” I can’t finish my sentence, because he’s buried himself completely inside me.
“Teague,” he says hoarsely. “Fuck, you feel better than I imagined.”
“You, too,” I somehow whisper back.
His hands cup my bottom. Mine are on his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin in an attempt to hold on. He kisses me, and I can taste myself on his lips. It’s…arousing. Being with him like this is unlike anything. We move together, our mouths, our hips, our heartbeats. We’re an electrical work of art, setting off sparks with every thrust.
Mateo is so deep inside me, and I’m so strongly connected to him, I have no idea where I end and he begins.
He kisses my jaw, earlobe, over my neck. I run my hands down his arms to his elbows. The muscles in his biceps are hard, pronounced. “Watch,” he says huskily, and slowly eases himself out. “Watch the way we fuck.”
I want to cry when he draws back, but then I glance down to where our bodies meet and before he pulls fully out, he stops. Freezes. Actually looking at us so intimately connected is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
“Take a deep breath. Can you smell it?” he asks. Then he lazily pushes back in. Only to repeat the slow drag back out. I’m mesmerized. And so on fire, I need him buried to the hilt again. “The sex,” he adds, groaning.
“Yes,” I say breathlessly. I can smell the sex. Smell it. See it. Taste it. I’m on sensory overload, and it feels incredible. Mateo feels incredible. “Now please bury your cock back inside me.”
“Fuck, I love when you talk like that.” He pounds back into me, driving me wild.
I dig my heels into his butt to keep him close, and this time he stays there, once again thrusting deeper. Harder. We move at a faster pace, in a race to get to the finish line. God, how I want to get there again. Like now.
As if reading my mind, he slips a hand between us. This isn’t his first rodeo. He knows exactly what to do to get me off. His cock strokes me. His fingers stroke me. And that’s all it takes to get me to splinter in two again.
God, yes, and Mateo all spill from my lips as I squeeze him for everything he’s got. I grip his shoulders, thrust my hips, then still to ride out the wave of my orgasm. He pumps into me once, twice, and lets out a low guttural sound of satisfaction, finding his own release on the heels of mine.
He doesn’t immediately pull out. Instead he kisses me again. Hot, hard, and possessive. His tongue is all over mine. He treats my mouth like he’s still starving for me. I had no idea kisses like this existed. It’s like he’s telling me what he can’t say with words: that maybe this wasn’t just sex for him, either.
I kiss him back, telling him the things that are hard for me to say aloud. Things like I’m half in love with him. That I want this to happen again. Tomorrow. Next week. Next month. Next year. I want to ask him if he will date just me. I promise I’ll make it interesting.
But I know that’s not reality. He’s made it clear he’s not ready for another relationship, and I need to respect that.
He leisurely stops the kiss, gives me a lazy smile, and carries me back to the bed. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
I watch his tight, perfect butt walk into the bathroom. When he strides back out, gloriously naked and condom-free, I giggle.
“What?” he says, climbing onto the bed to lie beside me, head propped in his hand. He brushes the hair off my shoulder, then traces his finger down my chest, around my areola, along the underside of my boob.
Goose bumps invade my skin. “Nothing.”
“You know it’s not very nice to laugh at the guy who just gave you three screaming orgasms.” He continues to tickle me with slow, seductive circles around my torso. “And who plans to give you more.”
I stare up at his handsome face, trying to decipher what that means exactly. “Tonight?”
“This weekend. While we’re here.”
Meaning as soon as we leave this house, we’re over. As lovers. As everything in my case, because I knew sex with him would mess me up, but I hadn’t expected my emotions to be tied so closely to that intimacy. Which is my bad. I was never able to have sex without strings before, so I don’t know what possessed me to think I could now.
“Hey,” he says with concern. “Get out of your head. If the weekend doesn’t work for you, just let me know.” He cups my cheek, runs his thumb over my lips. “I want you to be completely comfortable with this, Knox. But I also want to be selfish because what we just did was fucking amazing and I want a repeat. Or ten.” My heart beats harder. I am good in bed.
The doubts and second-guesses in my head are only a problem if I let them take hold of the emotional things inside me. I want what Mateo is offering more than anything I’ve ever wanted before.
I’ve gone this far with him. I can go all the way. The trick is not to let him see how much he affects me. If I tease, flirt, throw out challenges, and keep things on the surface, I can be that girl. The one who has fun and doesn’t get attached.
“Exactly,” I say. “You just caught me calculating the number of times I want to do this with the number of weekend hours left so I know how much sleep to give us. There’s also the time required for my official duties, so that leaves—”
He kisses me. With lips, tongue, and tenacity until we’re both breathless. “That math brain of yours is a fucking turn-on.” To prove his statement, he moves on top of me so I can feel the hard length of him again. “You weren’t thinking of sleeping now, were you?”
“Now that I feel you’re up for this, I think maybe we should do without sleep entirely.”
That gets me those insanely unfair dimples that make me want to do very bad things with him. “I’m game,” he says.
I remind myself I’m brave, too, and that I can’t get hurt if I keep this about a new experience. After all, that’s what I wanted when I left home.