“Mateo—” she argues, but I cut her off.
“You can have that later. I need a taste,” I say gruffly, reaching down, hooking my arms under her thighs, and tossing her farther back on the bed.
She lands with a little bounce, eyes wide and bright. “Yes, sir,” she says in an impish voice, spreading her legs, giving me an eyeful of the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen in my whole Godforsaken life.
15
Julia
Jesus lord, Mateo has a dirty mouth. I thought I knew him through and through, but boy was Iwrong.Mentally, I add his staggering ability to say panty-meltingly filthy things to the list of ways he keeps surprising me. Right below his sneaky dominant streak and equine cock. I’m officially committing the phrase “you can have that later” to memory.
He picks me up and hucks me to the back of the bed. “I need a taste,” he says, his voice rough.
Iloveit.
Leaning up on my elbows, I spread my legs wide. If he’s offering to go downtown, I’m sure as hell not arguing.
“Yes, sir.”
I say it as a joke but Mateo’s dark eyes flare, a muscle in his jaw jumping. Oh, shit. He definitely liked that.
He reaches back, grabbing his t-shirt and stripping it off over his head in one swift motion. There’s a surreal second where I’m not convinced this is really happening. Like, am I really sitting here on full, wanton display in front of my childhood friend?
The beast of a man in front of me is barely recognizable as that scrawny boy. His body ripples and bulges with muscles, the tight ridges of his abdomen carved so deep I could use him as a shot glass. A large tattoo covers one side of his chest, a black-and-grey compass surrounded by water, a trident replacing the needle in the center.
He’s covered in scars. They’re everywhere. A subtle network of them works its way down one side of his torso. A large one slashes across his chest, opposite the tattoo. His left knee has healed-over surgical marks and a large, round, angry looking scar that could only have come from a bullet.
Then there’s the one-eyed monster bobbing against his abs... and holy fuck.
It’s not that I imagined Mateo as a ken doll. Objectively, I knew he was a boy and boys have penises. It’s just that, until recently, I never thought of him like…this. He’s all thick and veiny, with a wide head, and if the way that mushroom tip rubbed against my tongue was a foreshadowing of things to come, I’mreallygoing to enjoy this.
He kneels on the bed, watching my face as he runs a hand over my pussy, stroking through my trimmed curls. “Sexy as fuck,” he mutters, stroking his cock with the other hand.
He likes to watch me; I realize. It’s intense and intimate and… unexpected. Just add it to the list, because I am here for it.
Mateo presses his palms to my inner thighs, leaning forward and pressing me into the mattress. His nose brushes against the sensitive skin of my thigh, his warm breath fanning over me. Nerves dance around in my stomach and I lean my head back, closing my eyes. This feels like a cliff, one we can’t come back from if we go over. Friends can get carried away and kiss. You can explain that away with a couple of beers and a little sexual frustration. But a friend doesn’t accidentally eat another friend’s pussy.
“Jules,” Mateo says firmly. “Look at me.”
It’s a command, and that tone he uses… fuck me, that’s sexy. I’ll do anything he wants when he says it like that. Opening my eyes, I lock on him and the nerves disappear. There’s nothing friendly about the way he’s looking at me, and I fucking love it.
Mateo presses his face between my legs, spreading me with his fingers. His warm, soft tongue licking me from opening to clit.
“God, you taste good,” he groans, shaking his head. He licks me again and again, lapping at me with long, slow licks. At the apex, he points the tip of his tongue, flicking it against my clit and I gasp, the muscles in my core clenching.
“Holy Christ, that’s perfect.” My breaths come out in little pants as his slick, warm tongue wraps around my clit.
Oh.Oh God. Holy shit.
It’s too much, feels too good. I clutch the sheet in my fist, my other goes to his shoulder, my fingers digging into the muscles. I watch the muscles bunch and flex under my grasp as his arm moves. His hand roams my body, fingertips kneading my skin, grabbing my hip, palming my stomach. It’s like he’s trying to touch all of me at once and frustrated that he can’t.
He eats my pussy like it’s the single best thing he’s ever experienced. He’s relentless and the pleasure inside me builds, faster than I could have thought possible. I come, my orgasm flashing through me fast and hot.
“Oh, man.” I flop my head back on the pillow. “That wasgood.” I always appreciate a man that goes down.
Mateo doesn’t stop, just slows his pace. I pick my head back up to look at him, laughing when I see the dark expression in his eyes.
“Why are you glaring at me?” I ask. “Get up here. I’m turned on, you did your job, come fuck me.”