Tilting my chin up, I close the distance between our lips, my heart racing and skipping in my chest, singing when we connect. He kisses me back, his hand tangling in my hair. I wrap my arms around Mateo’s neck, arching my body against his hard chest and pulling myself as close as I possibly can.
“I love you,” I say, my lips brushing his. “I love you so much.” Mateo cups my face with both hands, leaning back so he can get a good look at me. He stares into my eyes and the universe melts away. Nothing in my life has ever felt so… right.
“Say it again,” he demands, a smile pulling at the edges of his lips.
“I love you, dummy,” I say with a grin. “I mean, how could I not?”
Mateo smiles so hard the dimple pops in his left cheek. “Such a smart ass,” he mutters, pressing his lips to mine. His tongue runs along the seam of my lips, demanding entry. I part for him, moaning when his tongue curls around mine, tangling and taking control of my mouth.
Pinned between his hard chest and the wall, my nipples rasp against the lace of my bra with every panting breath I take.
Mateo reaches down with both hands, grabbing my ass and kneading my cheeks, grinding his hard length against my stomach. He runs his lips down the side of my neck, biting and kissing the tender skin until I’m shaking, my heart racing. I slide my hands down the buttons of his shirt front, unbuckling his belt.
“Julia…” His voice is a low warning, but I smile against his lips.
“Mateo…” I say, mimicking his tone as I rub my palm over his hard dick. He groans, his hips flexing at my touch. He’s thick and hot, even through the fabric, and I know that if I have to wait until we get back to my house, I’m going to spontaneously combust. That, or melt into a puddle, leaving behind just a dress and a pair of soaked panties.
Unzipping his pants, I dip my hand into his boxers and wrap my fist around him. He bucks against my grip, taking deep breaths like he’s fighting for control.
“Fuck,” he mutters, looking up and down the alleyway before wrapping my hair around his fist, forcing me to look up at him. “Tell me what you want and make it quick.”
Stroking my hand over his length, I pull his boxers down, just low enough to free him.
“I want you to fuck me. I want you to pick me up and fuck me hard,” I whisper, licking my lips. Mateo cracks his neck, hands sliding up my thighs and under my dress.
“I dunno, Jules… How wet is this pussy?” he asks, a devilish smile transforming his face as his finger traces my slit through my panties. I moan at the slight touch. I want more. I need him to touch me.
Mateo uses his knee to push my legs farther apart, and I can’t help the way my hips roll toward him. He towers over me, his thick body dominating me with every movement. He pulls my panties to the side and presses a finger deep inside me. My breath hitches as he works a second finger into my pussy, curling them hard against my g-spot. My head falls back against the wall. Jesus Christ, he’s good at that.
“Oh my God,” he groans, slipping the thick digit in and out of me. “Fuck, you’re so sexy.” Mateo lifts one of my legs, wrapping it around his waist. He takes his finger wet from my pussy and rubs it over the head of his cock. It glistens in the dim light and I watch, mesmerized, as Mateo taps my clit with the head of his cock. I gasp, pleasure curling through my abdomen.
“Oh… you liked that,” he growls, bowing his head to kiss me before doing it again, harder and faster. “If I give you this cock, are you going to come for me?”
“Yes,” I moan, already halfway there. He digs a hand in my purse, finding what he’s looking for, and dropping the bag to the asphalt. He opens the bottle of coconut oil, and I moan as I watch him stroke himself with it. He lines up the head of his cock, pushing inside me, inch by torturous inch. Pulsing, swirling pleasure curls through me as he moves, deep grunts rumbling in his throat. I’m stretched so tight around him, I can barely breathe, filled to the point of ecstasy.
When I’ve taken almost all of him, he gets a firm grip on my thigh, pulling my leg tighter around his hip, making sure he’s buried every last millimeter inside me.
“Sooo tight,” he groans as he buries his face in my neck, biting the sensitive juncture of my neck and shoulder.
“Oh God,” I gasp into the night air. My eyes flutter and I can see stars above us in the narrow gap between the buildings. I hold tight to Mateo’s neck as he moves inside me. Every single stroke is heaven. “Oh my God, yes. So good, Mateo.”
Growling against my neck, he picks me up and pins me to the wall with his hips. My legs go around his waist and I have to bite back the scream clawing its way out of my throat. A group of tourists pass by the end of the alley, talking loudly.
“Shh,” Mateo warns as he thrusts into me. “Quiet, Jules.”
“Oh fuck,” I gasp, biting my lip. He’s so deep, so big, so overwhelming. His hands dig into my hips as he angles his chest away from me, impaling me on his cock, bouncing me on it like I weigh nothing. I arch my back, my hair tangling in the peeling paint of the wall behind me as he hits every spot inside meperfectly.
My fingers grasp at his short hair frantically as my vision closes in, every muscle in my body tightening, shaking, desperate for the release barreling toward me.
“Oh my God, yes… fuck yes, Jules,” Mateo mutters, his fingers flexing against my hips with bruising force. “Oh fuck. Come for me, Jules. I want to feel that wet pussy squeeze my dick.” His voice turns to a growl as he bounces me harder.
His head drops to my chest, biting the neckline of my top and yanking it aside. His mouth finds my nipple, tight and straining against the mesh of my bra. He draws it between his teeth, and I can feel his tongue, hot and wet through the thin fabric. It lights up every nerve in my body, setting me on fire as the pulsing rapture rolls through me with unstoppable force. One of Mateo’s hands releases my hip, lightning fast, as I cry out, clamping his palm over my mouth. He shudders, letting my hips drop hard on his dick, the friction sending him over the edge and drawing my orgasm out in a way I didn’t even know was humanly possible. The muscles in his neck flex and strain under my fingers, his groan muffled around my nipple.
Mateo holds me against the wall, his face buried in my neck and his hand over my mouth even though I’m no longer in danger of alerting half of Sonoma to my orgasm. I laugh against his palm, every muscle in my body floating.
“What’s so funny, Jules?” He turns and kisses my neck, slipping out of me and lowering my legs to the ground.
“Nothing,” I sigh. “I just feel really amazing.”