Page 51 of Lilacs and Leather
“Holy shit, yes,” I gasp, throwing my head back.
“What’s off the table for tonight, baby?” Mateo asks, tone darker and the slight growl under it helps clear my head for a moment.
“Um… mean names. Spitting,” I pant, opening my eyes and swallowing a little.
“Not a problem. Can I put my hands on your throat?” he asks, softening a little.
I consider and nod as the thought makes my pussy quiver. He chuckles, nipping at my neck again. I whimper at a particularly hard one and pull away slightly.
“Just… don’t bite to break the skin, if you can,” I mumble, my face heating.
“Understood. If you need to stop at any time, baby, do not hesitate to tell me. I don’t care if I’m balls deep inside of you, on the edge of coming. You say the word, and we’re done, okay?”
Mateo puts a hand under my chin and turns me to face him and look up at him. His fawn-colored eyes spark, but the sincerity there takes my breath away. I smile and nod, and he leans down to give me a gentle kiss that has my toes curling in my flats.
The elevator dings, and the door slides open. Mateo grins wickedly at me before he drops his shoulder and grabs me around my knees, throwing me across his back as he charges out of the elevator. I let out a surprised scream as he jogs across an open space, my shoes falling off along the way. He sets me down, only to push me against the wall next to a door. The growl in his throat makes my thighs clench, my moan swallowed by his mouth on me again. His hands are at the hem of my shirt, sliding under it to wrap around my lower back, his hands hot on my already flushed skin. My own hands move down his bare arms, drifting to scrape my nails along his stomach. I feel the muscles flex, responding to my touch.
We break the kiss long enough to rip off our shirts, throwing them into the darkness of the room. Mateo wraps an arm around my waist, holding me against his chest as his tongue continues to move with mine. His free hand finds the handle of the door behind us, and he shoves it open. He walks me backwards into the room, his fingers finding the clasp of my bra as he kicks the door closed. With practiced ease, he pops the hooks and pulls it away before throwing it to the side.
“Is there anyone else here?” I gasp when his mouth trails down my chin and throat.
“Just you and me, baby,” Mateo says against my collarbone.
“Good,” I growl, my hands going to the buckle of his belt.
He laughs, taking my breasts in his hands again, squeezing them as his thumbs roll across my nipples. I throw back my head, gripping his shoulders as his mouth closes over the right one, my moan almost a growl when he bites down gently. His answering growl sends a throb of need straight to my core.
He walks me backwards again, and my legs hit something soft, taking them out from under me. I fall back against a bed with a soft “oof,” laughing a little at my clumsiness. I look at him in the semi-darkness, admiring the tattoos that cover his forearms and parts of his biceps. I glimpse a tattoo on his left side, two lines of text that seem to match the one I saw on Rhett. I swallow and start to crawl backwards up the bed, but Mateo growls.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He laughs, grabbing me by the ankle.
I yelp as he pulls me down back to the edge, but it turns into a gasp as his mouth comes down on my breasts again. His hands skate over my sides, raising goosebumps in their wake, until he finds the buttons of my jeans and deftly pops them. His hands slide below the loosened waistband, and I lift my hips to help him pull my jeans down, his fingers also taking my panties along with them. I hear them hit the floor but forget all about my clothes as Mateo runs his teeth over my nipples. One of his hands comes back up to cup a breast as the other slides between my thighs. I hitch a leg up, opening to allow him access. At the first touch of his fingers on my drenched pussy, I shudder and whine, heart skipping a beat.
“Absolutely soaked for me, baby,” he whispers, almost to himself.
“Mateo…” I moan as his fingers run up and down my outer lips, spreading my cream.
He laughs darkly, his fingers finding my swollen clit. I shout out a curse, back bowing at the touch even as delicious pleasure spirals in my belly. His knee nudges my legs wider, opening me further for him. He slips a finger inside my channel, and I can’t fight the keening whine that falls from my throat, my hands balling into fists in the bedspread. His thumb continues to circle my clit as his finger works me, curling and scraping that perfect spot inside of me that has me hurtling toward release. He drops to his knees between my legs, throwing my calves over his shoulders and yanking my hips to the very edge of the mattress.
Mateo adds a second finger to the first, pumping in and out with deliberate thrusts. I let out a long groan at the stretch, each brush of his hand sending bolts of white-hot pleasure up my skin. He blows a soft stream of cool air against my core, making me shudder and clench around his fingers, my whole body breaking out in goosebumps. At the first brush of his tongue against my clit, my eyes roll back into my head, stars bursting and my moans reaching new volumes I didn’t know I was capable of. He sucks and swirls the bud in his mouth while his fingers continue their relentless pace. I buck against him, trying to escape the overwhelming coil of pleasure tightening in my gut, even while my hands find Mateo’s hair and hold him against me.
“I’m so close, Mateo. Please, please,” I beg between heaving breaths.
He pushes deep, curling his fingers to apply hard pressure to that sweet spot, and his tongue flicks over my clit with renewed speed. My voice rises higher and higher as I reach the tipping point. I can feel my heartbeat from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. My heels dig into Mateo’s back, my muscles coiling tighter and tighter. My panting breaths hiss through my gritted teeth. When he sucks my clit again, teeth scraping delicately, I fall with a scream, his name a chant and a prayer. He works me through the aftershocks, tongue delving to lick where his fingers meet my slit, moaning as he tastes my release. His ozone scent floods the room, sending a new wave through my already fluttering pussy.
I lay back, staring at the ceiling while trying to catch my breath, and Mateo’s mouth slows to a stop. I feel him press a kiss to the inside of my thigh before he withdraws, the little affectionate gesture making my racing heart skip a beat. I hear the buckle of Mateo’s belt jangle, and the rustle of fabric. A moment later, he’s helping me move up the bed, lips finding mine again. I can taste my essence, sweet and floral, mixed with his own flavor, and it sends another rush of shudders down my spine. My hands run along the contours of his deceptively muscled chest, tracing the lines of his abs as he holds himself above me. My fingers trail lower, finding him naked now too, and his cock hard and pulsing between us.
At the first brush of my hand against him, Mateo pulls back from the kiss with a hissing moan. He hangs his head, shoulders shaking as I run my thumb over the slit, spreading his pre-cum over the head. I work the length of him slowly, taking my time to feel every contour and vein along his considerable length. I smile to myself at the way his breath catches on my squeezing downstrokes, and I slow my pace, earning a low growl. He thrusts into my hand as I circle my palm over his tip, my hand coming away sticky. He looks up at me again, and in the darkness, I can see the predatory look on his face as he growls, his breath hot against my skin. I smile to myself in triumph and kiss him again softly, swallowing his moan as I squeeze his base.
“Birth control?” he pants into my mouth.
“Implant. Condom?” I ask, increasing my pace.
“One sec,” Mateo says, rolling over toward the edge of the bed.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath as I hear a drawer opening and closing, followed by the ripping of a foil package. My orgasm has my body relaxed, even as my mind whirls with anticipation. I take another shaky breath to settle myself, smiling slightly. Suddenly, hands are on my hips, and I squeak as Mateo pulls me to straddle him with almost no effort. I manage to swing my leg over in time, and I can feel him beneath me, now with protection covering him from root to tip. I put my hands on his chest, rocking against him, humming at the feeling of his hard length as it runs along my sensitive clit and entrance. He throws his head back against the pillows, and I can see the vein in his neck jump.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, fingers digging hard enough into my ass to bruise.