MATEO

by K. L. Savage

  “I don’t know. I’m overwhelmed. I don’t know if I can do this. I can’t be the woman you want. I’m not sexual. When you control me, I feel better. That’s all I know.”

  A spurt of come jets out of me, and I tilt my head back, groaning and thinking about every horrible thing I’ve ever done to stop my orgasm. She’s my fucking dream. She’s perfect.

  I love nothing more than to be in control, and she wants to give it to me?

  What a gift.

  “Sei fatta per me,” I let slip.

  “You think I’m fat?” her chin trembles, and she grabs the blanket to hide herself.

  Dio mio. This is a disaster.

  “No! No, Stellina. That is not what I said. I said, ‘sei fatta per me’, which means—” I place her arms by her sides again “—made for me. You are made for me.”

  Her lips form a cute O shape.

  “I’m going to spank you for thinking that. You are perfetta. Perfect,” I translate. I lean down and kiss her again, wanting to get the tension built again, wanting to show her what she has been missing. Our lips slide, and I feel when the stress leaves her. Her body is limp as I wrap my arms around her back to hold her close as I taste the silk of her tongue.

  Her beaded pink nipples slide against mine and her sounds reverberate off the back of my throat as we kiss. Her hands stroke the middle of my back and her confidence returns. I rock against her, loving the sighs that leave her. When her hips thrust against mine, sliding her sheath up and down my cock. I knead her tits, the flesh gives, and my fingers twist those tight peaks. Her mouth is ripped from mine and she arches her back, thrashing her head to the right.

  She sucks her bottom lip, but I don’t tell her to stop. I’m too enamored as I watch her enjoy the first experience of pleasure.

  Her tits are small, and I bet she wishes they were bigger, but they are everything I’ve ever wanted for myself. I bend down, unable to help myself, and tug a nipple into my mouth, moaning as a taste of strawberries blooms over my tongue. I flick my tongue across the bud, her back arching again, and keens. Her mouth falls open and her brows pinch together.

  “Oh, wow. Oh, wow. Oh my god,” she gasps, staring down at me in awe as I blow cold air across the wet piece of red candy before I make my way toward the other.

  I have to pay attention to both.

  After lavishing, I kiss my way down her taunt stomach and curl my fingers in the waistband of her pants, tugging the silk down her long milky legs. I lift off to throw them somewhere in the room and stroke my cock through my pants as I stare down at her.

  She’s a goddess.

  And I’m the god about to show her heaven.

  She’s lean and curvy in all the right places. I can see the valleys of her ribs moving slightly under her skin as her lungs expand. Her brown hair is fanned across the pillow, her pale skin is stark against the black sheets. If I was allowed to take a picture, I would. Maybe later, when we are more established, she’ll trust me enough.

  Trusting her body with me is one thing, trusting her heart with me is another.

  She has a light brown tuft of hair settled above her pussy and I grip the ends, giving the sensitive area a tight tug. She moans, liking the bit of pain I’m giving her. It’s beginner, something every person who has had sex has experienced, but I have to test her to see what she can handle.

  “Bellissima,” I say to her when she cups her own tits, plucking her nipples and owning how good she feels.

  I unbutton my pants, then lower the zipper. The metal teeth growl and she props herself up on her elbows, a watchful eagerness igniting her eyes.

  “Have you ever seen a cock, Stellina?”

  She shakes her head, sliding her fingers up and down her stomach, grazing the top of her pussy. I tug my pants down my hips; the cool breeze of the air conditioning sends pebbles across my skin but does nothing to extinguish the heat throbbing my cock.

  The Italian handsewn trousers drop to my knees along with my briefs. Steel hard and leaking precome, the tip of my cock rubs against the dark happy trail beneath my belly button. She inhales and sits up further. Nine long, thick inches point at her. She gets so close, her warm breath buzzes over the fat helmet of my cock.

  My balls are heavy, filled with come and the need to fill her tight body.

  Her fingers tickle my thigh as her hands work her way up. “You’re gorgeous.” The words are whispered across the vein plumping my shaft. I moan, stomach trembling as her tongue flicks out to steal the drop pooling at the slit.

  “Cazzo,” I grunt, tangling a hand in her hair as she debates on exploring me.

  If she wraps those lips around me, I’m a goner, and I can’t have that happen yet. Not without tasting her and having her come. She is first. Always.

  “I want to feel you suck me to the back of your throat, but if you do that now, I’m going to fill that wicked mouth and watch my come leak from the sides of your mouth as you try and swallow. Lean back.”

  “But… I want to try,” she admits, wrapping her hands around the base of me.

  My body jerks. My sack is so tight against me, it’s becoming too fucking hard to not blow. Her tentative touch, her willingness to try and learn, it’s affecting me in ways I didn’t know were possible.

  Saying the hell with it, I press the tip of my cock between her lips, taking control like she wants. My precome glosses over her pink lips. I tilt my chin down, moaning when I see her lick her lips. Her mouth opens without hesitancy and sucks on the crown, rolling her tongue around the helmet. “Like that?” she blinks up at me. So doe-eyed and fucking innocent.

  “Just like that, Stellina. Just like that,” I praise her. “You feel so fucking good.”

  She grins, the pride beaming on the apples of her cheeks. With more enthusiasm than last time, she laps at the base, sliding her tongue up and down the length. I shake, gripping the roots of her hair. Nora’s hand fondles the orbs between my legs as she wraps her mouth sloppily around me, sucking me down her throat a few inches.

  “Dio mio,” I whine. I fucking whine, as if I’m some weak man as she hums, pulling me deeper into her succulent mouth. “That’s it, Stellina. Use your teeth. I like that. Graze them over me, bite a little. No, it isn’t normal,” I say, before she can ask. Not many men like teeth on their cock.

  I’m not most men.

  She doesn’t question me but does what I say with eagerness and the desire to please me. Gently, she adds hardly any pressure as she grazes her teeth along the sensitive flesh, then bites down on the tip.

  “Fuck!” I scream. She yanks off, covering a hand over her mouth.

  “I’m sorry. I’ve never—”

  Before she can say another word, I grab her by the back of the head and shove her to my cock again, nearly shoving it between her lips for more. “You have no idea how good that fucking felt. Suck me,” I growl. I can’t help but to thrust my hips, needing to feel my tip hit the back of her throat.

  She gags and coughs, spitting all over me.

  Nora is sloppy and inexperienced, but I fucking love it. Holding myself back from coming down her throat has been a test of my will.

  “Mmmmm,” she moans, enjoying herself like she’s eating her favorite dessert. She bites down again, and I nearly lose it.

  I pull out of her mouth, push her down on the bed, lift her legs to my shoulders, and latch my mouth to her sopping wet cunt. My eyes roll to the back of my head as her sweet nectar slides down my throat, feeding the monster inside me.

  “Yes! Oh my god, Mateo,” she shouts, rocking her hips up and down so her clit gets friction too. “I’m going to come. Please, don’t stop. Make me come, baby,” she pleads, shocking me with her verbal want and endearment.

  Someone would have to kill me to stop me right now.

  I shove my tongue in her virgin hole, the tightness clasping my appendage. I search for the barrier I’m going to own one day, but my tongue can’t reach. My hands move to her ass, gripping her as hard as I can to leave bruis
es I can see tomorrow.

  My body. My ass. My pussy.

  My fucking woman.

  God, I can’t bury my face deep enough, no matter how hard I try.

  My nose is hidden in her bush, and I side my tongue out of her cunt, then lick up her sheath and bite her clit, sucking it between my teeth and rolling it.

  “Yes! Oh, Mateo. I’m going to come. I’m—I’m—I’m,” she stutters and her back arches again as if she’s being exorcised.

  If she bends any further, she might break.

  I let go of her ass, so she drops to the bed as she cries out. She’s a loud lover, sensitive to touch, and it’s like experiencing my first time again too.

  “Mateo!” she drawls my name out as her orgasm goes on.

  It’s enough to bring my orgasm to the base of my cock. I can’t wait any longer. I wrap my hand around myself, guide it to her pussy, and keep my word.

  No sex.

  But I do aim my tip right at her hole and stroke. I press myself at her entrance but do not inch in. “Cazzo! Nora, oh cazzo,” I groan as the first stream of hot cream jets from my sack. I paint her insides without being inside her. One, two, three, four times, and my cream is leaking out of her.

  Claimed.

  Owned.

  Mine.

  The one fucked up thought running through my mind is, how can I have this woman tied to me? I’m obsessed. What if I get her pregnant?

  Dio.

  It takes every ounce of self-control not to thrust inside her and claim that blood so I can see it drench my cock.

  I’m a bastard to think like that. She’s young and has her entire life ahead of her. I don’t. I’ve had too long not remembering who I am, who I love, and what I do. There’s no time to waste.

  I sag against her, kissing my way up her stomach, tasting the sweat casting a sheen on her skin. I get to her face and rob her lips, massaging them apart and lazily kissing her in a sense that could go on all night. The smacking of our lips sounds in the room, and I cup the sides of her face, letting the buzz of the orgasmic high rise.

  We don’t say anything.

  We just kiss.

  I don’t know how much time has passed, but my cock is hard and ready to go again. I’m not going to try to go another round. I feel like she’s going to have a lot to wrap her head around after what happened here between us. She isn’t like the models that pretend to want more to please me, because it isn’t about me.

  It’s about her.

  Us.

  And I only want what she wants.

  “Wow,” she finally says, bringing the kiss to an end. “I can’t believe I’ve waited so long to do that. Is it always like that? With everyone?”

  I growl in displeasure when she talks about not waiting. “You waited for me.” I slide against her wet, come covered cunt, my cock hugged tight by her folds. “And no, it isn’t like that with everyone. At all.”

  “Really?” She doesn’t sound like she believes me.

  I roll out of bed and hold out my hand for her to take. “Come on. Any questions you have, you can ask in the bath while I wash you.”

  “You’re going to wash me? I can wash myself,” she states, taking my hand anyway. I help her up and admire her body, still flushed and dripping with sweat in certain spots.

  “The perks of being with someone who cares about you is that you don’t have to do it all on your own anymore.”

  “I don’t know what that’s like.”

  “You will,” I reply, tugging her behind me as we make our way to the bathroom.

  I flip on the light and grab onto her hips to sit her on the edge of the tub, then bend down to turn the handle on the faucet.

  “Whoa!” I jump when she grabs my ass.

  “It really is a nice butt,” she giggles, stealing a grope again.

  I chuckle, letting her touch me in any way she wants. I keep in mind this is her first time naked with a man, so I’m new to her. Believe it or not, just because I’ve seen plenty of women before, I’ve never been with one like Nora. Not since Lucia.

  In a way, she’s a first for me too. A new beginning.

  I pour bubbles in next, and it isn’t long before the tub is full, and the bubbles are high. I get in first and lean against the back, then help her in. She sits down in front of me but doesn’t place her back against me. Nora doesn’t know what to do.

  Chuckling, I wrap my arms around her and force her to lean back. “Relax, Stellina, you’re safe here. I just want to hold you.”

  She doesn’t say anything but tilts her head back against my chest and turns left to look out to the Vegas night. I massage her shoulders, sighing in content. I haven’t felt this good since… never, now that I think about it. Especially since the accident.

  “Is it really not the same, or do you tell all the girls that?” she asks.

  “It isn’t the same, Stellina. There’s sex and bodies, women and men that fill the time—”

  She spins around and straddles my lap. “Men, too?”

  “Oh, si. I love all. Is that a problem? Does that bother you?”

  “No, just kind of hot thinking about you with another guy,” she admits bashfully, lifting one shoulder in the air.

  I raise my brows in shock, stunned that she would admit something like that. “Maybe one day we can explore that option, Stellina.”

  “Maybe,” she agrees, cheeks bright as a maraschino cherry.

  I push a piece of hair behind her ear and kiss the tip of her nose. “There are bodies to fill a portion of the night, but there hasn’t been someone to fill the void in my heart since Natalia’s mother.”

  “I have a few questions.”

  “Il bene. You should.”

  “I don’t want you to be mad at me.”

  “Never. Unless you left me wanting, then maybe I’d bend you over and spank you.”

  She inhales while rocking her hips against me. Oh, someone likes that idea. Before we get sidetracked, I grab the loofah from the side and dip it in the water and drag it across your chest. “Ask me anything. I’m an open book.”

  “What happened to Natalia’s mother?”

  A pang in my heart nearly breaks me. Every time I think about that moment, an emotional lump works its way into my throat. “She died giving birth to Natalia. She was two months early. Something went wrong…”

  I take a deep breath to steady myself. Even now, with Nora, the memory still hurts. “They could not stop the bleeding.”

  “Oh, I’m so sorry.”

  “She was the love of my life. We were eighteen when we got married, twenty when we had Natalia. I was so scared, but I never wanted anything more than my family.”

  “What was she like?”

  “Lucia?” I smile at the memory. “Bright, warm, outgoing. She had the driest sense of humor that never failed to make someone laugh. She had long hair, like you, but pitch black. I miss her dearly. Every day.”

  Nora leans in and gives me a kiss. It’s soft, timid, and quick. “She sounds beautiful.”

  “She was. Natalia looks just like her. Sometimes when I look at her it hurts, and I hate myself for having to look away. She’s my daughter. I shouldn’t look away.”

  “You’re only human. Pain doesn’t go away. It’s numb for a while but then it wakes up to hurt you all over again.”

  I drag the loofah across her back, and I know what she’s speaking of because of the background check I ran on her. Her mother is in prison for killing her father, but I’m not going to push that topic. I want her to tell me herself.

  “Si,“ I agree. “My second wife died of a drug overdose, but she was a mistake. It’s wrong to say, but I never truly loved her. She was taking advantage of my money and I was too foolish to see it. That was not a good time in my life. And then my stepson tried to blow me up, ruining my previous hotel. You remember the Circus Circus explosion?”

  She nods. “The one from a year or two ago?”

  “That was my fucking hotel. My coglione stepson
was trying to take over my business. I survived, but barely. I was in a coma for some time, then when I woke up, I couldn’t remember anything. I only got my memory back about a month or so ago.”

  “Oh my god, Mateo. I am so sorry. Is that what the scars are from?” she asks, dragging her hand over the burn on my upper shoulder.

  “Si.”

  “I’m so glad you’re okay. And your second wife, gosh, no one should have to live through that again.” She wraps her arms around my neck and hugs me, holds me, and it has emotion welling up in me. It’s been so long since I’ve been embraced like this. I return the hold and squeeze her tight.

  Nora is the sun, the moon, and the stars. A galaxy for me to get lost in while discovering new emotions.

  “My second wife was a mistake. I was lonely and desperate, but I didn’t wish for her death. My stepson is dead too. The Ruthless Kings took him out since he kidnapped one of their own.”

  “Ruthless Kings… the club Joanna is in?” She leans back but keeps her arms on my shoulders. “She’s with a guy named Doc, right?”

  “You know Joanna?”

  “Briefly. We had a few classes together and she talked about them some.”

  “They are good people. I’ve had some business dealings with them over the years. And yes, Doc is the man who brought me back to health. It’s funny—they are a hardcore, badass biker gang. But in a way, they are a family. Much like mia famiglia. They are kind, welcoming, and protective. Good friends to have and enemies you’d never want. I owe them my life.”

  “Can’t be worse than a woman who shoots her husband in cold blood, then tries to shoot me too, right?”

  “What?” I yell, holding her so tight she can’t move. “She tried to shoot you? I will kill her.”

  “Don’t bother. Her execution date is coming up soon. No one will have to worry about her anymore and the taxpayers’ dollars won’t have to go to waste keeping her alive.”

  Such a cold statement from a woman like Nora.

  “I hope to never see her again,” she says a second later. “I don’t want to talk about that anymore,” she shakes out the dread and steals the loofah from me, bathing me next. “So, how old are you?” she fishes.