Trouble on Tap (14 page)

Her thighs trembled. “Fuck, Mateo.”

“That’ll come later.” He pushed aside the torn remains of her thong, exposing her glistening folds to his hungry gaze.

If it had been possible, Olivia would have come just from the look on Mateo’s face as he watched her spread open before him. It wasn’t reverence. It wasn’t lust. It was a mix of both and something she couldn’t identify that softened the hard lines in his face even as desire turned his hazel eyes dark green.

Heat swamped her body as potent as the thickest August humidity and sweat beaded against her skin while she waited for him to make his next move. It was nearly more than she could bear.

“Mateo,” she moaned, the desperate desire turning her liquid and pliant, making her voice breathy.

Raising his gaze up to her face, he slid a single finger into her opening, circling it so it rubbed against every millimeter of her as if he were exploring uncharted territory. Her thighs quivered, recognizing a familiar master at work. She lifted her hips in an effort to take more of him in, but he rested his forearm across her, right above her pubic bone, forcing her ass back against the island. His weight as he pressed down added to the intensity of the electric sensation sizzling up from her core as he toyed with her.

It may have been years since they’d done this, but he hadn’t lost a step. The man loved to torment her as much as he liked to take her higher than she’d ever been with anyone else.

“What do you want?” he asked.

As if he didn’t know. As if it wasn’t the same thing he wanted.

“I want you inside me.” She
needed
to be filled by him, stretched to her limit and taken even further. It’s what she’d always needed: Mateo and no one else.

“Like this?” A second finger joined the first, working in tandem, sending delicious shivers through her body. “Oh, look at your pussy clench around me. I think you missed me.”

They’d never been exclusive and she’d never been a saint, but no one played her body like Mateo. Hard when she needed it and soft when she wanted it, he’d always fit her as if their bodies knew something their heads didn’t. That’s what had made his banishment of her from his life after the accident so heartbreaking. They may have pretended it had been about being fuck buddies, but it never had been—that connection had always been there and it hadn’t gone anywhere. She’d never stopped loving him and now in Salvation, they’d found their way back to each other again.

“So slick. So soft. Let’s see how you taste.” He removed his arm from across her hips then pulled her outer lips wide and dipped his tongue into her, lapping at her folds as if they were covered in cream.

The heady sensations were nearly overwhelming as he teased her clit and twisted his fingers, sliding them in and out of her pussy. They zipped up her spine, making her back arch and drawing a hungry moan from her throat.

“Even better than I remembered.” He glided his tongue across her clit, hard enough to push her to the edge but soft enough to leave her wavering on it without going over.

Breath coming in short gasps, she grabbed the edges of her skirt that he’d tossed up around her waist and fisted the material, needing something to hold on to because her sanity was slipping away. “It’s not nice to tease.”

He blew against her swollen clit. “Who said I was nice?”

Before she could form a response, he was back at it—his mouth, tongue and fingers everywhere, at once or at least that’s how it felt as an electric current ran through her body, jolting everything from her mind except for the magic Mateo was performing between her legs. The scratch of his unshaved cheeks against her sensitive flesh, pricking her already-taut nerve endings. The wet warmth of his tongue circling her clit until her whole body throbbed. The hard thrust of his fingers as he plunged inside her, rubbing in just the right spot with each forward and reverse.

The pulsing started in her core, slow and steady, building with every breath she inhaled until her entire body thrummed. He took her closer and closer to that edge with each touch, each lick, each unspoken promise of what was to come next until there was no next—there was only now and the pleasure pulsing through her as her orgasm broke and she came apart.

A blissful haze surrounded her, making any movement nearly impossible, but she couldn’t let it take over just yet. She needed more. She needed Mateo. Sitting up, she gathered her bearings back here on planet earth.

He stood between her legs, a lusty gleam darkening his eyes, her juices on his lips and a raging hard-on tenting his shorts. But instead of whipping his shorts off, he tugged her upturned skirt back in place and took a step away from her. There was something in his face she didn’t recognize, a hesitance she’d never associated with Mateo—definitely not when it came to sex.

It hit her dead between the eyes. She couldn’t ask if she was the last woman he’d been with, not without all of his defenses locking into place, but it made sense. They’d met at the hotel a few weeks before the explosion in Afghanistan. After that, his life had been hospitals and a homecoming to a town he’d never wanted to come back to with a face he didn’t recognize when he looked in the mirror. She clamped her teeth together hard enough to make her jaw ache so she wouldn’t say anything stupid. Mateo didn’t admit to or show vulnerability, before or after his injuries. Bringing up what he would see as a weakness would only push him further away, and she was done with that. They had a second chance together, a do-over on life; she just had to get him to see that. He wouldn’t listen to her words, but she could make him feel the truth with her body.

She hopped down from the island and reached around to lower the zipper at the back of her skirt. She shimmied her hips and the material slid down her legs and landed in a pool at her feet. Slowly, she slid a bra strap down, then the other, before reaching behind her for the hooks holding it up. A second later her bra joined her skirt on the floor. “Sit down in that chair.”

He crossed his arms over that fabulously muscular chest of his, making his biceps bulge. “Since when do you get to give orders?”

Doing her best catwalk strut, her breasts swaying with each stomping step forward, she strutted to him. Stopping just short of his broad chest, she snagged the elastic waistband of his shorts and pulled it as far away from his washboard abs as it would go.

“Ever since I decided that I’m going to be the one to ride first. I want to watch you as I take that big cock of yours inside me and rock back and forth on it until you come so hard your toes will stay curled for a week.” She let go of his shorts and they snapped back against his abs with a satisfying crack. “Now take those off.”

The chair was hard, cold and uncomfortable as hell, but Mateo didn’t give a shit—not when Olivia stood in front of him. She looked even better naked than he remembered. Her curves had softened, become more pronounced since she’d given up modeling, but it wasn’t just that. The way she held herself was different. Any element of performance was gone, replaced by a confidence that was sexier than anything he’d ever seen.

“I’ll let you have your way this once.” He reached down and circled his hard cock, giving it a slow stroke.

Her gaze followed his movements and she licked her lips. “How big of you.”

“Big, huh?” His dick thickened under her hot, assessing gaze. “I suppose I am.”

While keeping her legs straight, she put her hands on his thighs, bent over, lowered her head and licked the pre-come off his prick. The view straight up her back with her round ass high in the air was phenomenal, but the feel of her tongue as she lapped up the liquid from the head of his prick ripped a moan of appreciation from his throat. Then she took him inside her warm mouth and he couldn’t watch her anymore. If he looked as she slid her pink lips up and down his cock, he’d blow before he ever got a chance to slide inside her. He needed to grab a cond—

“Shit!” He yelled out the word in frustration.

Olivia popped her head up, replacing her lips with her fingers as she stroked his dick. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t have a condom.” His hand didn’t require one and that was the only partner he’d had in three years. “I haven’t needed one since before…”

His throat closed up. He couldn’t say it out loud. It was too fucking pathetic. The woman who’d rocked his world like no others was naked in front of him, wanting nothing more but to fuck him blind, and he couldn’t do a damn thing about it. He’d pushed her away at that hotel three years ago like the cocky bastard he’d been, so sure she’d be waiting for him when he came back. Maybe this was his proper penance for his sins, to get so close and not be able to feel her—
really
feel her—again.

She straightened and then stepped over his legs so she straddled him. “I’m on the Pill.”

His heart screeched to a halt in his chest before revving back up like a race car hitting the straightaway. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she lowered herself down onto his straining cock, sheathing him completely in one long, torturously amazing stroke.

“Does that answer your question?” she asked.

Tight. She was so fucking tight around him, the perfect fit. The last blood cells powering his brain fled south where all the fun was going on and he switched into primal mode. He gripped her hips, lifting her and slamming her back down against him, hard and fast. The absolute rightness of it swept through him, Olivia might not be his, no matter how much he wished she was, but she was his for right now and he was going to make sure she knew it.

“Oh my God, Mateo.” She rocked against him on the downward thrust as her nails dug into his shoulders. “Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

“You want it hard?” It’s what he promised when everything had started and he wanted—needed—to deliver.

She nodded. “Please.”

Then that’s just what she’d get. He yanked her off his cock and got up from the chair. Olivia stood in front of him, her chest heaving and a confused, lust-dazed look on her face. Evidence of her desire glistened on her inner thighs and her nipples jutted out from her tits. Oh yes, she wanted it just as much as he did.

This wasn’t a pity fuck. This was a welcome home. Finally.

He strode behind her and then stepped close enough that his chest pressed against her back and his hard-on nestled between her ass cheeks. Dipping his head lower, he brought his lips to the outer shell of her ear. “Face the chair and kneel on it.”

She shivered against him before doing what he asked.

Tracing a finger down the length of her spine, he wondered at the fact that, of all the people in the world who should run away from him, it was Olivia who stayed with him even when he tried to scare her away. It had always been like that, with her and only her. The realization warmed a spot inside him that had been dark and frozen for years. “Hold on to the chair, honey.”

She curled her fingers around the back of the chair, spread her knees apart as far as possible and arched her back so her ass was offered up like the gift it was.

The sight made it impossible to move and barely allowed breath to enter his constricted lungs. “Damn, you are so beautiful.”

She peeked over her shoulder and shot him a saucy smirk. “Stop staring and give me your cock.”

“This cock?” He gripped his prick and smacked her ass with it.

“Yes.” Her heady sigh just egged him on.

“You want it?”
Smack. Smack. Smack
.

“Yes,” she cried, hungry and demanding.

The time for teasing had passed. His beauty needed relief, and she wasn’t the only one. He eased into her, taking his time until he was balls-deep. Relishing the feel of her tight hold on his dick, he paused for a breath but the buzzing at the base of his spine grew with each inhale as he held the position, until he couldn’t take it anymore. He had to move, had to feel her come all over him.

Back and forth, he rocked his hips, slamming into her as she pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. Hard and fast, bordering on desperate, their bodies crashed together until she tossed her head back and came, screaming his name.