Chapter Twenty-Five
Mateo
“You can’t say things like that,” I groan at the little vixen next to me. She has my dick hard enough to pound nails and my right foot pressing the accelerator into the floorboard.
“Say what?” she asks, all innocent like.
She is innocent, but I can sense the dirty girl inside of her begging to break free.
“These innuendos…they’re enough to make me wreck this truck.”
Seraphine hums under her breath as she rubs her pinky finger over my dick. Even through my jeans, the sensation of her touch makes my entire body shudder.
I sigh in relief when my street comes into view; I’ve never been so anxious to get home in my entire life.
“We wouldn’t want that,” comes her soft reply. She withdraws her hand from my lap. My eyes flash to her and she smirks. “Gotta make sure we make it home safe so we can have our dessert.”
“You mean the cheesecake?” I croak, desperate for clarification. Truthfully, even if all we do is kiss, I'm so damn hot for her, I'll gladly lap up anything she gives me.
“No,” she whispers, “I mean you…and me…”
My grip on the steering wheel is white knuckled. “You and me what?”
She sucks in a deep breath. “On our last date, you ta-tasted me and I…well…I want to taste you, too.”
Fuuuuuck.
I hit the gas when my driveway comes into view; my tires squeal as I whip into the garage, killing the engine before I’m fully out of gear. “Stay put,” I order, practically flying out of the truck and running to her side.
Seraphine giggles at my antics but I don't care. She can laugh all she wants, as long as I get to feel her pouty lips wrapped around my dick.
I scoop her into my arms and toss her over my shoulder, carrying her into the house.
“Put me down, you brute.” She laughs as I stalk through the dark house toward my bedroom.
I set her down onto the bed and flip on the lamp on my nightstand. We stare at each other for a moment; she looks more stunning than ever in the soft glow of the light.
“Take your shirt off,” she whispers, bolder than I ever imagined she’d be.
“Only if you do, too.”
With zero hesitation, she whips her shirt off and throws it at my feet.
I take it a step farther and shed my jeans as well, leaving me in nothing but my boxers.
Seraphine eats me up with her eyes. “Can I touch you?”
I think I’m heaven.
“God, yes, please.”
She crawls across the mattress to where I’m standing at the side of the bed. Her pupils are dilated and her breaths shallow as she reaches her right hand up and trails her fingers up and over the dips and valleys of my abs, all the way to my pecs.
I hiss out a breath as she drags her thumb over one of my nipples.
“Do you like that?” she asks in earnest.
“Mariposita, I’d like just about anything you want to do to me.”
She nods to my tented boxers. “Can I touch you there?”
“Anywhere. You can touch me anywhere.”
She moves her hand back down my body with a deliberate slowness that sets every nerve ending on fire. I expect her to cup me over my boxers, but she skips the pre-game and goes straight for the main event, slipping her hand beneath the elastic band.
Seraphine has me so keyed up, the simple friction of her palm sliding over my rigid cock has me ready to explode.
Now it’s my breaths that are coming shallow. Maintaining my composure while she leisurely explores my body is quite possibly the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
Especially when she tugs down my boxers, exposing me fully.
“Jesus Christ, Mateo.” She pumps her hand over the length, squeezing me at the base. “There’s no way—it won’t fit.”
I thread my fingers through her hair, tugging on the long strands to lift her face to mine. The sight of her, topless on my bed, is something I’ll remember for the rest of my days. She has the face of an angel and a body made for sin.
“It will, mariposita. I promise you.”
She licks her lips before lowering her back down to where she’s still working me over. Time stops as she leans forward and presses a kiss to the head of my dick before sucking it into her mouth.
“Lo haces tan bien,” I grunt as my hips buck forward.
She pulls back with an audible pop. “Did you not like that?”
The worry in her tone dispels my lust enough to bring me back down to earth.
“Liked it too much—you’re very, very good at that.”
“Oh.” She chuckles and draws me into her mouth again.
Her head bobs up and down as she sucks me. While her movements are sloppy and her technique unrefined, I meant what I said. Plus, knowing the honor of her first blow job is being bestowed upon me more than makes up for it.
I cup her cheek and she pulls away again. “Tell me what you like.”
Yup, definitely in heaven.
“Wrap your hand around the base and your lips around the tip. Work them together, in time with each other.”
She does as I say, sucking and jerking me in tandem.
“A little harder.” She listens beautifully. “God, yes.” I tip my head back and groan.
A tell-tale tingle starts in the base of my spine and my hips buck forward on their own accord.
“Your mouth feels too good, mariposita.” I thread my fingers through her hair and gently guide her movements.
Her answering moan has my back arching and my jaw clenching. “I’m close. Fuck. Play with my—” I draw up short when I glance down and see the hand not wrapped around my dick shoved between her legs, her hips rocking.
That right there is what does me in. “Gonna come,” I tell her with barely enough time to pull my pulsing cock from her hot, wet mouth.
I finish long and hard, all over her chest. The sight of the milky ropes against her tan skin is a sight to behold. “Fuck, Seraphine.”
She runs a finger through my release and looks up at me. “You liked it?”
“I loved it.”
Nodding, she brings her finger to her mouth and sucks my come from it. My knees go weak and my heart thunders in my chest. Her nose scrunches at the taste, but she swallows it down with a pleased smile.
How can she be so fucking adorable and sexy all at once?
“Good. I…I think I did, too.”
“Yeah?”
She nods.
“Got something else you might like better.”
“What?” She bites her lower lip.
“Hang tight.” I run to the bathroom, wet a washcloth, and return to her. I wipe the rest of my release from her chest—even if seeing it there lights something primal inside of me on fire.
I trace the lace edge of her bra. “Can I take this off?”
“Yes. Please.”
With deft fingers, I reach around and unhook her bra. The straps slide partway down her shoulders, but Seraphine pulls it the rest of the way off. Her breasts are perky and full, perfect tear drops, topped with taut dusky nipples just begging for my mouth.
Licking my lips, I lean in and lay my lips against hers. “You’re a goddess.”