“Fuck.”
The way he breathes the word has my nipples pebbling against the fabric of my shirt, my heart racing. “Still not tempted, Funshine?”
“Not even a little bit,” he croaks while his attention remains on my bare pussy. “But it looks like I was right.”
“Right about what?”
“You’re glistening. So wet for me already and you haven’t even really touched yourself yet.” He looks at me, his eyes darkening. “Like I said, greedy.”
“Not for you,” I lie.
“No?”
“Nope.” My hand dips, and I slide a finger through my folds, my hips rocking against the sweet friction.
“Liar.” His dark laugh rumbles through me. “You wish that was me touching you. My finger sliding through your wetness. Don’t you?”
My breathing picks up, but I don’t answer. I can’t. It feels like the tables are turning here, and he’s getting the upper hand.
“Yeah, you fucking do,” he growls to himself. “If it were my hand, you’d want me to tease that little clit, wouldn’t you?” He exhales a breath. “Do it. Rub your clit, Fallon. Slow circles.”
His voice is so deep, so guttural, and I want to hear him say more. So I stupidly do what he says without question, circling a finger over my sensitive clit, imagining it’s really his finger and not mine.
“That’s it,” he breathes. His body lowers, still not touching me, but I feel the heat of him and it’s driving me wild, making my skin itch for contact. “Myfinger stroking through your wetness, baby.Myfinger rubbing that clit.”
A moan sneaks up my throat at his filthy words. Fuck, why does this feel so good?
“Spread your legs. Wider,” he orders. “Let me see you.”
Fuck. Me.I put one foot on the ground and the other hooked over the back of the couch. He leans back slightly for a better look, and pure hunger takes over his features. I’d take the time to point it out, but I’mlost in sensation, lost in the way my hand moves in quickening circles, the way I envision him doing this instead of me.
“Look how fucking drenched you are.” He wets his lips. “You feeling empty, Fallon?”
Am I? As soon as he poses the question, my body aches to be filled. A whimper sneaks out. “Yes,” I whisper.
“Need my cock, don’t you, you little slut? Need to be filled. I can tell. Look at you, soaking the cushions just thinking about it.”
Speaking of his cock… The way he’s angled over me, the way my legs are spread, has the hard bulge in his pants pressing against my thigh.
“Two fingers,” he says.
It's difficult but I pull my attention away from his crotch. “What?”
“Fuck yourself with two fingers. Now.”
I sink two fingers in deep and we both let out a strangled hiss. “Fuuuuck,” I whine, pulling them back out only to plunge them back in. “Yes.”
Matteo dips his head near my ear, but not touching. He’s still holding himself up, his knuckles white from how tight he’s gripping the back of the couch. “Faster,” he tells me. “Clench around those fingers like you would if it was my hard cock buried in you, baby. Don’t stop.”
“Oh, God.” I groan, my head tilting back. The sound of my fingers fucking my cunt fills the room, and it’s filthy and delicious and so wrong, but I don’t care.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” His warm breath tickles the shell of my ear. “You want to come, Fallon? Want to come on my dick?”
I’m nodding my head so fast, it’s embarrassing. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”
Throughthe haze of lust, I barely feel the slight rocking sensation against my thigh. His hips thrusting, seeking. But maybe that’s me, my world tilting with the onslaught of pleasure.
“You gonna come for me, baby? Be my good fucking girl and come for me?”
