This isn't a game I'm willing to lose.
She wraps her arms around my neck and I guide her back, pushing her against the wall like she asked.
I don't wait, sliding my hand into her leggings and panties and settling it between her legs. She whimpers as I push a finger inside her.
"So fucking wet," I say against her lips.
She moans in my mouth as I forcefully drag my thumb over her clit. I release her and step back.
"Those have to go," I say, pointing to her sneakers and the clothes hung up on her thighs.
She pulls them off and grips my cock through my sweats. Rough and forceful, like the storm she is.
I grip her wrists and pull them above her head, holding them with one hand and burying my fingers back between her legs, rocking them in and out of her pussy.
"I need you," she says between heady breaths. "I need you inside me. Fuck me, Mateo. You're so good at giving me what I need."
I swallow.
"Come on, fuck me with that perfect cock. Make me come like only you can."
I slide my pants off my hips, freeing my dick and lift her. Her legs wrap around my waist as I slide between her legs. She's so fucking wet, so turned on by this, by us. Is it me? Is it the risk? I don't think I care, but I'll give her what she needs and thank her for it later.
Her hips adjust and the two of us guide her onto my cock. I shift my weight to my right leg and pull out slightly, only to thrust back in. Her back slides up the wall with each push of my hips. Glass rattles in the cabinet beside us. If we break something, I might need to frame it.
Her fingers dig into my hair, pulling at the ends as I pound her into the wall. She presses her lips to mine, pushing her tongue inside my mouth, swirling it against my own. I pull away, tugging at her lower lip when I do.
"Mateo." Her voice floats, dancing along the vibrations that pulse between us.
"I'm going to give you what you need," I say. I'm out of breath and out of shape, but I won't let it stop me, not when she's like this. Not when she's saying my name like that. It's intimate. It's personal.
Her legs tighten around me, and I thread one hand between us, pressing my thumb to her clit. Her eyes flutter closed. I caress her faster but with less pressure.
"Come on my cock, Storm Cloud. Soak me," I say, increasing my speed. Her nails dig into my shoulders and fuck she's beautiful when she comes.
Her legs tense, and she bites her lip so hard I'm surprised she doesn't bleed.
"Ma-te-ohh," she cries, each syllable broken before she drags out the O.
And drag it out she does.
Her pussy clenches around my shaft as I hammer her into the wall chasing my own release.
The flood gates open and I'm a goner, sinking my teeth into her shoulder to muffle my groan.
"I hate you," she says as I place her back on her feet.
I roll my eyes. We both know she doesn't.
She pushes me away, and I stumble back with a grimace.
"Sorry." She cringes. "I wasn't thinking."
My pants are caught up around my brace, and I grip the counter to steady myself as I disentangle them, pulling them back on.
"Why are you here, anyway?" I ask. I immediately regret it. It's not what or how I meant to say it.
Her face twists into annoyance.
