His rough, calloused palm wraps around my stiff length. I gasp, but it’s cut off by his mouth covering mine, tongue driving inside. My back slams into the wall, the chilly temperature no less jarring than it was earlier. As always, his free hand slides up to my throat, wrapping around and squeezing. I’ll probably never admit this out loud, but I kind of love it. The possessiveness of it, it swirls something dark and potent in my gut.
Mateo rips his lips from mine, using his thumb to tip my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. His eyes flutter all over my face, and he looks like he wants to say something, but he doesn’t. He simply continues to stroke me roughly, inching me closer to the finish line. The eye contact is heady, his hand gliding just right up and down my shaft. The act feels too intimate, but I can’t seem to force myself to break the eye contact.
My heart hammers in my chest, and I can’t catch my breath. He keeps up a relentless pace for several minutes, but when his wrist twists, I’m done for. My eyes slam shut, but only briefly, because he squeezes my throat in a silent attempt to get my attention. As soon as my eyes fly open, they lock with his while he gives me a terse shake of the head.
“Eyes on me,cariño. You look at me while I make you come, you understand me?”
“Fuckkk…” is all I get out before my release barrels through me, making my legs tremble. It pulses out of me in spurt after spurt after spurt. It feels never ending, as does his dark, salacious gaze on me. He sees right into my soul. Sees what he does to me. Sees this hold, this spell, this absolute smoke-filled daze he has me in.
My body turns boneless. If it weren’t for his grip on my throat, I’d no doubt collapse. I’m wrung dry, but despite coming ten seconds ago, I’m still so turned on as I glance down and see his thick, long, rigid cock pointing right at me. Like it’s choosing me.
Likehe’schoosing me.
Reaching up, I wrap my hand around his wrist, removing his grip from my throat. I sink down, my knees colliding with the shower floor as I peer up at him beneath my wet lashes. My hand shakes, for what reason, I’m not sure, as I wrap it around his dick, my fingers not even touching with how girthy it is. Honestly, I’ve never been with someone with as large of a cock as Mateo has. It’s as impressive as it is frightening.
My tongue darts out, lapping up the warm, salty moisture pooling at the slit, enjoying the way he clenches his jaw as to appear unfazed. When I pull back, jacking him off, I watch his eyes peruse over me appreciatively.
“Look at you,” he says in an almost coo, voice rough and deep. “Marks all over your neck and chest because of me. I know if I were to turn you around, you’d have them on your ass too.”
“Do you like that?” I ask, letting the tip of his cock trace my lip. “Me being marked by you?”
“Of course, I do. You’remine,” he snarls. Mateo clamps down on his teeth as soon as the possessive word leaves his mouth, like maybe he didn’t mean to say it.
But hedidsay it, and I heard it… twice. Once earlier, and once right now. And fuck, it wakes something up inside of me. The raw, carnal ownership. Fire licks my veins, rolling through my entire being as something strong and unlike anything before takes over.
He wants to own me, to mark me and make sure everybody knows it’shimdoing it, and in this moment, on my knees before him, in one of the most submissive positions there is, I realize I want that too. To be wanted so wholly, they want the world to know.
Looking back on this moment, I don’t think I’ll ever truly understand where this next suggestion came from, or what the hell came over me to even think this was a good, sane idea. Placing a soft kiss along the side of his dick, I pull back, peering up at him, and say, “So mark your territory then.”
His brows knit together as he tries to make sense of what I’m saying, but it doesn’t take long for something to click and his signature cocky smirk to spread on his full, red lips. “Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting,cariño?”
Biting down on my bottom lip, I nod, keeping my hands clasped together in my lap.
His eyes darken, and he wraps a tight fist around himself. “You’re sure?”
I nod again. “Do it. I want you to.”
Mateo’s smile widens, his bright white teeth on display as he breathes out a laugh. “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you, baby?”
My dick is already starting to get hard again, watching him tower over me, his cock in his hand. The water sluices down his muscled chest, streaming onto me as he places a flat palm on the wall behind me, and a different, slightly warmer liquid begins to mix with the water. My pulse races as it covers my chest.
The way he’s looking down at me right now, the heat in his gaze, the way his lips are parted just enough for me to see the silver ring glinting through his tongue. The adoration. The desire.
He finishes, the act itself only taking several seconds at most. Mateo strokes himself, running water over his cock before bringing it up to my lips. I open up automatically, groaning when the weight of his length glides over my tongue. Bringing his hand to the back of my head, he fists the strands, sinking deeper until he touches the back of my throat and I gag.
Pulling back slightly, he lets me gulp in a lungful of air before he slides in all the way again. Tears spring to my eyes, my chest aching with the need to breathe, but the way he’s looking at me iseverything.I don’t think I’ve ever had someone look at me the way Mateo does.
Both of his hands are now gripping my head, holding it in place as he fucks me throat deep. His grunts are guttural.
Mateo looks like a wrecked God towering over me, owning me, while I can do nothing more than sit here and take it. Take all that he’s giving me.
And I do.
I want it all.
A full-body shudder races through him as he pulls out of my mouth, his large hand fisting his massive length, stroking himself feverishly. His teeth are bared as he pumps himself, his hand still gripping the back of my head.
Mateo lets out an even deeper groan as his hot cum jets out, splashing my face and my neck. My hands are pressing on his thighs, and I can feel them quake as he works himself through his release.
