The reassurance is the last thing I expect from this man, and it turns me into putty in his very capable hands. My hands drift to his bare chest, sliding over his firm muscles, running over his shoulders. God, I wish he could fuck me. I want to hold onto those shoulders as he moves inside me. I want his cock, but not just in my mouth.
I’ll take what I can get, though.
I push him back into my spot on the bed so I can climb on top of him. I can feel how hard he is, but I bend to kiss my way down his chest anyway. Slowly I move my lips down over his abdomen, my heart racing from my incredible attraction to this man. I can’t believe I get to do this.
My fingers hook on the waistband of his pants and I tug them down, sighing a little at the sight of his big cock, already erect from my story. I want him so badly.
I look up at him one more time, then I bring my face down, gripping him with one hand, placing a series of slow, wet kisses along his length.
Mateo sighs. I glance up and see his head fall back, so I dart my tongue out, dragging it along his length, then wrapping it around his head, using the tip of my tongue to play with him.
“Jesus Christ, Mia,” he murmurs, his hand coming down to grip my hair, just like in my story. “Take my cock, sweetheart. Take it all.”
Arousal pulses between my thighs as I obey him, slowly taking him all the way into my mouth. I can feel his head brush the back of my throat and my gag reflex works to push him out, but I focus on his groan of pleasure and force myself to relax. Force myself to take all of him. He waits for me to adjust, then uses his grip on my hair to guide me.
“You like my cock in your mouth, Mia?”
I moan, closing my eyes as I move my mouth over him. Oh, God. It’s not fair. I’m so horny and I have Mateo’s cock in my mouth and I want more. I need more.
My fingers dig into his hip and I moan again as I labor over his cock. His grip tightens in my hair and he laughs, a husky little laugh. “I’m afraid your story was too good, sweetheart. This isn’t going to last as long as it usually does.”
I don’t care. I just want to give him pleasure. I want to hear him cry out and know it’s because of me.
And he does, and as I swallow the evidence of his release, I feel a moment of sheer elation. I’ve never experienced it before with no physical stimulation to my own body, but I do get a spike of pleasure out of knowing I just gave him an orgasm.
For just a moment, he was mine.
And then he makes the pleasure hurt, because he pulls me into his arms, the same way he does Meg. The same way I witnessed the first night I slept in this bed with them. The same tenderness he told me would’ve been mine, if she’d never come along.
But she did. And so even as I curl up into it, feeling like I’ve found my providence, I know it can’t last. I know it’s fleeting. I know it’s going to hurt me more than it feels good, in the long run.
But I take it anyway. Greedily. Like Mateo’s good little whore.
It’s over before I’m ready. He carefully extracts himself from my embrace, gives me a tender little smile, but then he goes back to Meg, and I feel like I’ve been pierced through the heart. I swallow down a lump in my throat as she replaces me in his embrace. As he tenderly kisses her, thanking her for letting him play with me.
Because I’m only his toy.
She’s his love.
Deleted Scene Three
Once Burned
(Alternate ending, Mateo’s POV)
There are too many goddamn things to do in a day.
I should be doing at least one of the things on today’s docket, but I’m too curious about what Adrian is up to. His conversation last night keeps running through my head—he rarely comes to my room unless it’s serious, and he came to my room. Interrupted my Scrabble game with Mia and Meg.
It was a good night.
Adrian is being weird, though.
I’m worried he’s doing something dangerous—too dangerous to tell me about, which means really fucking dangerous.
Maybe I should go find out for myself.
Before I can, there’s a light knock at my study door and Meg peeks her head inside. “Hey, are you busy?”
“I should be,” I remark, with a dry smile. “What do you need?”
“Um, well, Mia just called me.”
“All right.”
“She sounded a little off.”