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He
laid me out on the bed with a great deal more grace than I would have managed if our roles were reversed. Then he stood at the end of the bed and stripped. The entire time, he watched me with a hungry, I'll-never-get-enough look on his face. His eyes, normally deep chocolate brown, were almost black with desire.

H
e removed his shirt and it was my first unobstructed view of his chest in far too long. He was solid, with well-defined muscles that tapered in at his waist. He saw me watching and did that awesome chest pop thing that muscle-y guys do in gyms when they're trying to impress girls. It worked. I was impressed. And my desire was rapidly rising again. He laughed and curled his arm up in a classic
check out my guns
pose. He could play all he wanted, because eventually I'd get my hands on him. I couldn't wait to re-learn the contours of his body.

"What are you doing?" I sounded way too relaxed and happy considering what we had planned for later that night. Nothing like a nice orgasm to take a person's mind off unpleasant things
, like busting a drug lab.

"Me?" He popped his chest a couple more times and raised his eyebrows in sync with the muscle
s rising and falling. "Nothing. Why?" He looked silly and sexy at the same time. The combination was disarming.

"Come here." As much as I appreciated the comedic interlude, I was ready for more. If the bulge in his pants was an indication, so was he.

"As you wish." He unzipped his jeans and stepped out of them. His cock was so hard, so erect, that it pushed out the top of his boxers. I inhaled sharply at the sight. He pulled a condom from his pocket, then dropped the pants to the floor.

"Tell me something." He spoke far too casually as he pushed his underwear down and off. He opened the condom foil and positioned it on the tip of his cock before continuing. "Who's waiting for you at home?"

I shook my head. "Nobody." That wasn't technically true. My parents missed me, I was sure, but I wasn't about to bring them up while watching him stroke a condom down his length. "Maybe my goldfish." I shrugged, then gestured for him to join me.

He continued to stroke himself. "No boyfriend?"

"No." Would it matter? If I said yes, would he put his clothes back on and leave me here?

He smiled all lopsided and sexy, then licked his lips, his hand still working up and down on his cock. "Girlfriend?"

I laughed at that. Don't get me wrong, I'd seen some women who made me
think
about it, but I seriously loved cock. Right then, I loved
his
cock. "What is this about?"

"I'm just curious." And still he stroked himself, light and easy. It clearly wasn't about getting off,
but more a reminder that touching was a good thing.

I looked at him closely, forced my attention away from his cock and up to his face. His expression was inscrutable. Whatever he was thinking, he was working hard to hide it from me.

"No, I don't have a boyfriend. Or a girlfriend. I have a vibrator that I use far too often, and an impressive stack of porn." At that I dropped my legs open and worked my hand over my body, trailing lightly over my skin. When I reached my pussy, I opened my legs even further. I matched him stroke for stroke, my pussy for his cock, as he stood there staring at me with that damned unreadable expression on his face. It was downright obscene. "What's your plan there, big G? You going to use that or just play with it?"

"I'm enjoying the view. I might just stay right here for a while." His gaze moved pointedly from my cunt to my face, then back again. He stared and I grew wetter by the second. His blanket may have started out clean, but he would definitely need to wash it after this.

"Would you miss me?" I asked. It was a stupid question, well beyond the bounds of whatever we were doing. But not any more so than the questions he'd been asking.

"I already do." His voice was a mix of strangled pain and whisper, and the mask slipped for a second. I saw a flash of
hurt and loss, then he was on top of me.

He
held his body over mine, propped up on one hand, as he pushed my hand out of the way. I expected him to fuck me then, to fill me with his cock. Instead he played in my folds, exploring with his fingers, rolling through my wetness with his knuckles. I arched into him and he pushed one finger into me, then pulled it out and brought it to my lips. He painted my essence over my lips, then eased his finger into my mouth. He rubbed over my tongue coating it with the flavor of my desire, then he kissed me.

He was assertive, but oh so gentle. He owned me, owned my mouth, but did so with great care. When he'd licked
and sucked away every last drop, I pulled my mouth away.

"Mateo, please." I rolled my hips against him, urging him to take me.

He stared into my eyes as he took his cock into his hand and positioned it at my opening. He pushed gently, then withdrew and held it there.

"Are you ready?" He asked the question with such intensity that I was sure there was more to it than just the words he said, but I was so wet, so turned on, all I could think about was how very empty I felt and how easily he could fix that if he'd only push his cock into me where it belonged.

"You have no idea." I rocked my hips and he allowed it, entering marginally from my movement. It wasn't enough. I gave up and wrapped one leg around his hips and tried to pull him into me that way.

He laughed, "You're so impatient."

"No, I'm fucking horny. Damn it, Mateo, fuck me already." I totally growled that last part and he looked at me all serious and dark, his expression unreadable again. His self control was driving me insane.

"Okay." He thrust forward, filling me fully and deeply and so much better than he had with just his fingers. That was my last thought before my brain stuttered to a stop.

He worked inside me at a steady pace, thrusting deep and hard, but not fast. He had too much control and I wanted to take every last bit of it from him. I squeezed my legs tight around him, opening myself wide and full to him, then pulled him down on top of me until our bodies were flush together. I kissed him with as much tongue as possible and poured every bit of lewd intention into the meeting of our lips. I licked and sucked and explored the rest of his body with my hands and willed him to give himself to me.

He whimpered into my mouth and snapped his hips a little faster, but still not fast enough. I sucked his tongue into my mouth, inviting him to penetrate me like he loved to do. He curled his tongue around mine and massaged it, sweet and sensual, but
without urgency. If he didn't let loose soon, I was going to flip him over and ride him until he fucking popped.

"Stop holding back. I want all of you." I held his face between my hands, felt the sweat on his skin, as I pleaded with him to just give in and take the release I knew he needed.

He turned his head to the side and kissed my palm gently, then nodded once. Thank fuck!

"Hold on." Before I could ask what I was supposed to hold on to, Mateo reared back and grabbed both of my ankles. He rested my feet on his shoulders, folding me up like a damn accordion. Not my favorite position by far, but it did open me up to him like no other.

He withdrew with a wicked smiled, then rammed his hips forward. Without pausing, he did it again. And again. So hard, so fast, and so good that I lost track of the details and focused solely on the growing tension in my cunt. With every drive forward, he touched me in that perfect place that made my body rise up and fall apart with every punishing thrust.

"Roni," Mateo spoke through gritted teeth. His arms bracketed my legs and he gripped my ankles hard. Sweat beaded and rolled down his face and neck
and mingled with the dark hair on his chest. "I can't last." He grunted and thrust even harder.

I was too close to register his words. I knew he spoke, but what, exactly, was beyond my grasp. All I could focus on was the orgasm building inside, threatening to overtake me.

"So good." I scratched at the blanket beneath me, searching futilely for something to hold onto, something to ground me in this perfect moment.

"Roni
. . ." He groaned and dropped his head low to where it almost touched mine. Almost close enough to kiss, but not quite. I strained to reach him, but dropped my head on the next thrust. He felt so good inside me. I wouldn't last much longer, either, and as I teetered on the brink, I wished it would last forever, that I hadn't demanded that he push harder. I wished I'd let him make the moment last.

"You're perfect
inside. . ." I came with an unintelligible garble of letters and words that made no sense outside of that moment, but were the only thing I could grab onto to describe how I felt as I orgasmed with his cock still pumping furiously inside me. The pressure that had been building burst outward, cascading through my body with enough force to leave me limp and wasted.

"Yes!"
He thrust a handful of times, then climaxed inside me. He jerked and spasmed, his body going impossibly taut, then collapsed on top of me.

My legs dropped into place around him, leaving the perfect opening for him, but I was no longer fully, lewdly exposed to him. He stayed inside, his breath p
anting out against my neck, with his body limp against mine. I sank into the mattress with his weight pressing against me, anchoring me. All that desperate grasping against the blanket earlier was pointless. All I needed was the weight of his body against mine to hold me securely in the moment.

"You are
so
good at that." He was easily the best sex of my life. Every time. But I wasn't about to tell him that. He was already looking at me funny and had developed a possessiveness that would only get us in trouble in the real world. Maybe he could just be my undercover boyfriend. Every time I needed to go under from now on, he could be my dangerous boyfriend, add an air of legitimacy to my law-breaking cover. All I had to do was convince him. And my boss.

"Want to do it again?"
He wiggled his hips and I could feel him growing firm inside me. His recovery time rivaled that of an excited teenager. One more positive in my growing inventory of all things Mateo.

"Let's see." I tried really hard to look disinte
rested. It didn't work, I'm certain. "I could take a nap. Or clean my gun like you offered earlier. Or have more orgasms. Hmmm, I'm not sure. Let me think about it."

"
Better think fast." He pulled out of me and climbed off the bed. He pulled the used condom off of his rapidly hardening cock and dropped it in the trash. He smiled as he picked up his jeans and dug through the front pockets. He pulled out a strip of condoms, then discarded the jeans. He tore one condom off and tossed the rest to me.

I laid them beside me, near my head for easy access, and watched as Mateo stroked himself to full length again. He moved with that slow, rhythmic ease that drove me crazy.

"What are you going to do with that?" I licked my lips. God help me, I wanted him in my mouth so bad I could taste him sliding down my throat.

He tore open the condom and rolled it onto his shaft. "Flip you over and fuck you from behind. I want to pull your hair until you scream."

As much as I wanted to suck him off, his idea was a pretty good one, too.

Mateo grabbed me by the ankles and pulled me to the edge of the bed. He flipped me over like it was the easiest thing ever.

And then he fucked me until I screamed.