Engage (Billionaire Series) (14 page)

Being
near Mathis was strange, but somehow, I felt like I was exactly where I should
be. Despite the fear of getting attacked and the uncertainty about how Mathis
felt about me, I was willing to push that to one side in order to be close to
him just for this one night. My mind was peaceful, the turmoil and confusion
held at bay as I sat close to Mathis, his body heat seeping through the cloth
of my shirt.

Although
he was more serious than the lighthearted, humorous eighteen year old I had met
and fallen for all those years ago, there was still something about him which
captivated me. Despite the many mysteries shrouding him, he still had a glimmer
of the old, mischievous and charming Mathis who had run wild with me on my
uncle’s estate and given me my first kiss. Being near him made me giddy and
breathless, and every small gesture he made which was reminiscent of that
summer brought my feelings from that time flooding back to me.

As I
changed the dressing on his wound, he looked up at me with a half sheepish,
half seductive expression which reminded my strongly of the first time he had
kissed me. We had both been nervous and hesitant, but Mathis had known exactly
what he wanted and had taken it.

The
same expression on his face as I leaned over him sent a rush of lust and
nostalgia through me. Without meaning to, I got lost in his expression, looking
deep into his eyes, our faces just inches apart.

I don’t
know which one of us closed the gap – it seemed like an inevitable thing, like
a single star in the path of a black hole being sucked in helpless to prevent
its fate. Our lips met and instantly I was transported back to that time in the
cave. His lips were soft but demanding, coaxing my mouth open and deepening the
kiss. I felt as if I was drowning and the only source of oxygen was Mathis. I
clung to him, kissing him back desperately, as if my life depended on it. It
seemed to last forever, making everything around us disappear. I pulled back
briefly, gasping for air, trying to collect my scattered thoughts, but Mathis
pulled me down for another kiss, refusing to allow me time to get a hold of
myself.

This
kiss was even more passionate than the first, bruising and demanding. Mathis
pulled me down onto his lap and held me close. I melted into his form, unable
or unwilling to resist. I knew in that moment that whatever this was, I wanted
it. I wanted Mathis to do whatever he pleased with me. The wild, reckless
thought ricocheted through me and all my resolve was lost.

I let
go of all my tension and insecurity as Mathis kissed me passionately, forcing
my lips apart and caressing my tongue with his, exploring every inch of my
mouth. He tasted sweet and smoky, enticingly masculine. It was the same taste
as I remembered from when we were teenagers, and I welcomed it as it enveloped
me. My senses were drowning as he bit my lower lip, sucking it into his mouth
and scraping his teeth over it. The sharp sensation of pain was drowned out by
the pleasure. My stomach was a mass of churning waves of pleasure; my blood was
singing its acquiescence as Mathis claimed me, body and soul.

The
kiss broke suddenly, and I was left gasping for breath, wanting more but too
overwhelmed to make a move. Fortunately, Mathis knew exactly what he wanted.
With steady, confident hands he pushed up my shirt, moving his supple fingers
over my smooth, creamy skin. I bit back a moan as his fingertips ghosted over
my hips, fluttered over my stomach and caressed my waist before digging hard
into my back. My skin burned where he touched, aching to be felt, and the heat
was pooling in my stomach, throbbing violently as soft caresses mingled with
Mathis’ biting grip, as if he wanted to pull me so close that there was not a
single inch of space between us.

Mathis
pulled my shirt over my head with one deft movement and tossed it carelessly to
the ground, feasting his eyes on my breasts, encased in pale blue lace, the
color of Mathis’ eyes, which complemented my pale skin. The hungry look on his
face made me weak with desire, desperate for his touch.

I
couldn’t suppress my moan this time as Mathis kissed my exposed breasts
delicately, tracing their curve with his tongue, leaving a lava trail of
sensation behind him. I wanted him to squeeze them hard, digging his
fingernails in and biting relentlessly, tweaking and teasing my nipples until
they were sore and aching. His soft, reverent foreplay was impossibly arousing,
but desperately frustrating. I needed more – I needed to feel everything.

I
rubbed down on his growing erection, desperate to relieve my throbbing pussy
that was building to the point of agony. I needed to feel him, hard and aroused
beneath me, but he gripped my hips hard, keeping me firmly in place.

“Don’t,”
he instructed me, raising his mouth from my breasts. “Let me explore every inch
of your beautiful body.”

Although
I wanted – needed – to have him touching me, some part of his gentle
exploration flung me back into the past, where I had felt special, unique even,
when Mathis had looked at me. The expression on his face as he touched me was
the same as the expression he used to have whenever he looked at me – as if I
was, in that moment, everything to him.

Soon I
was simply lost in the sensation of his touch, experiencing that same
overwhelming sense of bliss which I had felt when we were both teenagers,
innocent and basking in our newfound feelings for each other. I moaned as he
unclasped my bra and took my tender pink nipples into his mouth, one after the
other, sucking gently at first, then harder, causing me to gasp at the
sensation. My breasts ached as he ravished them, tender and sore, but still I
wanted more. I bit back a moan as he playfully nipped the delicate flesh, like
a dominant animal marking his territory.

I was
enveloped in his strong arms as he effortlessly lifted me, like I was made of
air, carrying me into the bedroom and laying me on his bed, my hot skin soothed
by the cold material of his dark sheets.

He
removed his shirt in bold, dominant movements, briskly undoing the buttons and
shrugging the expensive material off his broad, muscular shoulders, heedless of
his wound. I felt my essence tricking down my thighs as I watched the ripple of
his muscles under his smooth, tanned skin, like a force of nature, a wild beast
lying dormant. I wanted him to ravish me claiming every part of me and making
my eyes tear with pleasure.

He
swooped down, pouncing on me and pinning me to the bed, catching my lips in
another hard, passionate kiss. My heart fluttered like a frightened bird being
pinned down by a cat, but I craved his animal strength above me, his hot skin
against mine.

He slowly
nipped and licked his way down my neck, causing my breathing to go ragged and
uneven as he forced pleasure from every sensitive spot, showing me no mercy or
gentleness. He reached my stomach, dragging his teeth down the soft, sensitive
flesh, swirling his tongue at my navel before pulling my zipper down with his
teeth.

My
entire body tingled with anticipation, like a swarm of bees around a pot of
honey as he pulled down my pants and his hot breath brushed over my soaked lace
underwear. I sighed in contentment as he inhaled deeply, breathing in my
forbidden essence.

As he
pulled off my soaked underwear, the cool air of the room hit my inflamed pussy
and I cried out at the delicious sensation. I was swollen and tender, ready for
him to plunge into me and slam every ounce of pleasure from my body with his
thick, engorged member. He was taking his time, making sure to extract every
last bit of delicious torture before taking me. His tongue lapped gently at the
juices running down my thigh and I moaned, my hips pushing forward, desperate
for contact.

Again
he pinned me down, assaulting me with his incredible tongue. I couldn’t believe
that the shy, courteous boy who had held my hand and smiled his beautiful smile
at me was the same person as this forceful, skilled man going down on me,
sucking and licking at my pussy and pinching my begging clitoris between his
thumb and finger as he penetrated me with his wicked tongue.

I’d
never experienced such a potent sensation before. This powerful,
all-encompassing need to be touched, to be devoured, was something I had never
felt with another man. It brought back memories of that first kiss, the kiss
which had stayed with me, remembered and cherished above all the other kisses I
had experienced over the years in between. This night, this feeling, made every
other love-making session pale in comparison. Only Mathis could ever make me
feel this way, like a goddess being worshiped, every power of lust and emotion
being invoked in my body by his tongue, his lips, his fingertips.

I was
almost sobbing, convulsing on the covers, gripping them tight with my hands and
twisting them between my fingers as Mathis continued to torture my clitoris,
now teasing it from side to side with his tongue, sucking it between his lips
and pulling gently, sending waves of intense pleasure, bordering on pain,
coursing through my body. I could barely reason, my mind a blank, the only
emotion I could register: blind ecstasy.

I was
close to climax, my body screaming out to come, my juices flowing freely, a
heady aroma mingling with Mathis’ bold, smoky scent. As Mathis gave a
particularly hard tug at my clitoris, I fell over the edge, biting back screams
as my orgasm ripped through me, shattering every defense and barrier within me,
releasing my pure, animal lust. It crashed into me in waves, and I clung to
Mathis as if he were the only thing keeping me tied to this earth.

Mathis
barely gave me a chance to come down from the intense overwhelming pressure as
he shed the last of his clothing. I saw his thick, swollen shaft bobbing
proudly against his washboard abs as he slid against me. I gasped at the
feeling of his skin against mine, reveled in his hardness digging into my
thigh. He rubbed against my entrance, making me moan at the suddenly rekindled
pleasure, before his engorged member plunged into me and he buried himself to
the hilt. His length and girth were almost more than I could take. I let out a
shuddering moan as he stretched me as wide as I would go, stroking my quivering
walls with his powerful manhood. The solid heat of him inside me was too much,
and I threw my head back and gave a long, guttural moan.

Mathis
began to move at a hard, relentless pace, pulling out almost entirely before
slamming back in again, the angle stimulating every inch of my walls, once
again building an intense coil of heat in the pit of my stomach.

My back
slammed into the mattress over and over as Mathis’ athletic body worked over
me. The sweat blossoming on our joined bodies made the movement slick and fast,
and I bathed in the sensation of Mathis’ skin sliding against mine, his strong
limbs pressing me into the mattress, twining our bodies as we writhed together,
lost in each other.

Mathis
pulled out so he could place both my legs over his shoulders, finding a new
angle which made me gasp with pleasure as he hit my center dead-on with every
thrust, sending fireworks dancing behind my eyes as sparks flew through my
body, igniting my nerves and overwhelming my senses.

I came
again, hard, as Mathis quickened the pace, pounding me furiously into the
mattress. His stamina was unbelievable, his pace relentless, like a machine,
pushing into my tight lips, slick and tender and aching for more.

Every
muscle in my neck and legs was screaming with pain and tension from the
position, but the delicious pleasure it coaxed from my entrance was enough to
deter me. I reveled in the sweet pleasure, intensified by the biting pain in my
muscles. Just as the agony was almost too much to bear, Mathis pulled out,
flipping me over like I was a doll and slamming into me from behind. I cried
out, but Mathis didn’t slow his pace. He pushed me flat onto the bed, his
column sheathing itself right up to the hilt in my sore, sensitive slit,
drawing out slowly before plunging back in hard. He grabbed my breasts,
covering them with his broad hands, squeezing and pulling, causing pain and
arousal to blossom together like an exotic crimson flower.

I could
feel myself nearing orgasm yet again, but knew I couldn’t reach it unless
Mathis’ fingers were on my clitoris, teasing me to climax. I tried to move one
of my hands over his, pulling it towards my waiting pussy, but he pinned my
wrists over my head as he thrust, leaving me aching with unfulfilled lust,
needing that extra contact to push me over the edge.

As he
slammed into me over and over, I could hear the raggedness of his breathing and
I felt his thrusting becoming erratic as he neared his own climax. Finally, as
he could barely bite back his own groans of pleasure, he brought one hand down
to tease my clitoris, rubbing it desperately as he thrust his cock into me.