Chapter Ninety-Nine
Matteo succeeded in confusing her with his response. Her brow wrinkled and her lips pursed as she tried to decipher his meaning. She decided to roll her eyes rather than play along.
“I’ll have to go shopping. I’m sure there’s a dress code.”
Matteo pushed off the wall and tugged her along toward their bedroom. “That’s part two of your punishment. I’ll pick something out for you.”
“Oh no,” Gen whined behind him. “You mean I won’t have to spend hours on end standing on a pedestal while Jada uses me like a life-sized Barbie doll?” He turned and raised a brow. Her eyes widened. “I’m kidding. Oh this punishment is awful.”
Matteo chuckled. “Don’t worry. There’s a third part to this punishment to drive the point home.”
“And that is…”
“To be disclosed later on,” he answered with a wink.
Gen rolled her eyes again. “I thought you said there were only three parts to my punishment.”
“You love surprises,” Matteo reminded her.
Gen grumbled a response, fell into the bed and burrowed under the covers.
“By the way, don’t think I didn’t hear that thing about you letting Louis, the gambling addict, run your club.”
“What about it?” he asked, confused.
She poked her head out from under the covers to glare at him. “Remember when you first came to my accounting firm in Boston and you refused to let Lauren on your case because her father was an addict?”
“Who the fuck is Lauren?” Matteo asked, hoping to rile her up.
Gen rolled her eyes. “You know who she is, pretty blonde Harvard grad that you refused to work with because of her dad.”
“Oh, that?” He shrugged. “I lied. Her dad isn’t a gambling addict.”
Gen’s mouth dropped, causing him to smirk. “You what? Matteo, I gave her like twenty pamphlets and time off to help her with her dad!”
Matteo barked out a laugh. He walked toward the bed. “That’s really cute, Weakness. Really though I didn’t look into either of those women you suggested. I had one objective that day.” He leaned forward until they were breathing the same air. “I wanted to fuck the hot boss.”
Gen rolled her eyes. “Well, you got what you wanted. Congrats.”
“Thanks,” he said, standing up straight with a big grin and a wink.
Matteo walked to the bathroom to brush his teeth. By the time he walked out, Gen was sitting up, looking thoroughly annoyed. Her cheeks flamed red and her hands clutched the comforter.
“These walls are paper!” she hissed under her breath.
Matteo glanced up to the wall above the headboard and then heard it for himself. The sounds of wild, rough sex filtered through the walls. He smiled. “Sounds like they’ve made up.”
Gen groaned and covered her ears. “I don’t want to listen to my sister fuck! This is so gross!” she whisper-yelled.
Matteo chuckled as he walked around the bed. He pulled off the comforter and two pillows. The comforter dragged along the ground as he walked out of the room. Unable to hide her curiosity, Gen followed as he went down the hall and into the living room. He threw the pillows down on the couch that he’d spent so many nights on and laid out the comforter. He gestured for her to lay down. She narrowed her eyes but did as he said. He came back a moment later with his noise-canceling headphones. She sat up to face where he stood on the opposite end of the couch without an armrest. He secured the headphones around her head and then nodded with a proud smile. She looked absolutely adorable with the large headphones and her cheeks pink with embarrassment from what she’d heard. Gen took the headphones off earning her a scowl of disapproval.
“How long have you been doing this?” she asked quietly, realizing what he’d just done was a normal routine for him.
“Hmm, when did you move in?”
“Matteo…”
He shrugged and placed some hair behind her ear. “It was the only way to keep from breaking your door down.” He leaned forward. “You have no idea what you did to me those nights, Weakness.” He raked his bottom lip through his teeth. “Imagining what you were doing to yoursel…”
“I was thinking of you,” she admitted, though he already knew.
“Were you?”
She nodded in response.
“Show me,” he whispered, his voice low and clogged with desire.
“What? I could never, no…” she said sitting back away from him, her face flaming.
Gen squeaked as he caught her ankles and brought her to the edge of the couch. He held his weight on his palms as he dipped his head and kissed her softly. His right hand left the couch to run up under her tank top. His thumb brushed her nipple and she moaned.
“Mm, is that how you would start, Weakness?” he asked, his lips playing softly over hers.
His hand cupped her breast and she flung her head back, ripping their mouths apart. Gen closed her eyes and she started to suck on her fingers making his dick jerk up in his sweats. She opened her eyes and he noticed a dangerous glint there. She snaked her hand under her tank top to take his. For a moment he thought she was going to push him away.
Instead she brought his hand to her mouth and sucked on his middle and ring finger. His mouth parted and his chest constricted at the feel of her mouth suctioning around his fingers. Then she took his wet fingers and slid them down her body. His eyes tracked the movement, his breath started to leave his parted lips in short pants. She ran his fingers over the seam of her panties and moaned. Then she guided them under the fabric.
Matteo groaned as he felt the warm slickness of her heat gliding over the fingers she used as if they were her own. He lifted his left hand and used it to pull her panties down to her ankles before returning his hand to the couch so he could concentrate. Gen then guided his two fingers inside of her and she gasped.
“Fucking hell, Gen. Is this how you’d fuck yourself?” Matteo growled as she set a pace using his wrist as a guide. This was so fucking hot, he couldn’t stand it.
Matteo curled his fingers causing her to moan. He shut his eyes hard but only for a moment so he didn’t miss anything. Gen pulled her tank top over her breasts and then took his left hand and placed it over her naked flesh. Matteo immediately started massaging her breast and teasing her nipple. Gen removed her hands, giving control over to him. He didn’t leave room for disappointment. His fingers started moving faster, curling inside her while his other hand wreaked havoc elsewhere on her body. His head dropped and he took one nipple into his mouth while his right hand pumped in and out of her.
“Matteo…” she breathed.
He released his teeth from her nipple and groaned. “That’s just what I’d hear, Weakness. Calling out my name through the walls.” He continued moving his fingers inside her and then his thumb brushed across her clit and she jolted. “Do you have any idea how hard it was to keep myself quiet so I could hear you? How many nights I’d have to stay here on this couch because I would just lay awake in bed praying to hear one soft moan through the walls?” he asked, pressing his straining erection against her leg for emphasis.
“Oh, God, Matteo.”
Gen’s muscles started to contract around his fingers as her climax rolled through her. Her chest arched off the couch, raising her breasts up against his face while he continued to try to reach new depths within her. The walls of her pussy clenched around his fingers in a painful vice that made his cock throb painfully.
“Fuck, I can’t do this,” Matteo growled.
His left hand left her body, but only for a second. He pulled his pants down just enough to free his cock before he set his left hand back on the couch. He lined himself up at her entrance and pulled his fingers out. He slid his cock inside her and groaned as her walls continued to pulse from her orgasm. Gen inhaled sharply while he released a long sigh of satisfaction. Her core was slick and swollen, wrapping him in a heated embrace. He threw his head back as he thrust into her in the same rhythm as his fingers had done. He knew he wouldn’t last long. It was only a few glides of his cock before he came. Gen moaned as he filled her. She stretched her arms above her head and smiled with contentment. Matteo stayed inside her as he leaned forward and kissed her softly.
“Exactly like that,” she whispered against his lips.