Chapter 17

**Lily**

I woke up hungover and sexually frustrated, so I pulled the covers over my head and willed myself back to sleep, which obviously didn’t work as I wanted it to. I dared my hand to come out from under the covers to get my phone from the nightstand. It was 8AM. Way too early for the day after the night before.

I sighed and pulled out my satisfyer to try to relieve some of the sexual frustration I was feeling. I sighed when I felt it blowing on my clit. My other hand roamed my body and settled on massaging my breasts and playing with my nipples. My back arched off the mattress as the sensations started to build up in my core. I raised the speed and let one of my fingers enter my slit, feeling myself clench around it. I added another finger and pumped them as fast as I could, enjoying the stimulation to both my pussy and my clit. My legs started to tremble, and my hips came off the mattress as the buildup of sensations was nearing its peak. I moaned softly, enjoying the feeling. “Fuck yeah!”, I groaned as the climax hit me, and the waves of my release crashed over me. I lowered the speed on my sensitive clit to ride out my climax a bit more.

It had felt good, but the frustration remained. Sighing, I dragged myself out of bed and started the day with a run hoping that that would put me in a better mood.

My mood was only slightly better after my usual track, and I pushed myself for some extra, hoping it would make me feel better. As I walked the last bit back to my apartment building, I only felt marginally better, so that’s what I will have to work with today!

I wasn’t paying attention to the people around me when I walked back, I was lost in my own thoughts. I was thinking about what I was going to do today, and how I was going to keep my thoughts away from the specific men that are messing with my mind.

“Cara mia.”, I heard, and only then did I look up. Matteo. “What do you want?”, I asked him. I didn’t mean to be hostile, but it might have come out of my mouth wrong. “You.”, he stated. I blinked at his answer, because that was not at all what I expected him to say. He was blunt and straightforward, where I expected him to beat around the bush.

“Sorry. What did you say?”, I asked him, because I didn’t understand him or at least it didn’t sink in fast enough. “I want you.”, he stated again. He was leaning casually against the wall next to the entrance, hands in pockets. “You need to be a bit more specific.”, I told him. My current mood was mixing with some sassiness that usually disappeared in his presence. But not today.

“There is nothing to be more specific about. I… Want… You.”, he said, as he pushed himself off the wall with his shoulders and walked over to me. He stopped right in front of me and cupped my chin with his fingers to lift my head and meet his eyes. “I want you. Your mind and your body.”, he whispered and gave me a lingering peck on my cheek.

“You have a funny way of showing it.”, I retorted. “You never talked to me at all but go straight for the body. Is that why you came here today? For sex?”, I accused him. His gaze remained blank, unreadable. “You make me do crazy things.”, he answered. I shivered, not sure if it was because of him, or because I was cooling down after the run. “I need to shower.”, I said to him, and moved to enter the building alone. “I’m coming with you.”, he stated. It wasn’t a question, or even open for discussion. It was a statement. Arguing with him would not work, but I also didn’t open the door for him. Yet he managed to come in anyways, and the only thing I could do was to accept the fact that he was coming up to my flat. He followed me the entire way without saying a word. Somewhere I expected him to kiss me, but he didn’t. I’m not sure if that was a disappointment or not.

The moment I opened the door to my flat, and we had both entered, he pulled me to him and kissed me hard on my lips. He shut the door with his foot and stumbled the both of us over to the first wall he could find. His kiss is hungry, demanding and dominating. All I can do is try to follow him; he is taking all control. He is licking, nibbling, and biting on my lips, convincing me to give him more access. One of his hands got tangled up in my hair, grabbing it in a demanding way, where the other hand is low on my waist pulling me closer to him. I hiss softly, and he takes advantage of the access he gets to my mouth. The kiss is messy, but full of urgency like he would not survive without this kiss. His hand roamed my body from my waist to my ass back to my breasts, like he wants everything at once.

I heard him groan, but he was not giving me any time to breathe. He kept kissing me like there was no tomorrow. Then when we bumped into the side table in the hallway, I regained my senses. I put my hands on his chest and tried to push him away. “Matteo.”, I pleaded with him to give me break, as I panted from the kiss. He stopped kissing and leaned his forehead against mine with closed eyes breathing fast and loud.

“What do you want from me?”, I asked softly. It was pretty fucking clear by now we had a good sexual attraction between us, but why didn’t he say anything at all? “And don’t give me the bullshit you did before.”, I added with more power to my voice. I felt myself getting angry for some reason I didn’t quite understand. “You did this every time we met. You don’t speak, you just feel me up! I just want to know what you want from me! Is it sex?”

My voice rose with every word I said. My hands clenched to fists on his chest and started to push him away with all my strength. He just didn’t budge at all. “And how the fuck do you know where I live!”

I pushed him off me with all my strength, and the only reason he moved was because he wanted. The guy is strong. And right now, he was annoying the hell out of me.

“Are you done with your tantrum?”, Matteo asked calmly. That just pissed me off, and I hit him with my fist on his chest. “How dare you!”, I yelled.

He grabbed my wrists to stop my assault and looked me in the eyes. And before I knew it, he was kissing me again, but this time it was slow, like he was savoring the feeling of it all. My anger dissolved quickly and before I realized I was kissing him back, running my hands through his hair. His mouth moves to my jaw and to my neck. Quickly he finds that sweet spot on my neck and licks, kisses, and nibbles on it, making my moan softly. In reaction to that, his hands squeeze my waist hard.

“You drive me crazy.”, he whispers in my ear, and he licked my earlobe. My breathing was getting louder and shallow, his hands roaming my body once again. “I want you in any way that I can.”, he said, and his hand slipped up my shirt and pushed my sports bra up, freeing my breasts. I felt his hand squeezing and fondling my breast and rolling my nipple between his fingers. I moaned loudly.

“Matteo…”, I moaned, but I wanted to actually say something to him. “That’s what I want to hear, babe.”, he whispered. He helped me take off my shirt and sports bra, and he licked his way down to my nipples. He licked and nibbled, he tugged and bit on my nipples, and all I could do was enjoy his assault and all the sensations that he created in my body. Every tug, lick, nibble, or bite sent tingles to my core between my legs. He came back up to kiss me on my mouth and guide me to my living room.

“I can’t stay away from you.”, he whispered with a deep, husky voice. He pulled down my shorts and my panties and pushed me down on my lounge chair. He spread my legs and kneeled between them.

“So wet, babe.”, he groaned, as he slid his fingers up and down my slit. I moaned loudly, and my hands flew to his head and tangled themselves in his hair. I felt one of his fingers enter me slowly, and my moaning was bordering on screaming. And then I felt his tongue. Down there. And I screamed.

I felt his chuckle on my clit. He licked and sucked on my clit, and his finger continued pumping in me as he did. My legs trembled and my control over my hips was completely gone. His free hand forced my hips to be still. Whatever he was doing just felt so amazingly good, and I could already feel the sensations in my lower region building. My breathing was getting faster, and my movements more uncontrollable. He added a finger pumping into me and increased the pace immediately. I felt full of his fingers, and his tongue found the exact spot to lick. My moaning and screaming were loud.

I was getting close and all I wanted was to find that release. I felt Matteo add yet another finger, and he started to pump in and out of me faster and faster. He sucked on my clit as hard as he could, and that’s when my climax hit me. I screamed his name loud, my fingers must have scratched his scalp, and my body shook as the waves of release hit me hard.

He continued licking me softly and sweetly, and his fingers gently pumped me to ride out my climax and to let me come down my high as gently as possible. By the time my breathing had slowed down, and I regained my senses, he pulled his fingers out of me. I saw him licking my juices of his fingers with a smile.

“You’re good.”, I said with a soft smile on my lips. He chuckled at my comment. His eyes were still dark with lust and desire, and I could see the erection in his pants.

“You need to shower. I don’t want to risk you getting sick.”, he said softly, and grabbed the plaid from the couch to put it over me. “You confuse me, you know.”, I said to him, reaching out to caress his face as he did so.

“I don’t aim to, but I simply must touch you. I want you to feel pleasure all the time. You deserve it.”, he said, as he sat on the couch. “You do it well.”, I grinned. He smirked.

“Will you disappear when I go shower?”, I asked him.

“Do you want me to?”, he retorted. I shook my head. Instead, I got off the couch and held out my hand to him. “No, I want you to join me.”, I whispered. He grinned as he took my hand and followed me to the bathroom.