Page 16 of Ruined By Protection
She shoots me a look, half embarrassment and half something else—pride, maybe. "I've just never... that's never happened before."
"I figured." I pull my shirt on, not bothering with the buttons yet. "First time squirting?"
Her cheeks flush deeper as she nods, reaching for her panties and attempting to balance on one foot to put them on. She wobbles again and I step closer, placing a steadying hand on her hip.
"Oh my god," she says suddenly, looking at the mess on the table and floor. "I need to clean this up. We can't leave it like this."
I take a moment to appreciate the view as she bends to retrieve her bra—the perfect curve of her ass, the red marks from my fingers on her hips. My cock twitches with renewed interest despite having just come.
"Don't worry about it," I tell her, picking up her shirt from where I tossed it. "Peter will handle the cleanup."
"But that's—" she sputters, gesturing at the wet table. "That's embarrassing! I can't let him see that!"
I step behind her, pressing my chest to her back as I hand her the shirt over her shoulder. My lips brush her ear as I speak.
"What Peter doesn't know is that he'll be cleaning up the sweetest juice in the entire universe."
She turns her head, our faces inches apart. Those hazel eyes widen, pupils still bloated from pleasure. Something passes between us—a current of electricity that hasn't diminished one bit.
I need to have her again. Soon.
"Let me help you," I say, taking the pants from her hands.
I gather the fabric and hold it open for her to step into. She does. My fingers trail along her skin as I pull the zipper up, deliberately slow.
"There," I say. "Though it seems a shame to cover you up when I'm just going to take it all off again in a few minutes."
Her breath catches. "What do you mean?"
I cup her face in my hand, my thumb tracing her bottom lip. "I mean I'm not nearly done with you yet, Hazel. That was just the beginning."
"But—"
"I'm going to take you back to my room," I tell her, my voice dropping lower. "And I'm going to make you squirt again. And again. All night long."
Her pupils dilate further, her lips parting slightly. "Matteo..."
"I want to hear you scream my name until your voice gives out," I continue, pulling her closer. "I want to taste every inch of you."
She swallows hard, her hands coming to rest on my chest. "The kitchen?—"
"Will be fine," I finish for her. "Trust me."
I step back, buttoning my shirt quickly before grabbing my jacket. I take her hand, leading her toward the door. Before we leave I pull out my wallet and leave a stack of bills on the counter—far more than necessary for the lobster and the cleanup.
In the empty hallway I pull her to me again, unable to resist tasting her lips once more. She melts against me, her body soft and pliant.
When I break the kiss I see my desire mirrored in her eyes—she wants this as much as I do. Without warning, I bend and scoop her into my arms. She lets out a surprised squeak, her arms automatically wrapping around my neck.
"What are you doing?" she asks, laughing.
"Taking what's mine," I answer simply, carrying her toward the elevator.
Her weight is nothing in my arms as I stride through the hotel's back corridor. She feels right there, her head tucked against my shoulder, her scent filling my senses.
"I can walk, you know," she protests weakly.
"Maybe," I concede with a smirk. "But your legs were shaking pretty hard back there. And besides—" I press the elevator call button with my elbow "—I like having you in my arms."
