Page 20 of Bratva Jewels Box Set
“I watched as you and your date stripped each other under the stars, out in the garden. She started with your suit jacket, then your tie. You had my dick twitching so badly. Then your date started to undo the buttons of your shirt, then your suit pants. I was jealous, so fucking jealous of her. She pulled your underwear down, and my eyes devoured every inch of your body. Your beautiful cock stood to attention, and I wanted to taste it.”
His foot is doing crazy things to my dick as he speaks.
“That’s why you asked to join us, isn’t it?”
“Yes, my love, it was. Luckily, she was willing.” Mateo gives me a smirk.
“I remember you asking the girl if you could help, and she was a big fan so that worked in your favor.” I chuckle as my hands rub Mateo’s legs.
“All I saw was you, those gorgeous hazel eyes, your delicious body, and that aura you have.”
I look up into his chocolate eyes and smile as my hand reaches for the bulge behind his sweats.
“How could I say no to the Mateo Vilaro? I’m only human.” I give him a smile because this man is not only beautiful on the outside he is just as beautiful on the inside. That night I’d noticed him as well. He had starred in many of my fantasies over the years. Never did I suspect that he liked men. I mean, the man is exquisite. He did this Calvin Klein ad that went viral, and there were these monster billboards of him in his underwear all around Spain. There were so many complaints by conservative groups about seeing his cock six feet tall. That sizeable bulge in his underwear sent people crazy and who wouldn’t jerk off over that? Every now and again, I ask him to put on his Calvin’s and pose for me, letting me jerk off to the real-life version of my fantasies.
“I think your date was shocked when I pushed you to the ground and started sucking your dick.” Mateo chuckled.
My hand has pulled down his sweatpants, and I slowly slide my hand along his thickening length to the memories of that night.
“I also think she was okay with it, seeing as her pussy was riding your face,” Mateo adds.
“Cariño, were you jealous?” I tease, gripping his length as I rub my thumb over the silky tip.
He lets out a guttural groan.
I push my chair out and stand between us so that we are face to face.
“Yes, of course I was,” he growls as his hand wraps around my neck and pulls me to him in a rough kiss. “Mine, all mine,” he growls again, sending tingles down my spine.
I love knowing that this man, one of the most desired men in the world, wants me and only me.
“I’m yours, my love. All yours,” I tell him, my hand sliding over his velvety skin. “You have my heart, my soul, my forever.”
Mateo grabs my face. “Forever.” Then captures my mouth in a heated kiss, our confessions, our memories fueling the uncontrollable desire between us. He pushes his sweats to the ground, and I unzip my jeans and pull my dick from its tight place.
“Lay back,” I whisper to Mateo, and he pushes the mountain of paperwork on my desk to the side. His legs are resting on my chair as I reach into one of the drawers and pull out a bottle of lube. I squeeze a liberal amount into my hand and press it against his puckered hole. I press one finger in as he jerks himself off.
“Yes, Tomas, yes.”
“You have to be quiet,” I tell him, reminding him of our house guest.
“I’ll try.” He groans as I insert another finger into him. “But you feel so fucking good, Tomas, so fucking good.”
This makes me smile. I love the way I make him wild with my fingers.
I push another in, stretching him, getting him ready for me. His eyes are closed, his large hand gliding against his cock. Slowly I take my fingers out of him, making him whimper. Placing the head of my cock at his back entrance, I rub a little more lube along my length before teasing his hole.
“Please, Tomas, please,” he begs, still pumping away.
I push myself in slowly, pushing past the little bit of resistance until I am balls deep inside him.
“Ahh, Tomas,” Mateo moans.
Then I start pumping. Mateo’s legs wrap around my waist, urging me on, harder, faster. My office fills with the sounds of our passion.
“Tomas, harder, please, harder!” Mateo encourages me.
I do as he asks, fucking him harder. Fuck, I love everything about this man. I watch his hand moving furiously along his thick length, his six-packed abs begin to tense and strain the closer that he’s getting to release. Until he’s unable to hold on any longer and ribbons of white hit his shirt as Mateo grunts his release.
