Page 37 of Wasted On Us

“Loser has to give the winner a back massage?” I offer, taking his hand and joining him.

“Don’t say that. I might throw the game on purpose then,” he teases.

The minigolf course isn’t the largest I’ve ever seen, but it’s definitely the cutest. Small solar lights line the ground outside of each hole, and strands of string lights hang among the trees. I start to think that he wasn’t joking about throwing the match when on the third hole, he goes three strokes above par. By the fifth, he’s knocked the ball out of bounds on two separate occasions. He plays just well enough to keep the score fair and not make it obvious, but I know what he’s up to. As goofy as it is, his losing act is winning me over. By the time we get back to our cabin, I’m filled with anticipation for this massage.

We practically race back to the resort, hand in hand, giggling like a couple of school kids. My heart feels so much lighter when I’m with Mateo. I feel more like myself than ever before.

I undress to just my underwear and bra, a lacy pink matching set that I packed because it makes me feel good about myself. I had a feeling when I put it on before going to dinner that I would be happy I brought it with me. The slight hitch in Mateo’s breath when he comes back into the room with my lotion tells me that it was worth it.

“Alright.” I lay my face down on the pillow and relax into position. “Time to put your money where your mouth is. Pay up.”

Mateo laughs as he straddles me. “Somehow I feel like I’m still the winner here.”

“I don’t know,” I gasp as his hands make firm contact with my shoulders, sliding his thumbs along the space between my shoulder blades. “I’m feeling pretty treasured right about now.”

When I made the wager, I had no idea he was so good at this. As his hands make calculated circles down my back, all of the stress from the past few weeks starts to melt away. No longer am I worried about my bills or having to go home to Mom and Dad when the weekend is done. Or my dad having a stroke right in front of me and me never forgiving myself until I die a slow, painful death due to guilt. All that exists are the clean sheets against my skin and his hands kneading my taut muscles.

“You arereallytense.” His fingertips find a spot in the center of my back that I didn’t even know existed, and it’s like my entire body is floating away. At this point, I might be drooling, but I can’t find the energy to care.

“Oh, yeah? I wonder why,” I bite back sarcastically, losing my edge when his hand drifts lower, pressing at my lower back with his knuckles. Then, it moves lower still, dragging his nails over the curve of my ass.

“Let’s see if we can’t work that out.” Bending down, he kisses my shoulder before trailing his lips along my spine, ending at the waistband of my panties. Hooking his thumbs under the waistband, he drags them over my ass and down my thighs torturously slowly. By the time he places his hands on my thighs, plying my legs apart, I can’t tell if I want to kiss him or kill him.

“Our last time was too fast.” Gently, he pushes my hips slightly up, sliding his hand beneath me and toying with my clit. “I’ve been thinking about it ever since, Eden. Putting my head between your legs is fast becoming my favorite thing.”

Mateo gives me just enough pressure to make my body shiver, but not enough to be what I need. I bite my lip and let out a soft groan. “I love it when you do… that.”

Those wicked fingers work their way back and forth into my slick heat. “When I do what?”

God, he’s gonna make me say it.

“Lick me between my legs,” I say in a rush.

Mateo has a satisfied gleam in his eye. “That’s my sweet girl. I like hearing the words.”

I’m beginning to see that he truly is generous with oral when he scoots farther down the bed, lying flat and pulling me closer by the hips before taking a long lazy swipe with his tongue. The disappointing and underperforming Rick, while charitable enough to get his own rocks off, said he ‘didn’t believe in going down.’ Then he’d get mad when I didn’t sing his praises every single time we had sex.

Of course, I never came at all, but sometimes I faked it just to get him to leave me alone. I thought that I wasn’t normal. That I’d never enjoy sex. But with Mateo, everything is so different. He enjoys this just as much as he enjoys everything in his life. I’m being savored like an exotic delicacy or a fine wine.

He seems a little frustrated about the angle and carefully rolls me over onto my back. Then, he smiles.

“This is much better. What’s the point if I can’t look at you?” he croons, before sliding a finger inside me, then another, massaging me so delicately I feel like I might scream. “You’re so beautiful, Eden. It’s such a turn-on when you make those little noises just for me.”

His smile stays on his lips as he lowers his head again, covering my clit with his lips as he makes firm circles with his tongue. I could lay here like this forever, caught in the push and pull of sensations, and from the looks of it, he could too. Then, he slips a second finger inside of me and switches from those lazy circles to sucking with his lips. My head starts to feel fuzzy. I know that the noises I’m making would embarrass me in front of anyone else, and I’m not usually the type to pull a guy’s hair. But I find my fingers winding in his before I can think, watching the glimmer in his eyes when I do so. It’s that look he gives me, such genuine hunger, that does me in, my entire body clenching.

I come around his mouth, my whole body shuddering with each wave.

He lies there for a moment, letting me catch my breath, before planting a soft kiss on my thigh. “You seem pretty relaxed now.”

“Yeah. I would say so.” My limbs feel like they’re made of gelatin. The whole cabin could collapse around me right now and I wouldn’t move an inch.

He pulls his fingers free and brings them to his lips, his hungry gaze never leaving mine. “Damn, Eden,” he says, drawing out the sound as he sucks on his fingers, “I don't think I've ever tasted anything as amazing as you.”

The sensation of Mateo’s touch lingers, the intimacy of our connection filling the room with a potent energy. As he rises from the floor, his eyes meet mine, dark with desire and something deeper, something that makes my heart race. He moves back onto the bed, positioning himself over me, and our bodies align in perfect synchrony as if they were always meant to be this way.

A shared understanding, a mutual craving drives us closer, and I can’t help but reach for him, needing to feel the warmth of his skin. I bring my mouth down to his neck, slowly, methodically licking along his collarbone, finding a sensitive spot and sucking.

He groans, pressing me down into the mattress again. “I don’t remember you being so forceful before. I think I like it even more than you being my sweet, sweet girl.”

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