Chapter 30

CHAPTER THIRTY

MATTEO

I lie in bed, eyes closed, knowing I need to sleep if I'll be of any use tomorrow. My mind goes back to the conversation with Bella after I spoke with her mother. "Your sister wants to help; no, she needs to help …" Maybe I wouldn't have agreed to let either of them play if it wasn't for my brother's plan, but it's possible with things as they are—still not risk free.

I turn over when my cell phone vibrates from the nightstand. A smile twitches both edges of my mouth when I see who it is. I wonder for a second if I'll ever stop reacting like that when she texts me, and I know I won't.

Are you asleep? I feel too wired, and the performance isn't until tomorrow night!

At least you'll be safe behind all that glass.

That was Elio's insight. In regular circumstances, having performers behind bulletproof glass would be suspicious, but Elio had the idea of creating an artistic point behind it. They're not hiding but representing society's need to contain artists or something like that. He phrased it better than me.

What are you doing? she texts.

I smirk. What do you think? Texting you …

Ha ha ha …

I'm happy to go on one of our nighttime adventures if you are, I text back.

Three dots appear. It's laughable how significant those dots seem to me when they never did before. The idea of texting, by itself, having any special significance is laughable. Or it should be, but not with Bella.

I thought you'd never ask.

I drive through the city in my bulletproof car, one hand resting on the wheel and the other resting on Bella's thigh. My cock stirs every time she shifts in her seat. She's wearing a summer dress that does a damn fine job of outlining her shape.

"Is there anywhere specific you want to go?" I ask. "Anything specific you want to do?"

Her hand tightens on mine when I say the word do . I glance at her. Fuck . She's looking at me with wide, excitable, almost dangerous eyes.

"What's on your mind, my virgin virtuoso?"

For a moment, this almost lost look comes across her face. Or maybe it's broken, terrified on some core level. It triggers something so deep inside me I almost can't accept it. It feels so damn natural, like it was always there, waiting to be revealed. Then her look changes back. Am I going nuts?

"Just that …" she whispers. "It's the whole V thing."

My manhood gets rock-solid at the hitch in her voice. She gets raspy, almost like she's on the edge of an orgasm right now.

"I always dreamed of losing it in this one hotel," she goes on, my balls swelling the more she speaks. "The problem was, whenever I imagined it, I could never see a specific person. I couldn't imagine doing it, so I stopped caring." Her hand moves up and down her leg in the most tempting way, my cock twitching, aching.

"But I care now," she whispers, "and I can do more than imagine it …"

"What hotel? And why that one?"

"It's called The Grand Elysium. Mom used to work about a thousand jobs when I was a kid. She had one at this arcade, and this hotel was directly across the street. I used to imagine getting the big suite there. Think what it would be like to be one of those fancy people walking in and out."

I pull up at the side of the road, leaning forward for my GPS unit. "Then that's where we'll go," I growl.

I can't think anymore. The lust inside me is swelling almost to a fever pitch. There's a savage pumping moving through me, telling me not to even bother with the hotel. Grab her. Squeeze those thick hips. Hammer her until she can't stop moaning in pleasure.

"Is it everything you imagined?" I ask, closing the curtains of the main suite and turning to Bella.

She stands like she's posing specifically to make me wild, one leg forward so that her dress rides up and shows a glimpse of her thigh. The details of the suite fade into the background for me, though Bella was looking around wide-eyed when we first walked in.

Now, she walks toward me slowly, her chest rising and falling, drawing attention to those beautiful tits of hers.

"Are you sure about this?" I growl.

She stops, seeming shocked. "Aren't you?"

I grab her hips and sink my fingers greedily into her thickness, pulling her against me. Pushing forward with my hips, I drive so that she can feel my hard dick pressing against her. "You can feel how sure I am."

"Oh, Matt …"

She throws her arms around me, then jumps. What else am I going to do other than catch her? When she wraps her legs around me, I growl and slide my hand under her dress, grabbing her ass and carrying her into the bedroom. Laying her on the four-poster bed, I sink to my knees and slide her dress up.

When I pull her underwear down, I can't think. It's like her sexy scent is swirling around me, calling to me, begging me to lick her perfect pussy. Her core is glistening and looks so ready for my dick, but I want to make her even wetter.

She moans when I lean forward and press my mouth against her slit. Her hand slides down through my hair, her moans getting more intense as she scratches against me with her fingernails.

Her taste is so, so damn perfect. I press my hands into her thighs, pushing her legs open just a little more, groaning as I slide my tongue from her hole to her clit. Her moans hitch, then get even more intense as she rocks her hips against my face.

Oh, fuck. I press my thumb against her clit and move my tongue down to her hole. Sliding inside of her makes us both wild. She moans with even more urgency, and it just makes me even hotter and more obsessed. I can't fight it anymore. I'm fucking savage for her—primal.

"Fuck me," she whispers, as her pussy starts to pulse around my tongue. "Fuh-fuck me …"

I stand up, tearing at my clothes. She does the same. Both of us are acting on instinct now. The moment entirely consumes us. When she lies back down completely naked, I can't look away.

Her ample breasts are bouncing slightly in time with her breaths. Her thighs are glistening with her release. Her slit looks so ready for my dick. I reach down, stroking precome up and down my length. Her gaze follows my hand, and she swallows.

Then she gets this determined look that sets my blood ablaze. Bella doesn't back away from anything. She knows my eight-inch-dick is going to slip into her sweet-as-fuck hole.

I slowly lower myself atop her, staring into her eyes as I bring the head of my dick to her entrance. She wraps her arms around me, scraping her fingernails across my back in pure passion.

Thrusting deeper inside of her, I bite down gently on her shoulder. She gasps and shifts her hips, grinding further down on me, chasing the pleasure. Her breath is hot against my ear as I move deeper, deeper.

"Ah," she moans. "Oh … oh … oh … "

I pause when I'm completely inside of her, savoring the feeling of her gripping my base. Then I begin to slide out slowly, and she keeps moaning, keeps gasping, keeps making me want to fuck her harder, faster, deeper.

"Yes, yes," she gasps as I lean back so I can look at her, planting my hands on the mattress on either side of her as I move even faster. She's bouncing in the sexiest goddamn way, riding my dick, her tits bouncing.

When she sees me looking, that same dangerous smile touches her lips. She squeezes her ample breasts together, meeting my eye, looking proud of how crazy she can make me. I can't look away. I can't think about anything else.

I listen to the sounds of her moans and the wetness of my dick sliding into her heat. Hell, it's sweeter than any symphony. It's more captivating than any crescendo. It grips me entirely and makes it impossible for anything else to exist or to matter.

"Oh, Matt," she moans, reaching up and grabbing my face with both hands.

She turns my gaze to her face as if she wants me to look at her in the final moments of her pleasure. Yet, thinking " final moments " is misleading. She hovers in ecstasy for what feels like a universe of time, my hips moving so fast my body aches, the bed whining as she rocks in time with me.

She slides her hands down to my neck, gripping as if she never wants to let go. I push deeper, harder, making her feel every pulsing inch, every hungry thrust. She digs her nails in so that I know she's going to leave marks, maybe scars, and that just makes me fuck her even more fiercely.

"Yes, yes, yes," she gasps. "Oh my …"

She squeezes her legs around me as the orgasm takes hold of her, her hands falling from me as if she can't grip anymore. Her movements get even quicker, like chasing her crescendo with even more passion.

At the last moments, I collapse against her. My dick is pulsing so damn intensely, fire rushing up my solid shaft, my entire world fixated on the feeling of her tightness, her soft and wet lips, her moans, her music— her .

No, it's our music.

As her pussy pulses around my dick, pleasure sliding down my length, my dick erupts with the same sizzling feeling. She finds my lips in the final moments, fusing us as we melt into each other.

"I love you," she moans, then she shudders. "Oh, God. I'm suh?—"

Sorry , she was going to say, and maybe I should let her. Perhaps I should try to be reasonable, but I can't stand the idea of our first time being ruined by her feeling the need to apologize when she never has to say sorry to me.

"I love you too," I groan as come erupts out of my dick, shooting into her warm heat.

"Don't … just … say … that …"

"I loved you the first time I saw your channel," I growl. "I loved you after the first text we sent. I … love … you!"

As the heat of our bodies sears even brighter, I don't just believe it. I know it's true.

Finally, we collapse against each other in a heap, my dick aching as it wilts inside of her.

"We didn't use protection," I murmur as I lie next to her, lifting my arm to make a space for her to fit perfectly into.

"Shh," she whispers. "I don't care. It doesn't matter. I don't want to think about that now. Just hold me. Let's sleep together." She laughs adorably. "I mean, really sleep together."

So that's what we do. I quickly set an alarm to ensure we return to the estate sooner rather than later. We shouldn't be here without security, but I'm sure nobody followed us. I've got my gun, just in case.

Soon, I fall into a deeper sleep than I've experienced in years.

It's a goddamn mistake.