For You

30

Alyssa

Sitting in the most expensive restaurant in the city, I felt a sense of surreal luxury. The chandeliers sparkled overhead, casting a warm glow over the elegantly set table where I sat with Jess, Bailey, and Matteo. Our laughter echoed softly in the grand room as we recounted old stories and shared new ones.

The waiter brought our appetizers, artfully arranged on delicate plates, and we dug in, savoring every bite. Jess was animatedly describing her latest travel adventure when I felt Matteo's hand graze my thigh under the table. I shot him a quick, questioning glance, but he just smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief.

"Matteo, what are you doing?" I whispered, trying to keep my voice steady as his fingers began to draw slow, deliberate circles over my clit through the fabric of my dress.

He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. "Just having a little fun," he murmured, his voice low and teasing.

A shiver ran down my spine, and I bit my lip to stifle a moan. I tried to focus on the conversation, nodding along as Bailey talked about a new project at work, but Matteo's touch was relentless. His fingers moved with expert precision, making it increasingly difficult to maintain my composure.

My breathing quickened, and I felt a flush creeping up my neck. I shot him another look, but he just smirked, enjoying my struggle. I could feel the heat pooling between my legs, my body responding eagerly to his touch.

"I need to... excuse myself," I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.

Jess and Bailey exchanged knowing glances and burst into laughter. "We'll be right here," Jess said, a playful glint in her eye.

Matteo stood up smoothly, offering me his hand. "I'll join you," he said casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

We made our way to the back of the restaurant, finding the bathroom and locking ourselves in a stall. As soon as the door clicked shut, Matteo's hands were on me, his lips crashing down on mine in a hungry kiss. I moaned against his mouth, my hands fumbling to undo his belt.

"God, Alyssa," he growled, breaking the kiss to trail his lips down my neck. "I can't get enough of you."

"Matteo," I gasped as he pushed my dress up, his fingers sliding into my soaked panties. "We shouldn't... oh fuck..."

He chuckled darkly, his breath hot against my skin. "You love it. Admit it."

I whimpered as his fingers found my clit again, rubbing in slow, torturous circles. "Yes, I love it," I admitted breathlessly. "But not here... it's too risky."

His eyes darkened with desire. "That's what makes it so exciting, isn't it?" He knelt before me, pulling my panties down and lifting my leg over his shoulder. His tongue flicked out, tasting me, and I nearly cried out from the intense pleasure.

"Matteo, please," I begged, my hands gripping his hair as he licked and sucked, driving me wild. "I need you... now."

He stood up, his eyes blazing with lust as he unzipped his pants and rolled on a condom. "Turn around," he commanded, his voice rough.

I obeyed, bracing myself against the wall as he positioned himself behind me. With one hard thrust, he entered me, filling me completely. I cried out, my body arching against his.

"Fuck, Alyssa," he groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he started to move. "You're so fucking tight."

"Yes, Matteo, harder," I moaned, pushing back against him. "Fuck me harder."

He obliged, his thrusts becoming more intense, more urgent. "You like this, don't you?" he growled, his hand reaching around to rub my clit. "You love being fucked like this."

"Yes, yes," I panted, my body trembling as I felt myself nearing the edge. "Don't stop... I'm so close."

He slammed into me harder, his fingers working my clit with relentless precision. "Come for me, Alyssa," he commanded, his voice low and rough. "I want to feel you come around my fat cock."

His words pushed me over the edge, and I came with a shuddering cry, my body clenching around him. He followed moments later, his own release powerful and intense. We stood there, panting and trembling, the aftermath of our passion leaving us both breathless.

As we dressed and tried to compose ourselves, he leaned in and kissed me deeply. "I love you, Alyssa," he whispered against my lips. "Always."

"I love you too, Matteo," I replied, my heart swelling with emotion. "Always."

We walked back to our table, hand in hand, feeling more connected than ever. Jess and Bailey greeted us with knowing smiles, their eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Have a good trip?" Bailey teased, raising an eyebrow.

I blushed, but couldn't help the smile that spread across my face. "The best," I replied, squeezing Matteo's hand under the table.

The rest of the evening was filled with laughter and joy, the bond between us growing stronger with every passing moment. And as we left the restaurant that night, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, we would face them together.