Sorry

fourteen

abia kamin

I could not sleep knowing that Mateo and I were not okay. The one lesson my mother taught me growing up that has stuck with me is to never go to sleep angry with someone. Now more than ever is when I should be following that advice considering people are dying.

I left the bedroom, roaming the halls. They had many spare bedrooms which were all large in size. But one in particular housed Mateo who seemed to be asleep at first sight.

"Matty," I whispered, standing at the side of the bed. "I'm sorry," I got into the bed with him when his eyes opened. His grip on my waist was firm, showing how much he also did not want to be on bad terms. I reacted so badly earlier. But this is all so fresh and new and scary. The lines of who the bad guys are and who the good guys are has been severely blurry.

"Don't be sorry baby," he pressed his lips on mine, sharing a passionate kiss with me. It was different from the rest.

No longer holding back and finally giving himself fully to me. Sliding his tongue past my lips, he laid me on my back and brought his body over top of mine. His fingers brushed the lining of my shorts before he slowly pulled them off of me and onto the floor. My heart was beating out of my chest, taken back at how far he was letting things get. I clung to his arm when his thumb brushed along my clit lightly. I felt the smile on his lips when he felt how wet I was. Everything about him turned me on. He was hard to resist.

A breath left my lips when he slid his middle finger into my wet pussy that throbbed for him. He didn't waste time trying to be gentle. He forced my legs to remain open when my knees shook. His free hand grabbed the top of my top and tore it down and off my body. The tip of his tongue travelled along my neck and found its way to my left nipple. Arching my back, I held back my noises at the small bites he made that I knew would form into bruises the next morning.

I was at an all time high from the work of both his fingers and his tongue. I wanted more, but was afraid of what more meant because I was finding this hard to take. He knew my body and exactly what it needed.

My hand went down to his when he brought another finger into me regardless of the lack room. He shoved my hand away, being fuelled with his force. Leaving my breast swollen, he shared attention to my other one.

In and out, in and out until I could not hold it in anymore. My release left my body, being introduced to his hand and the sheets.

"You made a mess," his voice was like a growl when he put his head between my legs. "I'll take care of that."

Biting the insides of my cheeks, my head tilted up as his tongue swiped along my pussy that dripped. It waved along my clit, creating a sensation that was unbearable. My fingers found his short hair, pulling his head in closer. It took everything in me not to cry out in screams from all the pleasure he was giving me. His tongue glided, cleaning up the mess I made. Hitting every corner along with the inside of me. He sucked my clit, making me grip tightly onto the sheets

"You're so fucking good, princess," he left my knees shaking when he brought his head up to mine. "I want you to only be mine," he grunted, harshly taking my chin in his hand. His voice alone could make me cum on demand.

I opened, his warm spit landing in my mouth before he demanded for me to swallow. Ryan tried doing that a million times and I was completely turned off by it. But holy shit. Mateo spitting in my mouth was the hottest thing I have ever encountered.

Wrapping my legs and arms around him, I attached my lips to his. He was right, my taste was amazing. My heart could not stop its fluttering. The way he made me feel was no way I've ever felt from a guy. Loved. Understood. Cared for. His actions only ever showed that he was for me and worrying about where his heart was is something I didn't have to do.