Page 64 of Set Play

Just enough to reach my goal.

With my eyes still locked on his, I eagerly lick my lips and reach into his briefs to free his already solid cock. It twitches against my palm and a drop of pre-cum forms at the tip. I lean forward and lick it up, savoring his slightly salty taste.

His muffled whimper has my chest swelling with pride, and I give him a firm stroke. “You need to stay quiet, Big Shot,” I chastise, before stroking him again with a bit more speed.

The hand in my hair tightens its grip and pulls my head back to look up at him. “Élise,” he moans, “if you don’t stop teasing me.” He lets the threat hang in the air between us, but he really should know better than to think I’ll cave that easily.

I sit back on my heels, using my free hand to pull my dress’s slit open so I can slide my hand between my thighs. My fingers find my soaked entrance and thrust inside, matching the pace of my strokes on his cock.

Pulling out, I trace circles around my clit and moan softly. “Did you,” I gasp as I thrust back in, curling my fingers to hit a particularly sensitive spot, “need something, handsome? You can just enjoy the show.”

“Fuck that,” he hisses through clenched teeth.

My mouth pops open, ready to continue teasing him, but he has apparently had enough of that. He wraps his hand over my own on his cock and uses both to guide himself into my mouth before I can speak.

I narrow my eyes at him, but when he thrusts in slowly, I don’t fight him. “Fucking perfect. Now, remove your hand from your pussy. If anyone is going to make you come, it’ll be me. Not you.”

I do as he says and taunt him by holding that hand up toward him, shivering with pleasure when he wraps his lips around my fingers and proceeds to lick them clean.

Moaning around his length, I relax my throat as he continues to drive into my mouth. “You’re so fucking good at this, Chispita. Fuck, you’re going to make me come down your throat.”

His words leave me squirming. “Oh, you like that, do you? Well, maybe next time. I don’t want to finish in your mouth, Élise.”

Before I have time to process what he means, he pulls out of my mouth and eases me to my feet. He spins me to face the pillar in the blink of an eye. “Put your hands on the pillar and bend over for me.”

My wide eyes meet his darkened, heavy-lidded gaze over my shoulder. “You can’t mean—”

“Oh, I do. I didn’t get to bend you over in Phoenix, Chispita. But now, I will. So, I suggest you put your hands on the pillar and bend over. Better hurry before someone wanders this way. I’d hate to leave you a hot, wanting mess.” The smirk he sends my way suggests otherwise, which is the only reason I comply with his demand.

Yeah, keep telling yourself that.

A cold breeze hits my center and bare ass when Mateo shifts my dress to lay over my right hip. Trailing a finger through my drenched center, he releases a sound of pleasure.

“Fuck, please. Big Shot,” I moan, dropping my head between my outstretched arms.

“Please, what, Élise? We’ve been over this.”

My head snaps up and I shoot him a glare over my shoulder. “You know what, you asshole. I want you to fuck me. Not to sit here and—”

My words are cut off with a choked gasp when he slams into me in a single motion. Thankfully, it doesn’t hurt nearly as much as it did the first time, but I’m still left reeling as my body adjusts to the sudden intrusion.

“All you had to do was be nice and tell me what you wanted,” Mateo grunts, not easing up as he continues thrusting into me. “But no. You like to push back and be a brat.”

My eyes roll back as he hits that perfect spot inside me that causes my muscles to clench around him as I barrel toward my orgasm. “Fuck, that’s right, Chispita. Strangle my fucking cock. Show me how good I make you feel.”

In the distance, I hear the sound of voices and my body locks up before I try to pull away. Mateo, on the other hand, keeps his pace, wrapping one arm around me to play with my clit. “Mateo, someone’s coming!”

“You better hurry up and come on my cock then. Unless you want them to watch the grand finale.” He thrusts into me even harder, the sounds of our flesh smacking together echoing in the empty room.

The all too familiar pressure builds low in my stomach and I panic, trying to pull away. “Fuck, I’m going to s—” I don’t get to finish my sentence.

He pinches my clit and drives into me one last time, again hitting that perfect place. Stars explode behind my eyelids as my entire body starts to lock up. I turn my head and bite my bicep, muffling my scream as I feel myself detonate, my release gushing between us. Mateo’s hips twitch and still as he finds his own release. He freezes hunched over me for several seconds, both of us panting for breath. The voices start up again and this time, they sound a lot closer than before.

Pulling out, he eases my dress back over me and steps back to tuck himself away. My cheeks burn with embarrassment as I scan him for any signs of…soakage, but either his pants hide it or it wasn’t as bad as I think. My confusion must be obvious, because he chuckles. “The black is doing a good job of hiding it.”

“I’m sorry,” I whisper.

“Don’t be. I told you, it’s hot as fuck.” He grabs two linen napkins off a nearby table and quickly uses one to dry the floor and the other to dry my exposed leg.