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Only just twenty minutes later, I am running out of excuses as to why I can’t, eyeing that bathroom door and the nice new shower head I had put in as soon as I moved here.
Fuck it. I dart from my bed, slamming the bathroom door closed and stripping with a whole new sense of urgency because this guy turned me into a needy idiot.
Good thing knowing Matteo, he will be out there “rebonding” for a while, so I’ll have time to go through the whole circle of hell from feeling good to guilty and then to pissed and finally back to needy all before they are back.
23
Matteo
“When you’re a kid, you assume your parents are soulmates. My kids are gonna be right about that.” – The Office
Thieves. Bloody thieves.
Leave it to my own mother and her gang of peace-loving girlfriends to steal my own baby right from my hands.
Mellie and I were enjoying our conversation—well, more like she was enjoying sleeping soundly to the sound of my blabbering—when out of nowhere the four little devils disguised as silly grandmas attacked me and told me to go rest while they spend some time with Mel.
What makes them think I need rest?
In fact, I don’t remember the last time I felt as refreshed and happy as I have been since moving in with Zoe and Mellie. Even sleeping on that awful couch because my woman is too stubborn to let me into her bed. Yet.
I am still pouting and mumbling about bloody thieves when I enter the house and stop.
“Matteo!” Zoe calls out loudly, and the blood in my veins freezes. Oh my God, did something happen? That sounded like a cry for help!
Quickly, I drop the wrap to the floor and dash for the bathroom from where the sound seemed to come from. What if she fell and broke something? My heart drops to the ground as my mind thinks of every possible worst-case scenario. And my mind can be a dark place when it wants to be dramatic like that.
“Zo?” I call out, but she doesn’t respond. I test the handle, but it’s locked, of course, and I’m about to bang on the door, or better yet, break it down, when she calls out my name again.
“Matteo. Oh God, ohmyGodohmyGodohmyGod.”
Oh…
Oh…it’s that kind of cry for help… My hand on the handle freezes. My jaw dropping and that blood that froze in my veins earlier?
Yeah, it’s no longer cold or still because it has all traveled to my cock.
That was not a damsel-in-distress kind of shout. Nope.
That was my little ray of sunshine pleasuring her little pussy with my name on her lips.
I swallow the groan that rises out of me. God, what I wouldn’t give to be in that shower with her right now. To be the one who makes her see the stars instead of the thoughts of me she is using. I guess it’s the next best thing, though, since Miss You-and-I-are-just-friends won’t admit she wants me. Won’t admit how badly her pussy aches for me.
I drop my forehead to the closed door, palming my aching erection through my shorts while my ears are eagerly picking up any tiny sound she makes. And she makes a lot.
Fuck, I should give her some privacy. I shouldn’t be standing at her bathroom door, touching myself like a stage five creeper.
Only, when have I ever done what I should. There is absolutely no fun in that. Or pleasure. Plus, she’s mine anyway. Only because Zoe doesn’t want to admit it, doesn’t make it less true. So, by that extension, I am entitled to her moans and orgasms. Especially, the ones she uses me for inspiration.
Fuck, talk about an ego boost.
With my conscious cleared by my own very sound logic, I pull the string on my linen pants and slide them off just enough to take my cock out, squeezing it tightly with my hand while imagining it to be hers.
There is a whole new set of pleasure sounds coming through the door and I revel in each one.
“Yes, yes, just like that,” Zoe moans, and I repeat the exact same words as I work my cock, imagining that lush, curvy body naked and wet on the other side. It only takes me seconds before the beads of precum spit out over my head.
That is what this woman does to me. I can’t even see her, yet I am harder than I’ve ever been for anyone else, ready to unload my seed and paint her bathroom door with it any second. And then when she reaches her peak, so do I.