Page 29 of All's Fair in Love and Pizza
“Do it. Fuck me,” he commanded.
I caged his head, my fingers digging into the sheets for purchase as I pulled out to the tip and surged inside again. And again. I set a steady rhythm—not too fast, not too slow.
Mateo rose onto all fours and arched, wordlessly indicating he wanted more. Thank God. I held his shoulders and snapped my hips double time. He met me thrust for thrust as I drove into him from behind. I had half a mind to flatten him and take over, claim dominance, though I clearly wasn’t in control. But I quickly nixed the idea. I wanted to see Mateo in action.
I pulled out and flopped next to him, pointing meaningfully at my erection. Mateo didn’t hesitate. He climbed on top of me and slid down my cock. With his hands on my chest and his strong thighs squeezing my sides, Mateo rode me like a fucking pro. I jacked him, timing each stroke with the rise of his hips, and holy shit…I hoped he’d come first ’cause I wasn’t going to last.
“Come,” I rasped.
And for once, he listened.
He threw his head back and roared with the force of his release, covering my lower abs and my fist with cum. It was too much. I couldn’t hold on.
My orgasm ripped through me, and Christ, it felt like an out-of-body experience.
I had little to no memory of the aftermath. I only knew I felt amazing.
We cleaned up, redressed, and muddled through a dance of cordiality in which Mateo offered to help tidy the kitchen. Ideclined, and we gravitated toward the front door for a round of awkward good-byes.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said, leaning against the jamb with my arms crossed.
Mateo zipped his jacket, nodding as he turned away. I admired his broad shoulders and his?—
He pounced from the shadows, grabbed my face between his hands, and stuck his tongue down my throat. His preternatural maneuver surprised me, but I caught up quickly, matching his fevered kisses before gently pushing away.
Mateo bit his bottom lip and regarded me thoughtfully. “We’re doing this again. Like, every day if we have to. Whatever it takes to get this out of our systems. You on board?”
“Yeah,” I choked out.
I stood on the porch long after Mateo’s taillights faded from view.
This was…unwise. A truly terrible idea. But we’d already gone too far, and it was ridiculous to pretend I regretted a single second. It might not be pretty, but it was scorching hot, and I was completely invested in taking this ride to the bitter, bumpy end.
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MATEO
“You showed him how to make marinara? At his house? In his kitchen?”
Sal’s incredulous WTF look made his eyes bulge like a cartoon character.
“No fucking way,” Jimmy chimed in.
“Whoa! I think that’s sacrilege or somethin’. Does our ma know? She’s gonna kill you.” Vanni blew out his cheeks, giving his impression of a concerned cousin…who wanted to be sure he had a front-row seat when the shit hit the fan. “Hell, your ma’s gonna kill you first.”
“For sure. It’s Aunt Therese’s recipe. You might be her son, but it’s code or…like a commandment. Thou shalt not giveth of the sacred marinara to those outside ofla familia. The only way out of that is a marriage clause.” Jimmy rolled back his sleeves casually, his lips quirked at one corner. “You gotta get him to marry your ugly ass, Cuz.”
“Can I be your flower boy?” Vanni chirped.
“Very fuckin’ funny,” I deadpanned as Jimmy and Vanni keeled over with laughter.
Sal wasn’t quite as amused. “All right, cool it. This is a little on the serious side. We don’t give away family secrets…ever. You know this. What’s going on?”
My temper flared red hot. “You know what’s going on! You agreed to that stupid bake-off, for fuck’s sake. Remember that?”
“I didn’t agree to?—”
“What is this? Why are you all yellin’ like this? What’s a matter?” Aunt Sylvie pushed the kitchen door open, followed closely by my mother.
