I look up at him, and something in Matteo’s gaze makes my throat tighten. He pauses for a moment, just looking me in the eyes, before his hand moves to cover mine with clear intention.
“You aren’t just a nanny to me, Liss,” he says in a low voice that makes me hold my breath.
Matteo doesn’t say anything else, only keeps looking at me as if waiting for an answer, and all my resilience, all my hatred toward him, seems to crumble. Our gazes are focused on each other, the live band is playing what sounds like an Italian serenade, and everything feels like a fairy tale.
God, can I allow myself to have this just for one night?
I lick my lips, suddenly remembering Matteo’s kiss, and turn my hand to hold him back-when a waiter ruins the spell.
“How did you like the food?” He refills our water glasses and looks between us with a professional smile. “Would you like anything else to drink?”
I give him a tight smile, pulling my hand out of Matteo’s hold. “No, thanks.”
“Actually, I think we’re done here.” Matteo glances at me as if to confirm it, looking completely unaffected by the waiter’s presence. “Bring us the bill.”
Matteo doesn’t bring up the unfinished conversation and only asks silly questions that I barely pay attention to. But his hidden confession still hangs in the air between us, charging it with accidental touches and intense gazes. I’m not just a nanny to him-so who am I? I look up at him as we walk to his car, holding onto his elbow and feeling the warmth of his skin through his clothes.
Now, I want to know what he thinks of me. I want to see his true desire.
“Where do you live?” Matteo glances at me when we take our seats in his car, and I feel something strong and confident in his posture. “I’ll take you home, it’s getting late.”
Is it? I frown a little and look outside. Well, it’s just getting dark, not late-but I’m not going to argue with him. The deep needy part of my being is even stronger now, fueled by the heat of desire, and I don’t even want to think about going against Matteo.
We spend the ride to my apartment building talking about cooking, traffic, and Romeo. The conversation feels too light and silly for the thick tension filling the car, the one creeping under my skin and making me
writhe in my seat. God, I can’t believe I’m so damn weak for Matteo, but I can’t think of anything else but to get even closer to him. To taste his lips on mine, to feel his hold on my waist, his hands going lower and-
I swallow and close my eyes for a moment to compose myself. Shit.
Where’s my control now?
In just a few minutes, Matteo drives into the parking lot of my apartment building, and I hate to realize that it’s time to say goodbye. I
mean, Romeo is probably waiting for him, and…it was just our first date! I mean, we’ve known each other for almost a month now, but I can’t just invite him to stay, right?
“Hey, do you, um, do you want to come in? I have a bottle of Italian wine-maybe you’ll be able to tell if it’s good,” I say just a few seconds later, going against my own judgment. I glance at Matteo. Damn. He’s gonna think I just want to have sex with him, huh?
But wait, what does it matter? As long as I get his trust, my plan will work perfectly-if only I could remember right now what the plan is in the first place. My mind is such a mess, but there’s one thing I want for sure-
and the only person who can satisfy my desire is right in front of me.
“Sure.” Matteo smiles, but I can hear his voice going deeper, sending a wave of goosebumps down my arms. “I would love to.”
And everything inside of me tightens in sweet anticipation.
“It’s nothing special,” I say with a chuckle, opening the door to my apartment. It’s just a simple place with two rooms, a spacious kitchen, and a tiny balcony overlooking a lively street-definitely no competition to Matteo’s house.
“It’s lovely,” Matteo says in his usual calm and polite voice, following me to the kitchen. “When did you move here?”
“In the first year of art school. I didn’t want to stay in Mom’s house all alone, so I sold it and moved closer to the school.”
I try to keep my tone casual as I keep talking about the apartment, but it’s hard with my heart beating in my throat. I can feel the tension in the air, the promise of something bigger, and Matteo’s collected and almost indifferent demeanor only wires me up even more. Doesn’t he feel the same white-hot desire? Why isn’t he doing anything?
I bite my lip and turn away from him to reach for the wine glasses. “So do you want to start with wine?”
“No,” Matteo says, and all of a sudden I feel his presence behind me, his voice so low and close I can feel it with my whole being.
I feel his hands on my waist, guiding me to turn around, and I follow them without a second thought. Immediate fire spreads through my body, pushing away all other thoughts. I first look at him over my shoulder, but Matteo waits for me to turn around fully before his hand reaches for my chin. My hands grip the edge of the counter behind me for stability when Matteo raises my chin with clear intention.
Our eyes meet, and I see the darkness of his gaze, the deep desire responding to my own urge. Oh god. I lick my lips, looking at him as if under a spell, and Matteo smirks and strokes my bottom lip as if praising me for something.
“I want to start with this,” he murmurs, and I only have enough time to close my eyes before his lips find mine.
Oh, finally. A thrill of satisfaction runs through my body, and I can feel it yielding to Matteo’s pressure. My muscles relax from the wave of heat, my nails scrape the surface of the counter, and the desire to follow him fills me from the inside. He pushes me closer to the counter, pressing me against it, and I gasp at the feeling of being trapped and completely powerless in his hold.
He deepens the kiss, keeping my chin raised to make up for the height difference, and I grasp the sides of his open collar, pulling him
closer. God, it feels so good. I hum into his lips, feeling him push against me and arching my back over the counter to feel his strong muscles and his erection even clearer.
“Why did you hold yourself back, baby?” Matteo whispers into my ear, lowering his hand down to my thigh, squeezing it with a sense of ownership. “Why didn’t you tell me how much you wanted me?”
“I-ah!” I choke on my breath when he slaps my thigh all of a sudden, and even though it’s not painful at all, it makes me feel punished. God, what a sweet feeling. “I wanted to, I just didn’t-I didn’t know how.”
“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that.” Matteo smirks and presses a light kiss to my ear while his hand slides between my legs. “You just have to tell me you want to be my good girl.”
Oh god, why does that go straight to my belly?
I hum through closed lips, sliding my hand to grasp the shirt on Matteo’s back, and close my eyes, pushing my hand back. His lips find my neck, leaving a trail of gentle kisses, while his fingers press deeper through my jeans. I hum again, this time pushing my thighs apart, and tremble all over when he starts rubbing me.
The layers of my jeans and panties don’t let me get the full sensation, but it only makes me crave him even more. I writhe against
Matteo, whimpering and biting my lips, and he shushes me with a smirk, sliding his hand under my blouse. Oh, the sensation of his skin on mine sends a shiver up my back, and I shut my eyes tighter, squeezing his fingers between my legs.
“You like that, huh?” Matteo murmurs and I frantically nod. “Do you want more, baby?”
I nod again, feeling my body pulsate at the name. “Are you gonna be a good girl?”
“Y-Yes, I am.”
“Good,” he says-and suddenly lets go of me and moves away. The movement leaves me leaning on the counter and trembling from the loss of his warmth. “Turn around.”
Still not fully back to my senses, I follow his command without a hint of hesitation and turn around, placing my palms against the counter. I look down at it, panting slightly, and somewhere in the back of my mind, I realize that my head is empty. I have no rational thoughts left in me, and that’s why I love having such a strong and confident partner-because it allows me to let go of everything else and focus only on my own sensations and Matteo’s voice behind me.
“Now, push down your pants.”
I do as told and pull my jeans and panties to my ankles before taking one leg out to allow for a better position. My feet are spread wider now and I lean on the counter, slightly pushing myself back and earning a satisfied hum from Matteo.
“Good,” he says under his breath, and I hear his belt clink as he undoes his own pants.
The sound makes my guts tighten with anticipation and I let out a quiet moan, writhing despite myself. Yes, god, finally. A moment later, his hand finds my thigh again, slowly stroking it, while the other raises to my neck and grabs the back of my collar.
“Do you want me to fuck you, baby?” “Ah, yes, yes, please.”
“Are you ready to take me?” He tugs at the collar, pushing it against my throat, and I gasp and instinctively arch my back to push against him.
“Y-Yes, Daddy, I want it.”
I can feel him freeze as soon as I say it, but before I can think about it Matteo slaps my thigh all of a sudden and grabs me tighter. “You earned it, baby. Good job.”
And before my mind can process the words, Matteo lines himself up against me and thrusts inside, pushing a surprised moan out of me.
Goddamnit, it’s been so long since I had a guy who knows what he’s doing. I close my eyes, focusing on the stretch and friction inside of me, and mumble a satisfied yes when Matteo thrusts even deeper.
He doesn’t hold back and god, do I like it. His hands keep me in place, holding onto my neck and hips, and it feels like I’m hanging in the
air, completely in his power. My palms slide against the counter with every thrust, my fingers trying to cling to the surface as I push back to meet him. My moans and the wet sounds of our bodies quickly fill the silence of the kitchen, making Matteo’s whispered praise barely audible-but I still hear it, reveling in the satisfaction that it brings me.
“Good girl…god, you feel so fucking good, baby, so fucking good…ah, what a lewd body you have, it drives me crazy, oh my god.”
I keen from his words, lowering myself to the counter, taking him deeper with louder moans, and Matteo lets go of me only to slide his hands over my skin, tracing the arch of my back. He doesn’t have to say anything
-I can feel his pleasure in the gesture and it makes me whimper, asking for more.
It doesn’t take long until Matteo has to slow down, press a kiss to my shoulder, and pull out with a husky command. “I want to see you.”
I immediately turn back to face him, wrapping my arms around his neck. With a kiss pressed to my lips, Matteo picks me up. Oh! I gasp as he pushes me up on the counter and instinctively raise my knees up to wrap my legs around his torso. Matteo breaks our kiss for a moment to find the right angle again-and the next moment, we cling to each other even tighter, trembling in mutual pleasure.
The new position allows me to feel his body, grip him tighter, pull him closer to me, and I moan into his neck, feeling his hands holding me tight. It makes me feel so small and safe in his arms that I start to feel the warmth of pleasure radiating through my body. The sensation is familiar, and I know that I’m close to my peak.
My muscles go taut, my body stills and my whole being focuses on the rhythmic deep thrusts of Matteo inside of me. I shut my eyes tighter, clawing his shoulder, and frantically mutter, “I’m close, I-ah, I’m close, I’m so-”
“Good, baby, good, come for Daddy, let it go.”
And like a snap of fingers, his hoarse voice sends a shudder through my body, making me writhe and moan in his arms as the waves of orgasm wash over me one after the other. Goddamnit. I have to gasp for breath as I crack my eyes open, my heart beating so loudly I can barely hear Matteo’s distant praise. That was stronger than anything I’ve ever felt.
But Matteo doesn’t stop, making me tremble and whimper through my sensitivity, and I don’t know how much time passes or how much pleasure I ride through until I feel his thrusts lose their rhythm. He goes deeper with each of them, holding onto my waist and trembling against me, and I hold him through it until Matteo’s own pleasure takes over.
Well, that was not how I expected this day to end, but I don’t mind it.
I huff under my breath, thinking about it, until a sudden thought
strikes me. “Hey, what about Romeo?”
Matteo hums and tears himself away from me, looking at me with a quirked eyebrow. “Do you want to talk about him now?”
I chuckle, finally having a chance to look at him up close. God, why does he have to be so handsome? I take a second to raise a hand to his face and push a strand of curly hair away before looking into his eyes with a grin. “I want to make sure you’re staying for the night.”
“Oh.” Matteo blinks in surprise before a satisfied smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, and he leans into my touch, resting his cheek against my palm. “Yes, I’ll call Riccardo. It will be alright.”
“Good,” I say with a cheeky smile, patting his shoulder. “Because I expect another round tonight.”