EroticReverie

*commissioned*

King sets me down next to the car parked outside the building, it's a matte black escalade, with tinted windows that are almost black.

"Nice car." I say as he opens the front door, giving me a little smirk. 

"thanks." he says and I step up into the car and sit, setting my small purse on my lap. 

King smirks and closes my door, and takes a moment to talk with Hyde, I watch him nod, talking, and I pull out my phone to text Gianna.

"I may have accidentally gotten into his car." I type with a little smile to myself. 

I see the dots jump as she types.

"Accidentally? Suuuure A.  Text me as SOON as you're done fucking. I want to know how big it is, and if he knows how to use it." she types. 

I laugh and look out the window, and Matteo is giving Hyde a handshake and stepping away and walking around to the driver side as I shoot back a quick text. 

"Gotta go. And im NOT fucking him." I type, slipping my phone back into my purse.

I watch him slip into the car, and lick my lips at him moving his seat back, Hyde must have moved it up when he brought it to the front for him. I internally groan at the fucking size of this man. Big, fucking, gorilla. I think to myself as he looks over and grins after shutting his door. 

He cocks a brow at me. 

I scrunch my nose. 

"What?" I ask cocking my brow back at him. 

He grins and turns slightly and leans over, his left hand reaching towards me and my breath hitches as his hand passes right near my chest to the other side of me, his face coming closer, my eyes darting  back and forth between his and his mouth, my mouth parts only slightly as I inhale and his eyes are hooded, his lips curving upward and I brace myself for the kiss he's about to steal. 

I hear the zip noise of the seatbelt being pulled, and jump slightly. His face is dangerously close to mine as he pulls it over me and clicks it into place. 

I swallow hard as my eyes still dart back and forth between his. 

"Safety first Bella" he barely whispers and then leans back into his seat, my breath whooshing out of me and I see him smirk to himself as he puts his own seatbelt on. 

Asshole. I think to myself. 

He turns up the radio and I see on the radio screen before I even can hear the words, I see the artist and name of the song....Cam'ron...Suck It or Not.

I let out a laugh , because of COURSE, that's a song that would be in his audio library. 

He quickly presses a button to search through songs. Skipping to whatever is next. 

"Such a romantic." I say when the volume is down as he pushes from one song to the next. 

He laughs, almost nervously and I smirk to myself as he searches for a new song. 

"Is that the song you play before the groupies go down on you?" I ask, teasing him.

He looks at me. "There's not usually music, I like to listen to them suck." he says. I inhale and my cheeks flush. I fake it, as if the thought of him listening to my mouth on him doesn't do something to me. I roll my eyes. 

"I bet they're very enthusiastic to suck the cock of THE King" I say fluttering my eyes lashes pretending to swoon. 

He laughs and shrugs. "I mean...well...yeah...they are." 

I roll my eyes and reach out and push his finger from the search button and look through myself, and he chuckles and let's me search while he puts the car in drive. 

"Quite a selection." I say going through, seeing an array of pretty much every kind of music there is. 

"Country huh?" I say passing a name I know is country. 

"And?" he says looking over to me as I smile. 

"Just didn't picture you listening to songs about tractors." I say, only teasing him,

He gives a fake offended scoff. 

"People hate on country man, but there's some good shit out there." he says and I laugh as he shoos my hand away.

He plays a song called Catch by Brett Young, and he turns it up as he drives. 

I watch him as he moves his fingers on his steering wheel to the music 

My eyes widen in surprise when he starts to sing as soon as the song starts. I let out a little laugh, surprised, because most people are to shy to sing in front of others. 

The song isn't my cup of tea, but I will now forever have a special little place in my brain for this song if I ever hear it again, because I'll remember the full laugh that came from me as he now pounds his fist to his chest and belts out the words as if it's a fucking music video. 

I watch him as he sings looking out the windshield and still clutches his hand to his chest, belting the words. He's not the greatest singer and that makes it even better, and puts little cracks in my defenses against him. 

"the way you smile, and I can't help myself" he sings, his hand reaching out for mine, and grabbing it from my lap. I laugh. He turns his eyes to me and smiles as he sings and then looks back to the road. 

He sings a few more lines and grins , locking his fingers through mine as he sings "now im tryna hold your hand" and gives me a little side glance again and winks.

Shit.

This one is smooth. I roll my eyes with a laugh when he looks back again, and try to pretend I didn't just imagine what our kids would look like. Jesus christ. He's good, if he has me imagining babies with him before I've even fucking kissed him. 

"got me catching feelings, I wasn't even tryna feel this" he sings and I shake my head and slip my hand from his and just laugh. 

I let him finish his serenade and then when he turns it down at the end I look to him and he smiles.

"Like it?" he asks. 

"I think your performance made it worthy." I say and he laughs. 

"I'm not the best singer" he says and his hand reaches for mine again, and I freeze as his fingers slip through mine again, clasping his hand to mine. I swallow looking down at our hands, and after a moment let my fingers slowly clasp his hand as well, as I pretend to look out the window, interested by the closed stores , and parking lots we pass. 

At a red light, he turns the music back up just a little, using his other hand, not letting go of mine, and my heart flutters, and I curse silently to myself, trying to relax my hand, trying to let it rest naturally with his, but it has me nervous, and my hand is getting clammy. 

He gives my hand a little squeeze and I look from the window to my hand to him. 

He gives a slight smile. "Relax." he says.

Knowing he knows that I'm nervous makes me embarrassed. 

I cock my brow. "What makes you think I'm not relaxed?" I ask. 

"because your hand is shaking" he says and gives my hand another squeeze. Lifts it to his mouth and kisses the back of my hand. 

I feel my stomach flutter. What the hell. Who is this guy? 

"How do you go from carrying me like a gorilla, to kissing my hand?" I ask. 

He grins. 

"Can't really throw you over my shoulder while driving." he says. I give a single laugh and shake my head. 

He's driving and turns into a housing complex.

"Wait..." I say. Sitting up in my seat.

"Where are we going?" I ask and pull my hand from his. 

"My place" he says. 

"What? You said we were going to get food!" I say. "I'm not going to fucking sleep with you King!" I yell. 

"Whoa!" he says holding his hand up. 

"Chill out crazy...I was going to make you food....damn." he says and looks at me. 

I let myself sink into the seat. 

"Oh." I say. 

He grabs my hand again, clasping his fingers again. 

"If it's so good that you decide to thank me with sex, then so be it" he says.

I gasp, and snatch my hand and scrunch my nose as he laughs and I slap his arm with the back of my hand. I can't help but laugh too. 

"Jerk." I say, narrowing my eyes at him.

He laughs as he pulls into the driveway. 

"Do you live alone?" I ask as he puts it into park. 

He shakes his head and unbuckles himself and hops out of the car, coming around to open my door.

"Well, who do you live with?" I ask, looking at the house without any lights on except for the one above his front door.

"Well they're not home right now.." he says. "But.." he continues as we walk up the driveway. 

"My wife and kids." he says and keeps walking as I stop. 

When he turns, he keeps his face straight, but I see the corner of his mouth turn up slightly.

"Are you fucking with me?" I narrow my eyes. "You better be fucking with me" I say. 

"I'm trying to fuck with you, but you won't let me" he says. I roll my eyes.

He laughs. "Yes Crazy, i'm fucking with you. No wife, no kids, and I live alone." he says and grabs my hand, pulling me to him. 

"So you don't have to worry about being quiet." he winks. 

"Augh.." I scoff and push at his chest. "shut up" I say and he laughs, we walk to his front door and he opens it, letting us inside. 

"Make yourself at home." he gestures around after closing and locking his front door. 

The space is clearly only lived in by a man. It's clean , which is good. But there's hardly any decorative thought put into it. His living room consists of a black leather sectional and a recliner. A simple black entertainment center with game consoles and a flat screen hung on the wall. That's it. That's literally all that's in the room, besides the glass coffee table in front of the couch. 

"This is very.....mannish." I say and he laughs. 

"Well...last I checked...I was a man," he says. 

"Come on" he says, gently grabbing my hand and pulling me with him into the kitchen. 

"So what breakfast food should I make to get into bed with Arabella Morelli?" he asks opening his fridge, taking out a beer. 

I shake my head and roll my eyes as he chuckles.

"Remember, that I get to slap you whenever I want." I warn him, narrowing my eyes. 

He gives me a sly grin and hands me the beer after popping the cap from the bottle against his counter making me jump. 

"If you slap me...I get to slap you back." he says. 

I cock my brow, and then I draw in a long breath as he steps closer looking down at me. 

"I'll slap you on that cute ass." he grins and I laugh slightly and don't mean to but I lick my lips and bite down on my lower lip. 

He lets out a frustrated sigh and grabs the beer from me and places it on the counter behind him. 

I feel my chest rise and fall as I breathe quickly, as he steps back to me, his hands on my waist. My body flares in response to his touch, and I can feel the goosebumps all over my body as he pulls me into him. 

I look down, because I feel his cock against my belly , he's hard. I look up at him again. 

I open my mouth to speak, and my heart pounds in my chest as he lifts his hand to my face, his thumb resting on my lips, silencing me. His thumb slowly slips over my lips. 

I feel the heat, lower in my stomach, between my thighs as he pushes his thumb into my partially open mouth and over my tongue. He licks his lips watching his thumb in my mouth, I close my mouth lightly around it, and he draws it back out and rubs his thumb back over my lips, wetting them with my own saliva. 

"your mouth.." he says and I pant slightly, mouth parted as I look at him, his hand curving behind my neck as he leans down. 

I tilt my chin up for him slightly. 

"was the first thing I noticed." he says. 

I feel my pussy clench, as he licks his lips only inches from mine. 

I swallow, gulping audibly and he smirks. 

"I can't lie, and say I wasn't hopeful that you were a groupie girl....and were dying to suck my cock with it." he says and I let out an audible noise, and I don't know if it was a moan, or a sigh or what but Matteo enjoys it, because he grins. 

"It's a pretty mouth Bella..." he says, his voice low, his other hand grabbing my hip as he backs me to the wall. 

I only blink up at him as he reaches down and grabs my ass, and I gasp slightly as he lifts me, like he did earlier in the stairwell, pinning me, forcing my legs to wrap around him , I slip one arm up and around his neck as he brings our mouths so close, and I feel the tension pulling, I feel it throughout my entire body, and know that nobody is here to interrupt us this time. Nobody is here to fix my mistake of letting Matteo "King" seduce me like all his other girls. 

"I want to taste your fucking mouth." he groans as he digs his cock into me, grinding against my panties, his hands slipping to my bare upper thighs, my dress lifting again, his hands grabbing my bare ass. My thong soaked with my arousal. 

I let out a moan as he continues to grind into me. I lift my chin and tilt my head back against his wall, taking my mouth away, not letting him have it. Because if I kiss his perfect fucking mouth, I'm done for. 

His lips are on the base of my neck and I breathe out and curse quietly. 

"shit" I say and he kisses up my neck and to my ear. 

"I want to taste more than your mouth Arabella" he says in a husky voice laced with pure need. 

"I want to strip those panties off you and spread your legs and drag my tongue..." he says and then demonstrates by dragging his tongue up my neck. 

"up over your wet pussy" he finishes and I moan and I'm back to where we were in the stairwell, because now I'm grinding back against him. 

"I want to play with your clit..." he whispers in my ear and I pant and buck my hips faster against him. 

"Push my tongue over that spot...." he groans and he grinds into me , making me moan loudly. "yeah...that one...right there...that you keep grinding on my fucking cock" he groans 

"fuck Bella" he groans as I whimper and pant heavily.

I don't stop him when lifts my dress, and I raise my arms, as my hips still writhe, he pulls my dress off over my head and he looks at my black lace bra, that matches my thong and he inhales deeply. 

"Fuck" he exhales. 

He grabs my face, licking his lips.

"I have to have you...now" he says gritting his teeth. 

"Say it Bella...say the words...and I'll take you to my bedroom and make you cum until the sun comes up."