EroticReverie

Our make out session is short lived when we hear voices and calm ourselves down, and I slide off of Matteo's lap and sit by his side on the bench as a mother and father come around the bend of the little trail. 

We sit on the bench and Matteo holds my hand and we nod with smiles , politely at the parents who bring their kids up onto the bridge. 

The kids are leaning over the gaps in the wood, and looking down into the water and the parents both peeking over with them. 

I watch them for a few moments and then look over to Matteo who is watching me. 

I jerk to the side with a laugh. "What?" I ask as he looks at me. 

He shakes his head. "nothing. Just glad you're my friend." he winks. 

I laugh and lean over and give him a peck on the cheek. 

"Me too." I say and then he stands and pulls me up.

"Piggy back ride?" he cocks his brows the parents and children turning to us. I look at them and laugh and then back to Matteo. 

"What?" I ask. 

He points down to my shoes. "Those look like they hurt a little." 

I shrug. "I'm fine." 

"Either you get on my back or i'm throwing you over my shoulder....gorilla style" he says. 

I laugh. "Ok, ok" I throw my hands up in mock surrender. I go to step up on the bench, and he holds my hand then turns. 

"This is so ridiculous" I say as I put my hands on his shoulders as he crouches down, the kids watching us laughing. 

I hop onto his back with a little squeal and throw my arms around his neck, and wrap my legs around his waist, as he holds my thighs. 

"You're gonna hurt your back" I say with a laugh, draping my one arm down over his chest, the other holding his shoulder. 

"You weigh like three pounds, I think I've got it." he says. 

"Okay tough guy." I say as he carries me back towards the little trail. 

I nudge my nose into his neck and kiss it.

"Hey, hey! None of that you succubus!" he says and I giggle and kiss it again anyways. 

"Damnit Bella" he says and groans and then takes off in a run making me yelp as I bounce on his back laughing, another couple at the park watching as this giant lunatic runs us to his car. 

I laugh when he carefully sets me down, and he barely seems out of breath as he turns, grabbing me, and then turning back and pinning me against his car, and lifting me. 

I giggle and re wrap my legs around him. 

His hands slide over my thighs and up over my romper to my waist. His crotch is digging into me. I bite my lip and he grins. 

He mouth leans down to my neck and he kisses, sucks and drags his tongue over my skin between his kisses making me moan. 

"Damnit" I breathe out after inhaling his cologne and feeling his breath against my ear as he kisses beneath it. 

He opens the backseat of his car and puts me into the back and I giggle as he swats my ass, and follows me into the very back of his Escalade.

Matteo pulls his shirt off immediately and I think I gasp even though I've already seen him shirtless, I've seen him in just his briefs, but it doesn't make the sight of his hard body, and muscles flexing any less impressive.

"Take your clothes off" he growls as he undoes his jeans and my eyes widen. 

"what?" I ask, blinking. 

"I need to fuck you..take your clothes off." he groans as he unzips his jeans. 

As much as I want this, god do I want this, I know once I let him have me, I will be done for. I won't be able to stay away, and my imagination plays out a scene where I'm a desperate King groupie at an after party begging for more of him while he surveys the room for a new girl to suck his dick. 

"Matteo, wait" I say and put out my hand over his as he starts to push down his jeans. 

"What?" he says and his heavy breathing pauses a moment , and he looks at me, and he must tell by the look on my face something isn't right. 

"shit, what did I do?" he says looking around for a clue as to what he did that would make me unsure of whether or not to take my clothes off for him. 

"I don't....you didn't do anything..." I say and lick my lips nervously. 

"I'm sorry, I thought you wanted to..that.." he starts. 

I shake my head. "I do. I want it ...I want it...like...really bad" I say, and a small smile plays at his lips. 

"Then what's wrong?" he asks and I sigh and shake my head. 

"Nothing...nevermind...let's just-" I say, starting to pull my romper straps down from my shoulders and Matteo shakes his head. His hand is the one to stop mine now. 

"Bella...talk to me...what's wrong...I don't want to do this if you don't really want it... I don't want it like that..." he says. 

He watches me, as I look down, my cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

"I don't do this.." I say and then look up. "I don't have sex with strangers." I say. 

He nods. "Okay, we're not strangers though...I mean...we're friends....new friends...but friends...right?" he raises a brow cocking his head, questioning. 

"Yeah...but..." I chew my lip. 

He waits, not pushing. 

"I don't want to be a King groupie." I say.

He lets out a laugh and I give him a stern, serious look. 

"Bella....you are NOT a groupie." he says. 

I watch him as he pulls his pants back into place, and rezips them and buttons them, and he sighs. 

"You're mad." I say. 

He looks at me and his brows pinch together. "What? No , I'm not mad...what the hell? why would I be mad?" 

I shrug. "You can have whoever you want when you want."

"What's your point?" he asks, and it's not cruel, but his tone makes me feel guilty. 

"Why me? Am I just...if I...." I find it hard to say without sounding accusatory.

"Spit it the fuck out Bella" he says and his jaw clenches slightly and I wince and lean back away from him. 

"Don't curse at me like that." I say , with a slight scowl. 

He runs a hand through his hair. 

"Well it sounds like your accusing me of taking advantage of women.." he says "Sorry if that triggers a swear word or two" he huffs and grabs his shirt.

"Stop it." I say. 

"Stop what?!" He says throwing his shirt on.

"Matteo!" I say hating the way my whiney voice sounds. "I don't want to be your prize, your 48 hour conquest that you get to accomplish and then brag about at the next after party to your friends"

"Listen Arabella, I'm not mad you don't want to fuck me...I'm not mad that maybe you do, but just not right now... I'm mad that you're holding it against me ..stuff I've done with other girls...or stuff I've let other girls do to me...not a single one of them was forced to do it....it was fun...for me...and for them." he says, and gets out, slams the door making me flinch, and then gets into the front and starts the car. 

I don't make a move to get up front, I sit in the back as he pulls out of the parking lot and starts to drive, and takes us back the way we came , to my house. 

There's not a single word spoken on the way home. I regret stopping him, I should have just done it, screwed him, then got it over with, the inevitable ghosting of phone calls or texts messages, or seeing him with another girl at the fights. My stomach turned as he pulled up to my driveway. 

I hear the doors unlock and look up at his rearview mirror but he's not looking back at me, instead just out the front of the car. 

I know I should say something, because I'm feeling stupid. That's how I know, I'm in the wrong. Not that my feelings or concerns were wrong, but accusing him of seeing me as a fuck, when he's done nothing but make me feel good. But how do I know it's not just him being charming to get my pants off? 

I don't say a word. I open the back door, getting out, and closing the door and walking up my drive.

I don't look back, and I don't hear the tires squeal away until after I've stepped inside.