An Italian Affair Page 4

  “I have the worst hangover,” he moans. “I’m going to stay in bed today. Shit, what happened last night?”

  I shrug, too scared to admit any of it. “I don’t know. I was pretty drunk, too.”

  “Damn. I hope I didn’t make too much of an ass of myself.”

  “I’m sure it went fine,” I say with a smile. He can find out later. “Would you like a glass of water?”

  “Yes. Lots of ice.”

  I obey his command. When I get back to the bedroom he’s sitting up slightly, watching me as I walk towards him.

  “I feel horrible, Kelly,” he says, rubbing his eyes with his fists.

  “I know,” I mumble as reassuringly as I can manage.

  “Will you sit with me for a while?”

  “Uh, I guess,” I say, hesitantly perching myself on the edge of the bed beside his legs. He looks serious and I’m half expecting him to say something about Matteo, but he doesn’t. In fact, he doesn’t say anything at all. I’m not sure how long I sit there for, but when he eventually falls asleep I take it as a signal to make my exit.

  When I get back into the kitchen I look out of the window to see that Matteo has packed all of his tools already. He’s just sitting on the grass, looking up at the sky and letting the rain pour onto his face.

  Within seconds I’m running across the grass towards him. “Matteo, are you finished already?”

  “Yes, I was waiting for you,” he says, holding out a hand for me to take. His skin feels much harder than it did when we first met and his fingernails are caked with mud, but I don’t want to let go of him. I grip tighter when he tries to pull away, but he just laughs and shakes me off.

  “I’ll walk you to your car,” I say, avoiding eye contact.

  He smiles and thanks me, then we walk in silence to his car. I desperately wrack my brain for something to talk about as we get closer, and just as he’s about to open the door, I manage to think of something.

  “So, you’re going back to Italy?”

  “Yes,” he says, loading his tools into the trunk. “I’m going next week, actually. All of my family are over there, it will be nice to see them again.”

  “So what brought you to America?” I ask as he begins to get into the car. I strain my voice, trying to sound as interested as possible. Don’t go yet, Matteo.

  “I don’t know, really,” he says, his eyes glazed over. “I suppose I just wanted a change, wanted to meet new people.”

  “And do you like it here?”

  “Oh yes, I’ve met some very great people,” he says, suddenly snapping back into consciousness, his blue eyes lighting up. “Some more pleasant than others.”

  I wince, recalling my husband’s rudeness. “Sorry about that.”

  “It’s perfectly okay,” he laughs. “Actually, the past couple of days have been my favourite. Thank you.”

  I can’t suppress my smile. “They’ve been my favourite, too.”

  He cocks his head. “Sorry, how rude of me, it’s raining. Would you like to sit inside until we’ve finished our conversation?”

  “Sure,” I say nonchalantly, trying to hide my relief. But there’s a niggling feeling in my head telling me that I should go back inside. If David catches me here, he’ll never forgive me. “I don’t want to go back,” I blurt. “I want to stay with you.”

  He leans over to me in his seat and places a hand on my cheek. “Then stay.”

  I lean over to kiss him for the last time, and this time I don’t hold back. My hands are tangled in his hair, pulling him towards me. But he pushes me away. At first I feel hurt, upset, and I’m about to get out of the car, and then I realise what he’s doing — he’s pushing me into the back seat.

  As soon as my ass hits the worn leather of the back seat, he’s on top of me, straddling me and pinning me against the window. I’m completely powerless under his strength — all I can do is lie there and follow his commands.

  “I’m going to make love to you, Kelly,” he growls. He is so close to my ear that I can feel his teeth brushing against my lobe as he speaks, and it sends shivers of excitement rushing through me. For perhaps the first time in my life I feel confident, sexy, and most importantly, wanted.

  “I need you inside me,” I gasp, slipping my hand down the front of his jeans and groping his cock through his underwear. Somehow, I’m much more confident after last night’s episode of rough sex with David. “Fuck me, Matteo.”

  Our hormones are raging as we rip the clothes of each other’s bodies. Once fully naked we sit in silence for a moment, staring at each other across the back seat and listening to the rain pelting against the roof of the car. All it takes is for Matteo to bite his bottom lip, and I throw myself at him without hesitation. He catches me as I land on his body and pulls me close, kissing me neck. He keeps one arm wrapped around me to support my back, fondling my breasts with his hand, and moves the other arm downwards, squeezing the tops of my thighs. As soon as I start moaning he begins kissing my neck, keeping his mouth close to my ear and whispering dirty promises.

  “I’m going to fill you up,” he snarls, moving his arm from my thighs and slapping my ass. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

  “Oh, yes,” I groan, sitting up slightly to get into a better position so I can rub my wet clitoris up and down his erection. He moves both of his hands to my ass cheeks, squeezing me as I move up and down.

  “Oh yeah, baby.”

  “I need you inside me,” I gasp, raising myself to hover over his cock. Without speaking, he takes me by the hips and gently lowers me down. My body relaxes as he enters me, and I breathe a sigh of relief. It’s almost as if I’ve been craving him, and that craving has now been satisfied.

  My breathing becomes shallow as I slide up and down his erection, faster and faster until our noises can’t be muffled any longer. I stare into his eyes, which are getting more and more intense with each passing second, as I moan his name.

  “I’m gonna come,” he grunts. I begin thrusting faster, but he pushes me away. “Bend over.”

  Shocked by his sudden domination, I do as he asks, bending over in front of him and sticking my ass in the air.

  “Oh, yeah,” he moans, spanking my ass. It feels so good, so I wiggle slightly, teasing him. I’m just about to turn around so I can see the expression on his face, when he lets out a loud gasp, and suddenly I feel his warm come squirting across my body onto my ass. I crouch there, motionless, unsure what to do next. Then, I feel his hands rubbing it into my skin.

  “You make me feel so good,” he whispers. “I want you to know how good you make me feel, and I want to make you feel just as good. I want to make you come.”

  I’m about to ask him what he’s going to do, when suddenly I feel what can only be his tongue on my ass. I’ve never experienced anything like it before, but a loud groan of pleasure escapes from my lips the very second he touches me.

  “You like that?” He growls, delving deeper with his tongue. The sensation is almost indescribable — my entire body begins to shake, and my legs collapse underneath me. He laughs quietly, then turns me around with one arm so that I’m facing him. I can smell his own cum on his breath as he leans down to kiss me, and his cock brushes against my clit.

  “I wonder if you taste as good as I do,” he mumbles, running a hand down my body until he reaches my wetness. My breath hitches. “Let’s find out.”

  My hips thrust wildly as his tongue lashes against my clitoris, and my previous moans and groans turn into desperate cries and pleas for him to keep going. And then his tongue is inside me, moving in and out as he fucks me with his mouth. I can feel my orgasm building gradually as he picks up speed, and I can’t stop my hands from grabbing his hair and pulling him further into me.

  “I’m going to come, Matteo,” I gasp. My tight grip means that he’s unable to reply, but all it takes is for him to grab the insides of my thighs one last time to bring about those powerful contractions I’ve been longing for. My thrusting slows and e
ventually stops, but Matteo doesn’t falter until my orgasm is completely finished. My hands still entangled in his sandy brown hair, I pull him to me so that I can kiss him. He tastes like me. He’s mine.

  “I told you that you’d like it,” he smirks. “And yes, I can confirm that you do taste as good as me,” he kisses me again, parting my lips with his tongue. “Even better, in fact.”

  The rain is getting heavier, I can even hear the quiet rumble of thunder in the air. I pull him closer into my chest, nuzzling my face into his messy hair which is now damp with sweat. My eyes are on the brink of closing, when I suddenly notice someone moving through the condensation on the window. The figure looks familiar, I can tell by their walk. It’s David.

  “Oh, God,” I say, sitting bolt upright. Matteo jumps, startled.

  “What? What is it?”

  “It’s David,” I say, frantically fumbling for my clothes and yanking them back onto my body. “He’s going to kill me.”

  “He won’t. I won’t let him do anything to you, Kelly,” Matteo says, raising a hand and brushing my cheek. “It’s alright. Look, he’s not even coming in this direction, he’s talking to someone on his phone.” He pauses. “There, he’s getting into the car. Look, Kelly.” I look up. Sure enough, our — well, his — Land Rover pulls off the driveway, and speeds off down the street. All I can do is watch as he disappears around the corner.

  “He’s probably gone to look for you,” says Matteo. “Just tell him you had to go somewhere.”

  “Yeah,” I mumble, still staring at the corner. But he’s not looking for me at all. I know he’s not. Because he doesn’t care where I am or what I’m doing, he’s got plenty of other people to keep him occupied — in fact, he regularly leaves at this time. I turn to Matteo.

  “I’m leaving with you.” He stares at me but doesn’t say anything, so I take him by the shoulders. “Answer me, dammit, I said I’m leaving with you.”

  “I’m going to Italy, Kelly,” he says slowly. “You can’t just leave and go to Italy?”

  “Why the hell not?” I ask, my voice desperate. “You don’t want me there?”

  “Of course I want you, Kelly, but I don’t think you understand. Think of everything you’ll be leaving behind.”

  “I don’t care,” I say, tears welling up in my eyes. “Don’t you understand, Matteo? I’ve got nothing to leave behind.”

  He stares at me for a moment longer, biting his lip. The anticipation is almost too much to bear. “Okay,” he says eventually. “If you’re sure that’s what you want.”

  I nod, reaching out for his hand and grabbing it tightly between mine. “Yes.”

  “Okay, then. Let’s go to Italy.”