THE PLANE RIDE to California is nerve-wracking, to say the least. Mateo has been in a horrible mood all morning, and now he’s pacing the aisle of the small private jet, speaking in Spanish on the phone. Well, more like shouting in Spanish on the phone.
He’s been on edge ever since he told me he wanted me to go to California with him…and ever since he told me I could call my family. Maybe even a video call. That’s all I’ve been able to focus on since the words left his mouth. Seeing my family, even if they’re thousands of miles away, would mean everything to me. I just want to see them, talk to them, and let them know that I’m okay now. My last phone conversation with my brother was at a very rough point in my life, and I want to let them know that things are better so that they aren’t in constant worry about me. They need to know that even though Mateo bought me from an auction, he saved me from an even more horrible fate, and I’ve grown to love him.
My eyes widen at my inner thoughts, and they suddenly flicker to the man responsible for them.
Mateo stops pacing immediately, and his eyes fixate on me. He holds the phone away from his ear and asks softly, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I say quickly, shaking my head and desperately trying to get rid of those sudden, clearly insane thoughts.
After a beat, Mateo resumes his conversation, turning his back on me. I shrink down in my seat, my face flaming hot. I’ve never been in love before, but is this what it feels like? Is this what it’s supposed to be like?
Probably not considering our beginning. But just the thought of losing Mateo or something happening to him destroys me beyond repair. And I know he would protect me at all costs, even with his very own life since he’s proved that time and time again to me. So, if that isn’t love, then what is?
My thoughts drift to Renato. Did I ever love him? Sure, we shared some great memories and a friendship that will last forever, but I now know that I never felt this kind of deep connection with him. He was always there. A safe option. But I definitely didn’t love him as more than a friend. And that realization makes me feel significantly better; because up until now, I always felt like deep down I was betraying him somehow.
Now all I feel is lighter, like a huge burden has been lifted from my shoulders. Everything has changed, and Renato deserves to know the truth. I know someday I’ll have to make him understand that our friendship can never be more than just that — a friendship. I just hope I don’t end up hurting him or losing him.
I’m struggling with my inner thoughts when Mateo ends his phone call and comes to sit down next to me. He takes my hand in his and places his lips on my palm. “My uncle’s men are picking us up at the airport. We won’t be going through security or anything like that.”
Just like when we boarded the plane, everything was done in secrecy. I don’t know how much power Mateo holds in the U.S., but I know he’s very powerful in Mexico. Maybe his uncle is pulling the strings in California.
“Don’t worry, Aria. Everything will be fine.” He kisses my hand again before dragging it into his lap.
He thinks I’m nervous about the flight and about security when we land. He has no idea about my internal struggle, and I want to keep it that way. I’m not worried about what will happen in California, because I know he’ll take care of everything. That’s just what Mateo does.
“How much longer?” I question.
His eyes are glued to his phone in his free hand, and he flips through the screens with his thumb. “An hour or so,” he answers, distracted. He’s been tense ever since we woke up this morning, and I know just what he needs to relieve some of that stress.
I glance down through the rows of seats. Ignacio is still sleeping, snoring loudly in the back row. My fingertips twitch in Mateo’s lap. He barely acknowledges me, too engrossed in whatever is happening on his phone. Feeling bold, I graze my hand over the bulge in his pants. That gets his attention.
His dark eyes snap to mine. “Don’t awaken the beast unless you intend on entertaining him, mi pequeña cautiva,” he warns, his voice an octave deeper than normal.
My little captive. Heat instantly pools between my thighs. It turns me on so much when he calls me that.
When I casually brush over the beast again, Mateo groans low in his throat. “Fuck, you’re so bad. It turns me on.” He leans out the aisle and glances down at a sleeping Ignacio. “Can you be quiet?” he asks, focusing his attention back to me.
I bite my lip, nodding and shaking my head because I’m not so sure.
With a salacious grin, Mateo tells me, “Fuck, I don’t even care if we wake him up at this point. I need to be inside of you.” He tosses his phone into an empty seat and pats his lap with his large hand. “Come here, corazón.”
I scramble out of my seat, and that earns me a hearty laugh from Mateo. “So eager. So horny. Fuck, Aria, you were made for me, weren’t you?” He pulls me into his lap, pressing my backside against his growing hard-on. “See what you do to me, baby?” he whispers into my ear, his tongue licking around the shell of my ear.
I nod, practically panting at this point and clearly incapable of speech.
His right hand grabs my breast while his left hand travels under the skirt of my dress. The moment he finds my hot, wet core, I let out a loud moan.
“I thought you were going to be quiet?” he says with a soft chuckle.
I press my lips shut and whimper when he continues his ministrations. God, he’s so talented with his hands, playing me like a finely tuned instrument only he knows how to control.
My ass grinds against his erection, and he grunts against my neck. “I was just going to make this about you, but you’re making it very hard for me to concentrate on that, Aria,” he says in a dark tone.
“I need you, Mateo,” I beg. I don’t know what’s been going on with me lately, but it’s like I can’t get enough of him. This past week I’ve turned into some kind of nympho. Maybe I’m getting my period soon or something and my hormones are all out of whack. And when I add on, “Please,” that is his breaking point.
One second, I’m in his lap; and the next, we’re both standing, and he’s suddenly bending me over the armrest of an aisle seat. He unceremoniously lifts my dress and pulls my thong to the side. I feel his thick head move between my folds, caressing my wet slit, up and down, up and down, teasing me, testing me. I shift my hips backwards, wanting him to enter me, but he simply tsks at me and continues to tease, driving me to the brink of insanity.
“Look how wet you are for me, Aria. It’s running down your thighs,” he says in awe.
In any other circumstance with any other man, I would probably feel embarrassed or ashamed, but I know that Mateo likes it; that it turns him on.
He teases me, running his crown up and down the length of my slit until I cry out in frustration. I hear his dark chuckle right before he eases an inch of his dick inside of me. He rocks in and out of me shallowly, causing my nerve endings to fire all at once. I almost orgasm just from that, but he quickly stops moving altogether. “Not yet,” he warns.
Trembling, I grip the seat and hang on for dear life. It’s going to take everything in me not to tumble over that precarious edge, but I know it will be worth it in the end. Every time he makes me wait, the orgasm I experience is a thousand times stronger and mind-blowing.
He eases another inch inside of me before withdrawing, and I want to scream in frustration. Instead, I bite my lip, not wanting to disappoint Mateo or wake up Ignacio. He continues the torturous rhythm until I’m a panting mess.
“Please,” I plead hoarsely, unable to hold back any longer.
“Did you ever think you’d be begging for your captor’s dick, Aria?” he questions, and his dirty words have my mind spinning.
“Please, Mateo. Please fuck me,” I beg in a whisper-yell.
“You’ve been such a good girl,” he says, gripping my hips in his strong hands. “I’m going to give you exactly what you’ve been craving. What you’ve been begging for.” And then he enters me and doesn’t stop until he reaches the hilt.
My mouth opens on a silent scream, and I can’t even stop the rush of pleasure that courses through my veins. He fucks me fast and hard, and I ride out the violent orgasm, trying desperately not to cry out. I bite my bottom lip so hard I taste blood. The pleasure is indescribable, just like I knew it would be. I’m a weak, boneless mess by the time I reach the end of the roller coaster ride I was just on when Mateo suddenly demands, “Again.”
I mumble incoherent excuses, feeling too drained, but then I feel his fingertips stroking my throbbing clit, and my body awakens to his magic touch. Tears fill my eyes as the pleasure begins to rapidly build inside of me once more.
Suddenly, Mateo pulls out of me and returns to his seat. He’s still dressed in his suit, but his pants are undone and pulled down with his boxers over his hips, his huge cock jutting up towards his abs. “Come here, corazón,” he tells me, watching me carefully through hooded eyes.
I walk over to him on unsteady legs, my breathing ragged as I straddle his lap. He grips his cock, lining it up with my entrance before pulling me down onto it, effectively impaling me. My head falls back as a loud groan escapes my throat and my thighs tremble as they clench around him.
“Ride me, Aria,” he commands. And then his free hand grips the back of my neck, forcing me to look at him. “Eyes on me. I want to see you come.” His thumb skates over my bloody lip before he sucks the digit into his mouth. “Every part of you tastes like mine,” he whispers darkly before capturing my mouth with his.
His tongue presses up against my lips, demanding access, which I gladly give him. He devours me then as I ride him, my legs quivering and my inner walls gripping him like a vice, not wanting to let go.
He breaks the kiss, panting as his left hand grips my hip. “You take my dick like such a good little girl,” he praises me. “So tight. So wet,” he groans. His pupils are blown as he stares into my eyes, and we share this indescribable connection in that moment, neither of us talking, both of us moving as one.
“I…” I begin, but the words quickly die in my throat. I want to tell him how I feel, how I really feel, but I’m scared. Terrified of his reaction, of what he might say in return. Most of all, I’m afraid that he won’t return my affection. We never talk about the future or what is really going on between us, and now isn’t exactly the right time to have this conversation…but soon. Soon we’ll have to discuss everything. Right now, I just want to focus on the present and the immeasurable amount of pleasure that he is wringing from my body. Gripping his muscular shoulders, I ride his cock like my life depends on it, and the tension slowly melts away, giving way to new feelings, new emotions.
“Fuck, Aria,” he hisses. His right palm slaps my ass before gripping it, hard. “Your body was made for sinning. Made just for me,” he tells me before his mouth finds my neck, kissing and biting and licking my heated skin. “I know you’re close. I can tell by the way your pretty, little cunt is gripping my cock. Come for me, mi pequeña cautiva.”
His dirty words are my undoing, and I shatter, my orgasm washing over me with violent crescendos. His hand wraps around my throat, forcing me to look into his eyes as I come. He whispers to me in his native tongue as I detonate around him. My thighs quiver uncontrollably, and I bite my sore lip again so that I don’t scream out.
“Voy a mantenerte para siempre,” Mateo groans before he stills under me. He pumps his hips once, twice, three times before shuddering through a powerful orgasm. He pulls me close to him, cradling me against his chest and filling me up with his release.
We stay like that for a long time in each other’s arms, our heartbeats racing one another, until we finally come down from the high and realize we’re on a plane…and we’re not alone. Thankfully, Ignacio is still snoring away in the back of the plane when we part and start fixing our clothes.
“I’m going to go clean up in the bathroom,” I say before walking up the aisle. When I pass by Ignacio, he suddenly stirs and wakes, yawning and stretching. I shake my head in amusement. My footsteps woke him up…and not the loud fucking that occurred just moments earlier.
“What did I miss?” he asks.
I turn and stare at Mateo as he answers with, “Some, uh, in-flight entertainment.”
Ignacio glances around the plane, curiosity etching his features. “Yeah? Was it any good?”
“Oh, yes. It was excellent,” Mateo tells him before glancing up at me and winking.
