Just The Tip Page 8

  Running my fingers up the corded muscle of his abs, I lifted the shirt over his head. His chest and torso were covered in bright vibrant ink. The tattoos danced, and moved as each muscle tensed with my touch.

  Wow, he's built like a god. A statue carved from the finest marble.

  His mouth had found my neck, spotting my skin with intense kisses. Digging his fingers into the roots of my hair, he tugged my head back, licking my throat. A soft moan escaped my lips, bleeding into the music and washing away as he pushed his mouth back onto mine.

  That was it, I was gone. All thoughts had depleted, shriveling up and turning to dust. I needed him, I needed this.

  “Mateo?” I asked softly under shattered air.

  “Yeah?” His fingers tempted the trim of my shirt, curling lightly underneath and tracing my spine.

  “It's been ages since I've been with anyone.” My whisper caught his attention, his lips halting from devouring my skin.

  Sliding his palm across my cheek, he cupped my jaw. “Violet, I promise I won't hurt you, but we don't have to do this if you're unsure.”

  “I didn't say to stop, I only said it's been awhile.” Smirking, my fingertips teased the trim of his jeans. Tracing the shell of his ear with my tongue, I said, “Please don't stop.”

  A deep growl fell from the back of his throat, scooping me up instantly into his arms. “Where's your bedroom?”

  Between small nips of his neck, the words floated off my tongue with ease. “First door on the right down the hall.”

  Swinging himself around, Mateo walked as if he was carrying a small box, not my entire body. I felt weightless and small in his arms. My heart was beating with so much carnal need that I was sure if he didn't get us to the bedroom in the next few seconds, I'd have him right where we stood.

  Any rational thinking had flown out the window, lost and blurred between my pussy clenching between my thighs, and the hard-on pressing forcefully against his jeans.

  I wasn't going to let him stop, I had already jumped the wall.

  Kicking the door open, the handle made a loud bang against the drywall. “Shh,” I said giggling. “We still need to be quiet.”

  “Tell me that in a minute when I'm fucking your brains out and you can't help but scream my name.” Mateo dropped me onto the mattress, teeth biting down on his lower lip. “Because you will scream my name, Violet.”

  A shiver raked my spine, curling around my heart and digging like thick talons. I didn't have anymore words forming in my head, the only thing in my mind that moment was feeling Mateo deep inside me.

  His fingers grabbed the hem of my shirt, tearing it over my head. Mateo's eyes enlarged, lids expanding past their limit as he looked down on my chest. Exchanging his growl for a deep grunt, his lips found my nipples.

  The wet caress of his tongue glided across each hardened bead, his lips sucking and slurping as his mouth hid my breast. My back arched off the bed, head falling back, eyes closing tight.

  The feeling was surreal, one I had forgotten but remembered, lost but found. It was euphoric, tantalizing, making my flesh scream with heat. The small droplets of sweat rose across my chest, finding the bend in my sides, they rode my ribs to the mattress.

  His touch was amazing, incredible. Mateo touched me with power, confidence, he touched me like I had been an object of his desire.

  My nails scraped his back, working their way down to his zipper. Popping the button free, the metallic ping of steel teeth hit my ears. “Oh, you're a needy girl, aren't you? Can't wait to feel my cock spread you open?”

  I couldn't speak, only moaning as I surrendered to his envy.

  “Say it, say you want to feel me.” The stern words sunk into my skull as his hands entangled the roots of my hair.

  Opening my eyes to look at him, Mateo's face was unfurling in need, a feral envy coated his pupils, glazing his eyes. “I want to feel you,” I said, my body charging like a live wire. I was hot, wet, exposed, and I couldn't stand one more second without his cock inside me. “I need to feel you, just fuck me.”

  Slipping his jeans down over his hips, his cock bounced free. Palming his erection, his face went taut. The heat between my thighs had liquefied, slicking my skin. And as he hovered above me, a smooth sultry smile teased the corner of his lips. “I'm going to make you remember what a real man feels like, even if you can only take just the tip.”

  Lowering the crown of his cock, the engorged head pressed my opening. My body tensed, muscles constricting in anticipation. It had been such a long a time, a sense of fear crept in.

  Is it going to hurt? When in the back of my mind a tiny voice called out, 'Protection!'

  Mateo's fingers drew up across my belly, sending a shiver over my skin. His lips suckled my nipple, stealing away all thoughts, all voices, and everything around me.

  But before I could let my brain sync up with my inner voice of reason, his cock slid in, washing away any rational thoughts. My brain had turned to mush, soaking up the intoxicating energy that coated my body.

  My toes curled, fingers digging into his back as he lowered himself to rest on his elbows, pushing more of his thick shaft inside.

  I could feel my thighs trembling, chest shaking, and my heart shivering as I took in inch after inch. Wincing as the last of him delved in and my sex sheathed his cock, Mateo asked, “Are you alright? Does that hurt?”

  “I'm okay, keep going, don't stop.” Rocking my hips under his, I met his rhythm. Pumping and rolling, swaying and pulsing. The more he entered, the wetter my pussy became.

  I was drenched, the feel of my juice warmed my lips, the sensation building and shooting static over my entire body.

  With each thrust, he went deeper and deeper, until I could feel him hitting my lower belly. His mouth worked over my neck, biting and nibbling the tender flesh. His cock had swelled, pulsing as his balls slapped against my ass.

  “Violet, my God you're so tight.” Mateo whispered into my ear, his fingers diving deeper into my hair.

  Pump after pump, the tension left my frame, stealing away the discomfort of his large cock and replacing it with pleasure. My nipples had turned rigid, brushing his smooth chest. The small tuft of hair at his base of his dick was tickling my tummy, soaking up my cream.

  The nerves in my head began to fire off one after another. Clenching the mattress, I felt the orgasm building. Prickles broke across my skin, my flesh now a fire red, any sign of the light ivory had been masked with each thrust.

  Raking his back with my nails, my thighs trembled as the climax reached its peak. “Ah! Mateo, fuck, Mateo!” I yelled as my eyes rolled back in my head. Loud bursts of colors fired off behind my lids, the bright reds and oranges matched the colors staining his skin.

  I felt his body tighten, back firming as a long baritone moan flew out from the back of his throat. His cock pulsed deep inside me, throbbing and jerking as he gave into the orgasm.

  “Holy shit, Violet.” Rolling off my body, Mateo's arms fell over his head. “That was incredible, wow.”

  “Looks like I've still got it,” I said giggling. Turning to face him, I wrapped a leg over his, and spun a single finger up and down his ribs.

  It was strange, I had always thought that the first time I had sex since my life had changed would be awkward and uncomfortable.

  But I was wrong. I felt amazing, revitalized as if the past few years had been lifted off my shoulders.

  My body was still tingling, my sex still swollen, clit still pulsating as I curled into Mateo's arm.

  And for the first time in ages I fell asleep happy.

  Completely and utterly happy.

  Mateo

  The sun crept in across my face, warming my skin. Opening my eyes, the room was still blurred out and fuzzy.

  Rubbing my eyes, I opened them again, and complete surprise hit me. Standing beside the bed was the small face of a little girl, peering down on me with a large, open gaze.

  “Hi,” she said, hugging a little brown, but very
ragged looking, teddy bear.

  “Hello.” Smiling, I pressed up into the pillow. I wasn't sure what to say to this girl, but I knew who she was.

  Lilith, Violet's daughter. Her round face and brown hair resembled her mother's. The almond shape of her eyes, giant lashes fanning her lids were so similar to Violet. But, I could also see the face of her father.

  After studying the picture the night before, her green eyes were distinct and the dimples were a sheer carbon copy.

  “Who are you?” she asked, her voice high and soft at the same time.

  Scanning her face, her brows scrunched with curiosity. “Um, who am I. . .” Quickly, I tugged the blankets higher up my chest, shifting with an awkward snap. It had hit me right then that I was completely naked under the blankets, and my clothes were crumpled up in the corner of the room behind Lilith. “Well, I'm uh. . . I'm the mattress guy. I just came to make sure there wasn't a problem with your Mom's.” Bouncing softly on the bed, the mattress squeaked under my weight. “Yup, it seems to be working good.”

  “But it has a squeak, you didn't fix the squeak.” The small child poked the mattress, cuddling the bear under one arm.

  “Yeah, that's my next job, to fix the squeak.” My nerves were on edge, wishing that Violet would wake up and save me from digging myself deeper in this hole.

  “Hey, you want to see what I can do?” Her lips spread, eyes eager for me to say yes.

  “Yes, yes I do.” Nodding my head, I folded my arms over my chest.

  Violet, wake up. You can get up now.

  Holding still, the little girl with huge fluffy curls, lifted her head back, and crossed her eyes, looking down the bridge of her nose at me. “Did you see it?”

  “See what?”

  “Ugh, watch again.” Her head fell back a second time, crossing her eyes.

  “Oh, oh yeah, wow. That was really cool, how did you learn to do that?”

  “Mommy says I got talent.” Her hand fell to her hip, head tilting to the side.

  Oh lord, she's a spitting image of her mom. Chuckling at the sight, Lilith squinted her eyes.

  “What's so funny?”

  “Nothing, nothing at all. I just didn't know a girl your age could ever cross her eyes so good.”

  She seemed satisfied with my answer, jumping up and down in place, and smiling. “So, mattress man, you want to see my room? Maybe you can fix my mattress too, I hate it.”

  “You do? And why's that?”

  “Because one time, our cat, Mr. Jingles, threw up on it. And it was so gross!” Her small foot stomped the ground, the teddy bear jostling side to side. By the condition of that bear, I was surprised it even had limbs left.

  “Well that's easy to fix,” I said, waving a hand in the air.

  “Can you fix it?” Her hands came together, tightly clasped in a closed fist. Pushing out her lower lip, she looked like she was pleading for me to make it better.

  How do I say no to that face?

  “Okay, give me two minutes, and I'll come take a look.”

  Her toes twirled in the carpet, arms flailing up and down like she was trying to lift off and fly. “Thank you! Thank you!” she spat, turning and skipping off down the hall.

  Swiftly, I jumped out of the bed, scrambling to tug my clothes on. Glancing at Violet, she was sleeping soundly, her face glowing under the beam of sun raining down.

  I couldn't wake her up, she just looked too beautiful, like a sleeping angel under the ray of pure exhaustion.

  Yeah, I did that.

  “Mattress man, I'm in here!” The tiny voice echoed down the quiet hall.

  Following her voice, I made my way to a door that had several wooden flowers secured on the outside. A large 'L' was resting in the middle and sparkling with gems. “Wow, your room is very pretty,” I said, leaning in the doorway.

  “Thank you, Mommy says she wishes she had a room like this when she was little. But Grandma says she's just being dramatic, and that her room was just as nice.”

  Angling my head, I scrunched my lips, and bent my brows. “Oh really?”

  “Yup, but Mommy says Grandma is just old, and that her mind might be going.” Spinning a finger by her temple, her eyes rolled in the sockets as her head rocked from side to side.

  Huh, who knew kids could be so funny.

  Chuckling, I said, “Well, sometimes that happens.” I watched the small girl prance around the room, pointing out each and every object.

  “This is my dresser, this is my tea set, do you like tea?” Her frail fingers gripped a miniature cup, no larger than an a quarter measuring cup, and held it up with her pinkie out.

  “That depends, what type of tea is it?”

  Lilith's head snapped up, staring at me like I was growing four new heads of my own. “Mr. Mattress Man, it's only pretend tea, so it can be any kind you want.” Shaking her head, a mess of curls bounced around her face. “Boys, you guys are so complicated.”

  Laughing, I crouched down to her height. “Well, since you put it like that, then yes, I love tea.”

  “Maybe one day you can come over for a tea party, would you?” Lilith's already large green eyes twinkled with excited pops.

  “I would love to come over for a tea party.” Smiling, I plucked the corner of her pajamas at the shoulder.

  “When do you want to come over for one?” Her feet narrowed, toes digging into the carpet as she jumped with petite hops.

  “How about two days from the last day of the month?”

  “Sounds perfect! Can you fix my bed now?” Lifting the sheet, Lilith pointed at a small circular, orange stain. “This is it,” she said, cupping her hand at the corner of her mouth. “And if I put my nose really close, it smells like Mr. Jingles' butt.” Her small face scrunched tight, eyes closing as she shook her head and stuck her tongue out.

  It boggled my mind how rapidly a child's attention could shoot from one thing to the next. It was like her brain skipped between moments, sparks igniting in different thought bubbles, illuminating her next move.

  Thinking hard, I remembered an old remedy I had learned years ago for smells. “Can you show me your kitchen?”

  “Follow me, mattress man.” Her feet skipped across the floor, carrying her down the hall.

  Shuffling through the cabinets, I found everything I needed. Green tea, brown sugar, lemon, baking soda, and warm water. Mixing the ingredients in a glass bowl Lilith grabbed from a lower cupboard, she shuffled through a drawer and found me a rag.

  I guess not all of foster care was a complete waste.

  At least I got something out of it, even if the star accomplishment was learning to get rid of odors.

  Her tender laugh was adorable, and the questions she had just kept coming the entire time I mixed the stuff together. I even gave up control to let her spoon mix them herself, because she assured me that she was old enough to stir.

  “Is this really going to work?” Lilith asked, smelling the sweet liquid.

  “It sure is, a woman I knew a long time ago taught me this.”

  “Wow, is she old now like my Grandma?”

  “Well,” I said, arching a brow. “I'm not sure, how old is your Grandma?”

  Tapping her chin she said, “Mommy is twenty-five, and I'm five, so who knows how old Grandma is. But she's old, she has tiny lines over her eyebrows that make her look angry all the time, but she's nice, she's not angry all the time.”

  “Oh, well that's good.” Walking back to her bedroom, I bent down next to the small mattress. Ringing out the rag, I scrubbed the discolored patch. “There, it should be all better when it dries.”

  “Really? That's it?”

  “Yup, that's it.”

  “Wow, Mommy scrubbed that spot for me for days.” Her head fell back, eyes rolling around in her skull.

  “Days?” I asked.

  “Yup, maybe even months. I don't know for sure, because I'm only five, but it was a long time.”

  My lips sealed tight, chin bouncing in agreement. �
��I'm sure she did her best.”

  “Mm, mm.” A soft crackle of a cough came from the doorway. Whipping my head over my shoulders, Lilith jumped in place, spinning around.

  “Mommy, look! The mattress man fixed my bed!” Her slender finger pointed at the wet spot on her mattress.

  “He did? Wow, that was very nice of the mattress man?” Tilting her head, Violet smiled with curiosity.

  Standing, I tucked the damp rag in my belt loop. “Yes, Ma'am. My work here is done, you ladies can now sleep like the princess and the pea.”

  “The princess and the pea? You do realize she couldn't sleep because there was a pea buried under a stack of mattresses?”

  Shrugging my shoulders, I grinned. “Okay, you guys can sleep like Snow White.”

  Lilith cocked her head up, wrinkling her brows. “She had a poison apple.”

  “Alright, you caught me, I'm not up to date on my princesses.” Holding my arms out, Violet giggled.

  I couldn't ignore how gorgeous she looked right then. Her hair was tousled and poking out in several different directions. There was a light hue to her face that shined and covered her skin like golden honey.

  Violet had so much natural beauty it took my breath away.

  “Lilith, Honey, why don't you go put on cartoons and I'll make you breakfast in a few minutes.” Watching her daughter leave, Violet asked with a tight smile, “Is the mattress man hungry too?”

  “Yes, he is. All that fixing of the beds has really brought on some hunger. I could definitely eat.”

  The sound of singing and simulated laughter worked its way into the kitchen. Violet eyed the small mess that Lilith and I had made during our odor removal. “So is this the result of a mattress defunk?”

  “Yeah, sorry. Your daughter, who is adorable by the way, insisted on helping. She was pretty good at stirring too, aside from the occasional splash.” Stepping to the sink, I turned on the water, and grabbed the sponge.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, tilting her head a hair.

  “I'm cleaning up the mess. You didn't expect me to just leave it for you, did you?”