The air in Bambi's bedroom was thick with the kind of silence that only existed after an argument—heavy, suffocating, charged with everything left unsaid. She stood near the foot of the bed, her thin nightgown clinging to her pale skin, the fabric damp in places where her body had heated with frustration. The auburn strands of her hair fell loosely over her shoulders, catching the dim light filtering through the half-drawn curtains. Her hazel eyes flickered toward Mateo, who leaned against the dresser, arms crossed over his broad chest, his dark hair tousled from where he'd run his fingers through it in irritation. The stubble along his jaw only made him look more dangerous, his muscular frame tense beneath the rumpled fabric of his shirt and trousers.
She could still taste the bitterness of their last words, the way his voice had dropped into that low, commanding register when he'd told her to prove she wasn't just going to walk away again. And now here she was, knees pressing into the plush carpet as she sank down before him, her fingers trembling just slightly as they traced the rigid planes of his stomach through his shirt. The fabric was warm, the muscles beneath it coiled tight. She could feel the heat radiating off him, the way his breath hitched when her nails grazed the buckle of his belt. His cock was already hard, straining against the confines of his trousers, the outline obscene, demanding. She swallowed, her throat dry, her pulse fluttering in her neck.
Mateo didn't move, didn't speak—just watched her with those dark, hooded eyes, his lips parted slightly as she fumbled with the leather strap of his belt. The metallic clink of the buckle undoing was loud in the quiet room, followed by the slow, deliberate drag of the zipper. His cock sprang free, thick and flushed, the head already glistening with pre-cum, the veins standing out along the shaft. Bambi exhaled shakily, her breath ghosting over the sensitive skin, and Mateo's hips jerked forward involuntarily, a low groan rumbling in his chest. She wrapped her fingers around the base, testing the weight, the heat of him searing her palm. His scent—musky, male, intoxicating—filled her senses, and her mouth watered.
She didn't tease. Not this time. Instead, she leaned in, her lips parting as she pressed a slow, wet kiss to the underside of his cock, her tongue flicking out to trace the throbbing vein from root to tip. Mateo's fingers twitched at his sides, his knuckles white where he gripped the edge of the dresser. A bead of pre-cum welled at the slit, and Bambi lapped it up with a soft, needy sound, savoring the salty bitterness. Her tongue swirled around the crown, mapping every ridge, every sensitive spot, before she dragged the flat of it down the length of him, pressing just hard enough to make his thighs tremble. His breath came faster, his chest rising and falling in sharp, uneven bursts.
Then, without warning, she opened her throat and took him in one smooth, desperate motion, her lips sealing around the base. Mateo's head snapped back, a guttural fuck tearing from his lips as her nose pressed into the coarse hair at the root of his cock. Bambi's eyes watered instantly, her gag reflex betraying her, but she forced herself to relax, to breathe through her nose as her throat convulsed around him. Saliva dripped down her chin, slick and obscene, her fingers digging into his hips for leverage as she pulled back just enough to gasp for air before plunging down again. The wet, sloppy sounds filled the room, mingling with Mateo's ragged curses and the choked, helpless noises spilling from her own throat.
She worked him with everything—her tongue swirling, her throat clenching, her hand stroking the base in tight, twisting motions. His cock pulsed against her palate, the head swelling, his balls drawing up tight against his body. She could feel him getting closer, his muscles locking, his moans turning frantic. "Bambi—fuck, just like that, don't—don't stop—" His fingers tangled in her hair, not quite guiding, not quite forcing, just holding, like he was afraid she'd vanish if he let go. She hollowed her cheeks, her lips stretched obscenely around his girth, and when she pulled back this time, she let her teeth graze the sensitive underside just enough to make him hiss.
Then she stopped.
Mateo's cock twitched violently, pre-cum dripping onto her tongue as she held perfectly still, her lips wrapped around the tip, her breath hot against the slick skin. His hips jerked forward, seeking friction, but she didn't move, didn't swallow, didn't anything. Just knelt there, her hazel eyes lifted to his, dark with mischief and something far more dangerous—control. "No—" he growled, his voice rough with desperation, but she only hummed around the head of his cock, the vibration making him shudder. Inside her own head, she counted. One. Two. Three. His thighs trembled. Four. Five. A drop of sweat rolled down his temple. Six. Seven. His fingers tightened in her hair, bordering on pain. Eight. Nine. His cock pulsed, so close, so fucking close—
Ten.
She took him back into her throat with a single, fluid motion, and Mateo roared, his hips snapping forward as he fucked her mouth in short, brutal thrusts. "You little—ah, fuck—" His voice was raw, his control unraveling, and Bambi moaned around him, the sound vibrating through his entire length. She could taste him now, the salt of his skin, the musk of his arousal, the way his cock swelled even thicker as she swallowed around him. Her own body ached, her nightgown damp between her thighs, her nipples hard enough to hurt. She wanted him to lose it. Wanted him to break.
She did it again.
This time, when she pulled off, his cock was slick with her saliva, the head swollen and angry-red. "Bambi, I swear to god—" She ignored him, counting silently, her tongue tracing the slit in slow, maddening circles. His entire body trembled, his breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps. "You're gonna fucking regret—" She cut him off by taking him deep once more, her throat fluttering around him, her fingers digging into the firm flesh of his ass to pull him even deeper. His words dissolved into a broken groan, his hips stuttering, his release so close she could feel it coiling in his balls.
One. Two. Three—
She didn't get to four.
Mateo's hand fisted in her hair, yanking her forward as he thrust into her mouth with a snarl. "Enough." His voice was a whip-crack, his control shattered. Bambi gagged violently, her nails scraping at his thighs as he fucked her face in earnest, his cock pistoning past her lips, over her tongue, into the tight clutch of her throat. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her mascara smudging, her breath coming in ragged, wet gasps every time he pulled back just enough to let her breathe. "Take it," he growled, his hips slamming into her, his balls slapping against her chin. "Take every fucking inch, you greedy little slut."
She couldn't answer, couldn't do anything but choke and drool around him, her body trembling with the force of his thrusts. The head of his cock rammed the back of her throat over and over, her gagging only seeming to spur him on. "That's it—fuck, yeah—" His free hand gripped the back of her neck, holding her in place as he used her, his rhythm erratic, his breath coming in harsh, animalistic grunts. Bambi's vision blurred, her throat burning, her pussy throbbing in time with the brutal pace he set. She could feel him swelling, his cock jerking, his entire body locking up—
"Swallow."
The first spurt of cum hit the back of her throat, thick and hot, and Bambi obeyed instinctively, her throat working around him as he emptied himself in rough, shuddering pulses. "Fuck—fuck—" His voice was a broken rasp, his hips stuttering as he forced her to take every last drop, his fingers tangled painfully in her hair. She gagged one final time as he pulled out, a string of saliva and cum dripping from her lips, her chest heaving as she fought to catch her breath.
For a long moment, the only sound in the room was their ragged breathing, the wet, obscene noises of Bambi swallowing, her throat clicking. Then Mateo's hand released her hair, his fingers trailing down her cheek before he stepped back, his cock still half-hard, glistening with her saliva. His dark eyes burned into hers, his chest rising and falling with the aftermath of his orgasm. "Bed," he ordered, his voice rough. "Now. On your knees. Wait for me."
Bambi didn't hesitate. She crawled toward the bed, her nightgown riding up to expose the damp lace of her panties, her body still humming with unspent need. The sheets were cool against her overheated skin as she knelt in the center of the mattress, her back to him, her heart pounding. Behind her, she heard the rustle of fabric as Mateo righted his clothes, the sound of his belt buckle clinking shut.
Then—silence.
She waited.
And waited.
The anticipation coiled inside her, a living thing, her skin prickling with the knowledge of what was coming. The bed dipped behind her, Mateo's heat pressing against her back, his breath hot against her ear. "You think you're in charge?" His voice was a dark murmur, his fingers tangling in her hair, yanking her head back just enough to expose the vulnerable line of her throat. "You think you get to decide when I cum?"
Bambi shivered, her breath hitching as his free hand slid down her stomach, his calloused fingers hooking beneath the waistband of her panties.
"Wrong answer."